Nobles Plumbing Novels & Stories

"Hey, thanks for coming so fast. The sink has been driving me crazy. I'll be in the living room watching the game if you need anything." The plumber stepped inside. His name was Jake. He was tall, probably six-foot-three, with broad, muscular shoulders and thick arms that stretched the sleeves of his tight black t-shirt. His jeans hung low on his narrow hips, and there was something rough and dangerous about the way he carried himself. He gave me a polite nod, but his eyes lingered on my chest for a long second, clearly noticing how my hard nipples were poking obviously through the thin white dress. "Hi, I'm Jake," he said in a deep voice. "Lead the way to the kitchen."

My knees are still somewhere back in that forest, or whatever the hell that was, and my ribs ache like I grew new bones mid-fall. Tinkling, running water drifts through the room. Not a hissing rusted pipe to be heard, the waters probably drawn from a sacred spring and filtered through the skin of virgins. Slowly, I push up on my elbows, watch him move around the bathroom, a practiced rhythm as he's done this a thousand times. The tub is enormous, roll top, claw-footed, gleaming white porcelain with gold fixtures shaped like demons. A colored glass bottle drips a dark liquid into the water, instantly perfuming the air with bruised petals and honey.

"Rodriguez Plumbing - Fast, Reliable, Professional." "Please let them answer," Elena muttered, dialing the number. "Rodriguez Plumbing, Jake speaking." The voice was deep, rough-edged, instantly reassuring. "Hi, I have an emergency. Pipe burst under my bathroom sink. Water everywhere. Can you come right away?" "Yeah, I can be there in twenty minutes. What's the address?"

I had to say, if there was one thing I approved of in this place, it was that the Royal Clan knew their bathing tubs. The one that greeted my vision was more opulent and spacious than any I had come across. It was made of solid porcelain, with golden clawed feet so that it stood off the ground. It had metal things on one end. Reaching out my fingertips, I twisted one, interested to see what would happen. Warm water immediately gushed out of the thin pipe into the tub. Was it undignified for a vampiress to squeal with delight? By Nicneven, it was as if all my bathing prayers over the centuries had been answered.

The voice of the plumber filed the room and miss Jane was so happy to hear that. "Ohh, the plumber. Come in, come in." She said, trying to put her boobs back into her bra. The door pushed open and the plumber immediately walked in, and as miss Jane saw him, she immediately felt her pussy tingling for this plumber. "Hello ma'am, nice to meet you" The plumber said, with a captivating smile. He was a tall, and muscular man with dimples. Brown eyes and a bald head, his veins was shown on every part of his revealed skin and miss Jane couldn't help but imagine how big his bulge would look like.

“Plumbing. Sprinklers. Oxygen humidifiers. If it wants him, it can get him.” “Then we move him,” Gabe said. “Somewhere dry. Somewhere mine.” Nick glanced up. “The shack?” Gabe nodded. “We’ll make it ugly with salt. Every drain plugged. Every tank dry.” A floorboard creaked behind them. A shadow stopped at the doorway. Andrew Swallow. He took in the dish rack pinned over the sink, the fizzing pellets, the four faces like a tableau of guilt. His lip curled. “What circus act is this?” he said. “You playing chef with my crime scene, Mitchell?”

“The upstairs bathroom tap is leaking.” I blinked. “You already fixed it.” “I fixed the sink.” He pointed upward. “Now the tap is jealous.” Toby snorted. “That is definitely how plumbing works.” Leone looked offended. “I have years of professional experience.” “You own an investment company.” “I also own tools.” “That is not the same thing.” “It is if you know how to use them.”

We had hired a plumber to fix some of the plumbing in Neil and Cass' bathroom. It wasn't truly theirs, that was just sort of how I'd come to know that place. I had spent an embarrassingly huge amount of time there during the work weeks. The lack of maintenance from Neil had left some of the stalls a bit clogged up. "Enthusiast? You're not a plumber?" I asked, chuckling at Dan's brashness. Dan sunk into the chair. He was so big the chair more or less disappeared under him.

He briskly walked past the staircase and into a large room before walking deeper still into the unknown spaces of the house, his footsteps fading away. Nimbe turned towards her and smiled. "This way Miss, welcome to Bingsby. We'll get you all cleaned up." Though she didn't return the smile, Nimbe took no offense as they walked through the lavish rooms of the house and through the back rooms until they came into the bathing room. A large white clawed tub sat against the tiled wall near a shiny metal nob and hose. The floor was set with smaller, blue glass tiles that spanned out from the little drain in a circular design. Nimbe set to filling a boiler with water and heating it on the range bef

The white, sleeveless undershirt molded to his body in a way that almost made her jealous. "I see what the problem is," Garth announced. "Do you? Is it an easy fix?" Mom asked. Noemi prodded her mother. Mom merely glanced over her shoulder and grinned like a twelve-year-old girl. "Should be easy enough." Garth grunted a bit, his arms working at the underside of the sink. "If you keep having this problem, I'd suggest a new faucet. They aren't hard to install." "We have terrible luck with plumbers," Abuela lamented.