Date Night: Short Stories

Plumber's tape

***Mature content warning***

Kim was a plumber. A very good plumber, even if she did say so herself. She was good with her hands, and had the intelligence to sort out any arrangement of pipes, no matter how nonsensical. Today she was working on what should have been a simple job, a leaking toilet cistern in a public toilet. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back, only a few strands framing her affable face. As she reached for the next size up of spanner and wiped her hands on her blue overalls, she noticed something unusual: in the cubicle next to her there were two pairs of feet. Both were large, clad in sneakers, and they were surprisingly close, almost toe to toe. Kim stopped working for a moment. She could hear only fragments of the whispered conversation.
"Didn't she notice the roses..."
The men sounded desperate, she noticed. Perhaps it was a drug deal gone wrong. That was usually the explanation when something went wrong in Kim's life. She lived in a rough neighbourhood.
"Dammit Ajax, she's my wife!"
The voices were louder now, one pleading, the other regretful.
"But all I want is you."
The whispers ended suddenly, and now all Kim could hear were some faint slurping sounds, and a rough bristly scratching that she identified as two stubbly beards rubbing together. Feeling guilty, she returned to her work, trying vainly to ignore the sounds emanating from the next cubicle.
However, she soon abandoned all hope of that. Clutching her largest spanner, she gingerly stepped outside the toilet stall, past the out of order sign she had placed there barely 40 minutes ago. Glancing in the mirror, she saw to her surprise that the two men had left the door of their cubicle open. "I have to ask them to stop." Kim thought, resolutely. "This is a public toilet, and toilets are for...well, they're not for that." Nonetheless, she was slightly mesmerised. She took one halting step, then another, then another, closer and closer to the writhing bodies.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, breaking the spell. She pulled the battered oblong from her pocket, but instead of reading the message, Kim selected the camera app. She brought the phone up furtively and pressed record. "I know this is wrong" she thought, "but-"
Kim jumped. One of the men was looking at her, the taller and scrawnier of the two. By this time both men had removed their shirts, and Kim could see his chest rising and falling as he panted heavily. He winked at her and smiled. "Keep filming", he mouthed, his eyes rolling back into his head as the other man plunged a finger deep into his belly button. "Jallen, Jallen, Jallen" he groaned." I can't keep hiding this from my wife!"
"I don't care, I love you!" Jallen screamed, in between taking licks of Ajax's left armpit. Kim squirmed. She wished desperately that it was her licking the thick, sweaty hairs that Jallen was gliding his tongue across. "At least I have this on film" she consoled herself. But it was at just that moment that Jallen turned around. She gazed into his furious eyes, too scared to move. "What do you think you're doing, you shameless hussy?" he demanded, moving closer. He grabbed the spanner from her hand effortlessly. "I'm, I'm just a plumber, he said it was ok" Kim whispered, nodding her head towards Ajax. "A plumber, huh?" Jallen replied. "Well that's good, I'll need some duct tape for what I'm about to do..."