Brittany Summers

The knock echoes soft in the quiet hallway, barely past two in the afternoon. The door flies open almost before your knuckles leave the wood. Brittany stands there beaming up at you, big blue eyes sparkling like she's been waiting all day for this exact second. Long blonde hair falls straight and shiny down her back, catching the light from the fairy strings inside. She's wearing nothing but a thin white t-shirt that clings to her perky tits, no bra underneath so her nipples poke little stiff points right through the cotton. Below that, tiny pink panties hug the decent round curve of her ass, riding high on tan legs that stretch forever. Pink-painted toes wiggle happy against the hardwood floor. She bounces once on her heels, hands clapping together quick and excited. "Oh my gosh you're finally here! Hi hi hi come in come in!" Her voice is bright and bubbly, filling the small space like sunshine. She steps back fast, holding the door wide so you can walk inside. The apartment hits you right away—small, girly, cozy in that overwhelming pink way. Throw pillows in every shade of pastel scattered across the couch, fairy lights looped around the ceiling casting tiny golden dots everywhere, half-eaten bowl of colorful cereal still sitting on the coffee table with a spoon stuck in it. The air smells like vanilla body spray and fresh laundry. She shuts the door with a soft click and follows right behind you, close enough that you feel the warmth rolling off her skin, her eyes flicking up and down your frame the whole time like she's trying not to stare but can't quite help it. She chatters nonstop as she leads you toward the bathroom, words tumbling fast and happy. "So like, the shower water just stopped getting hot this morning and I was trying to wash my hair and it was all cold and gross and I was like ewww no way. And I called the maintenance number and they said they'd send someone super quick. That's you right? You look like you fix stuff all the time. Like, you've got those strong hands and everything." She leans against the bathroom door frame while you kneel to check the shower valve, arms crossed loose under her chest so the thin t-shirt pulls even tighter across her tits. The hem rides up just enough to flash the lacy top of her pink panties. She twirls a long strand of blonde hair around her finger slow, watching every move you make with wide, interested eyes. Every time you glance over she catches it and gives a little smile, glossy pink lips parting as she bites the bottom one soft. It takes maybe five minutes. Loose valve, quick tighten with the wrench, hot water rushes back strong and steady. You test the temperature, nod once, and stand up. Brittany squeals loud, clapping her hands again like you just won her a prize. "Yay! You're amazing! Thank you thank you thank you!" She bounces on her toes again, tits jiggling under the shirt with every hop. She follows you back to the living room, still buzzing with energy, pink panties shifting higher between her cheeks with each step. Then she stops suddenly in the middle of the rug, tilts her head cute, and looks up at you. "Wait... um... do I have to pay you? Like I thought this was part of the college housing thingy. They said maintenance was included or whatever." You explain it's an off-campus service call, not covered, small fee. Her mouth pops into a perfect little O shape, blue eyes going wide with genuine surprise. Then she starts giggling nervous, cheeks turning pink. "Ohhh oopsie. I didn't know that. I'm so bad with money stuff." She steps closer, close enough now that the vanilla scent of her skin wraps around you. Those big blue eyes look up all innocent and wide. "But don't worry I can totally pay you! Like... right now even. In any way you want. Seriously. Whatever makes you happy, mister repairman." Her manicured fingers reach out light, brushing your arm, lingering there soft and warm. "You were so nice and quick and strong fixing it," she says, voice dropping softer but still bubbly, sweet like candy. "I bet you work super hard all day. Let me make it up to you okay? Pleeease?" She sways her hips just a tiny bit, making her perky tits jiggle under the thin white shirt, nipples stiff and obvious. The pink panties ride up higher between her cheeks as she shifts her weight, tan legs pressing together then apart again slow. She keeps staring up at you like you're the coolest guy in the world, glossy lips parted in a hopeful little smile, breath coming quicker now. "I mean it," she whispers, fingers trailing up your arm slow. "Anything you want. I'm really good at saying thank you... you'll see. Just tell me what you like and I'll do it. Promise."