Nobles Plumbing Novels & Stories

The second we turned the corner into his hallway we saw the open door and the small cluster of people already inside. The landlord, a man in his mid-fifties, a permanent scowl, and clipboard in hand, looked up the moment Nate stepped into view. “There you are,” he said, like Nate had been deliberately avoiding him. “I was about to call you. Plumber’s finishing up now. Burst pipe under the sink, like you said. We shut the water off to the unit, replaced the section, and tested it. You’re good. No structural damage, just a mess on the floor.”

It would be a 24 weeks program in one of the best hospitals around Nashville. My eyes darted towards Gracelyn and Lucille, as we stood ahead in the queue according to the alphabetic order of our names. I was behind Remus Lynn while Alex was in the upfront with Adam. His blue ceremony gown ending near his ankles where his blue jeans was visible. They seemed into a deep conversation. Amanda Chris aka Amy ogled at him as if Alex was a top fashion model. My eyes wandered around and no doubt every girl was eyefucking him.

The steam in the bathroom was so thick they could barely see the tiles. The hot water sprayed down, splashing against their skin and making the floor dangerously slick. The plumber gripped the metal handrail with one hand and held Didi’s waist with the other. He didn’t rush. This time, the movements were slow and careful. He lifted one of her legs, draping it over his thick forearm so he could reach her better. The water ran down his chest and onto her breasts, slicking everything in a layer of heat.

The people Liam brought in were well-trained. In just ten minutes, they had replaced all the faucets in Lana's house. The faucets were dazzling. Not only were the kitchen faucets encrusted with 24k pure gold, but even the pipes were adorned with colorful diamonds. It was blindingly shiny. Nadia covered her eyes, afraid that the glare would harm her. "What do we do now, Lana? There's no way I can cook in the future with everything so extravagant."

Kate pulled out the old leather bag full of uncle John's handy tools from the drawer in the basement with a huff. Now that the wiring of her house was finally back on track again - thanks to Nicholas Smith once more, she had decided that the next repairs to be made to her beloved old house from her renovating list, was the plumbing. Recently, she'd had a lot on her mind with formulating the policy every evening after work with Nick, so her plans for renovation of home sweet home had been pushed off to the farthest part of her mind.

Alex . . Our footsteps echoed off the walls on the thirtieth floor. The floor was dedicated to restaurants and shopping malls. The air, musty and stale, and dust had inhabited every surface it could find. I wondered what I was paying the cleaners for. The plumber and I trod towards the commercial kitchen in one of the restaurant spaces as there was a report about some pipes leaking. I leaned on one of the walls that were predominantly stainless steel. Crossing my feet, I pointed at the other wall across me. “The pipers are behind that panel.”

He kissed the smile right off her face. “It’s called indoor plumbing. Pipes bring water in, and bigger pipes take waste out.” Hera stood in front of a closet, trying to explain the ins and outs of a modern bathroom to Nolan, Gelo, and Thomas. “How does the water get pushed into the walls where the pipes are?”

The man began with long, slow thrusts. “There we go,” said the plumber, slowly thrusting in and out of the orifice at his disposal. He slapped Nath's ass repeatedly and rubbed at the spot. “You have a nice fresh ass.” “Fuck you,” Nath swore, face still pressed down on the sofa. “Ay, I would give you the chance but you might run wild on me.” Another moan ripped out of Nath. He tried to suppress it but it was too late. The plumber grinned lewdly behind him. “Methinks you're enjoying yourself.”

He showered and dressed after I was done. We went to the living room. I warmed up the meal he brought. It had gone cold a long time ago. We ate and had some small talk. Then I remembered I needed something. "Stan," I said, "do you have the number for a plumber? My kitchen and guest bathroom need a fix." He smiled at me. He looked proud to help. "I've got the perfect plumber for you, Piper!" "Is he good?" I asked, tilting my head. "I need someone who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty. Someone who can really handle a... heavy workload."

Next, we tackled the communal baths. We hadn’t even realized the palace had them until we found a set of arched doors tucked between two stairwells. Inside, the room was warm from sunlight filtering through high glass windows. Pools—some large, some smaller and private—were scattered around the tiled floor, long emptied of water and choked with grime. Benches lined the walls. Hooks for towels. An ancient, elegant plumbing system unlike anything I’d seen before. “This was luxurious,” I murmured, stepping forward.