The pipes leaked.

Raven saw the drips from his cupboard underneath his sink.  He sighed and rubbed his forehead.  

“Thank goodness I didn’t unpack anything under there yet,” Raven said with a shake of his head.  He heard a meow and saw his grey tabby saunter over.  At the sight of the small pool forming under the sink, the cat walked over and started to lick up the water.

“Damnit, Gravy, no,” Raven said, moving the meowing cat from the water.  “I don’t know where that water has been.”

Raven sighed and put the cat down by his food bowl.  He grabbed a can of food and that stopped Gravy from moving anywhere near the puddle.  

“Okay, one emergency down,” Raven said, turning back to the puddle.  “One to go.”

He opened the cupboard doors.  More water flowed out.  Raven chuckled.

“And I just had to leave my tools in storage.”

Gravy meowed.  Raven turned, his long, black hair falling in his eyes.  He smiled, the apartment light reflecting off his lip ring.  “Yeah, I know.  Still.”

He got to his feet.  Walked over and collected the bucket he used to mop the floors the other day.  He placed it under the sink and grabbed his cell phone.  

“Time to call someone to fix these leaks.”

***

A knock at the door made Gravy jump and run.  Raven walked to the door and nodded at Gravy.

“If they came this quick I may--”

He stopped as he opened the door.

There, stood a woman.  A young woman.  Maybe nineteen.  Blonde hair.  Skinny frame.  Wearing a work belt that hung off her slender waist and threatened to fall to her knees.  She carried a toolbox that looked like it weighed as much as she did.  

She looked more like a model playing a repairperson than a real one.

“Name’s Lucy,” she said in a thick southern accent, walking inside.  “You uh, Crow or something?”

“Raven.  Parents were wannabe mystics,” Raven said, closing the door behind her.  “And you are the maintenance person?”

“Niece of,” Lucy said, whistling at the bucket underneath the sink.  “My uncle’s out drunk.  So I figured I would come and help him out.”

Raven raised an eyebrow of concern, looking at Gravy.  Gravy meowed.

“Cute cat,” Lucy said, squatting in front of the sink.  Raven tried not to notice the very firm ass of Lucy in the jean shorts.  

“So, the maintenance man here, your Uncle…”

“Aw, he’s not so bad.  Most of the time.  He just won at the slots the other day and partied a little too hard.  He’s a good man.”

“And you---you know what you’re doing?”

Lucy rolled her eyes and took out a wrench.  “Nah, I just picked up all these heavy tools today and thought I’d fuck around in a cute guy’s apartment.  See what I can break.”

Raven chuckled.  “Okay, okay, I give.  I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Then say what you mean, Mister.  I learned under my Uncle for years.  Probably can fix this stuff better than he can,” Lucy said, leaning down under the pipe.  “Ah.  Yeah, I can fix this.”

Raven watched the spitfire of a woman work.  Something dragged across his mind.  A half-smile appeared on his lips.  Gravy shot him a knowing, disapproving look.

“Cute guy, hmm.”

Lucy chuckled.  “Quick on the pickup, aren’t you?  If you haven’t noticed, this city isn’t that large.  Someone of your look doesn’t usually last long here.”

“My look?”

“The whole goth thing.”

“It’s not really goth, more--”

“I like the lip ring.”

Raven touched the lip ring.  “Oh.  Well, thank you.”

“You wanna fuck after this?”

Gravy meowed and left the room.  Raven choked on his saliva.  “Excuse me?”

“I’ll clean up.  What?  You’re cute, I know you’re staring at my ass.  Why not?”

Raven said a silent prayer of gratitude to the cosmic energy above.  “I’m not staring at your ass.”

Lucy shook her ass, drawing his attention.  “You sure are now.”

“You are straight-forward.”

“Ain’t got time to be anything but,” Lucy said, reaching in and grabbing a few more tools.  “In life, you take a chance.”

Raven sat against the cupboards and slid down, sitting beside Lucy.  “I like your attitude.”

“Why did you move to a small city like this?”

“I wanted a change of pace.”

“That gothic lifestyle getting boring?”

“I’m not a goth.”

“You are here.  Most men here spit, wear plaid and try to make up for their shortcomings with lift-kits.”

“Sounds like you don’t belong in this city either.”

“This city wears on you.  Life gets boring here.  Hey!  Do you have any of those cool goth sex clubs where you come from?  Like that kinky stuff?  You into that?”

Raven laughed.  “You are something else.”

“Ah, so you are.”

Raven narrowed his eyes.  He felt something primal stirring inside of him.  He bit his lip, trying to hold it back.  However, the energy off this woman kept taunting him.  He took a deep breath.

“I’m into a lot of things,” Raven said, his voice becoming lower, slower, and full of bass, “I’ll be happy to tell you about one of them.  Hypnosis.  Ever heard of it?”

“Yeah, saw some videos on it or something.”

“It’s really good for concentration.  Such as what you are doing right now.  Concentrating on fixing my pipes.  Hearing the drip, drip, drip of the water.  You can hear it, can’t you?  Drip, drip, drip.  If you listen enough.  If you just relax, as you are doing right now, and listen.  Hear the drip, drip, drip.”

“Yeah,” Lucy said, her voice with enough softness to excite Raven.

“Just listen to the drip, drip, drip of the water.  So calming.  Drip, drip, drip.  Nothing else in the world matters.  Drip, drip, drip.  Very calming, very peaceful to listen to the drip, drip, drip.  Each drip relaxing you more and more.  Each drip relaxing you more and more.”

“Relax,” Lucy said.

“Feeling relaxed, aren’t you?  Each drip relaxing you.  Making it harder to think.  Your thoughts are like those pipes, every drip you relax.  Every drip your mind loses more and more of your thoughts.  Until you are staring in the dark, only listening to the drip, drip, drip.”

He waited a few seconds.  He heard a wrench slip out of her hands and clang to the ground.  He listened to her small, short breathes.  It aroused him.  He took a calming breath.

“Good girl, good girl.  Now, think of you as the pipes.  The dripping.  The wetness.  That’s you.  You are wet.  Aroused.  Every drip makes you more aroused.  Every drip makes you more wet.  Drip, drip, drip.  You can’t stop it.  Can’t fix it.  Every drip makes you more aroused.  More aroused.  Until you are dripping down your legs.  Dripping in wetness.”

He listened as her breathing grew ragged.  He watched her body shake.  Raven gulped, trying to keep his raging erection under control.

“More and more aroused.  Can’t fight it.  Have to be aroused.  Wet.  Dripping.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.”

He watched the floor.  Heard small squeaks and moans come from her lips.  

And, then.

One small drop.  From her leg.

Something in Raven growled.  He composed himself.

“Listen, now,” he said, moving behind Lucy.  “You will come out of the trance when I snap my fingers.  You will be so aroused you can barely think.  You will fix the pipes.  Nothing matters but getting those pipes fixed.  The closer you are to fixing the pipes, the closer you will come to an orgasm.  However, when you fix the pipes you will be unable to orgasm.  Nothing but me snapping my fingers and saying ‘Leaky pipes’ will make you orgasm.  No matter what.  I will awaken you from your trance right now.”

He snapped his fingers and scooted back into place.  He looked up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Feeling good?”

“Fucking--fucking what?” Lucy said, panting.

“Hypnosis.  Now.  Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Yes.  Yes.  Job. I have a job.  Must do job,” Lucy said, moaning.

“Then get to it, good girl.  You wanted a thrill, wanted to fuck.”

“This isn’t...gaah, what did you do to me?”

“Mindfuck you.  And you went out like a light.  I have to admit, I’m pretty aroused right now thinking of what I could do to you with more time.”

She stopped and peeked out from the cupboards.  Her eyes glued themselves to his erection.

“See anything you like?”

“I’m going to hop on that fucker and ride it until you think twice about doing your mind tricks on me again,” she said, licking her lips.

“Big talk,” Raven said, drinking in the aroused energy off the young woman.  “But, let’s see if you can fix these pipes before you explode, little girl.”

“Little---ooooo, oooo,” Lucy said, fuming.  Yet, Raven heard the small moans from her lips and the way she kept swaying, rubbing her thighs together.  “I could have your ass for this.  What you did.”

“You could.”

“This is why you moved into our little town?  You do this to someone else?”

Raven stroked his chin.  “Only those that wanted it.”

Lucy continued to moan, louder now, as she reached for more tools.  Her hand shook as she tried to pick up a wrench.  Raven touched her hand and guided it to the wrench.

“Mmm, fuck.  Fuck.”

“Thinking about how good it will feel when our naked bodies are rubbing against one another?” Raven teased.  “About a thick, throbbing cock stretching your insides.  Feeling how firm it is inside of you, all because of you?”

“Fuck you!” Lucy hollered, banging the pipes.  “I fucking can’t take it anymore!”

“And yet,” Raven said in a calm, cool voice, “You will.  Won’t you?”

“Yes,” Lucy said in a small, defeated tone.

“Good girl,” Raven said, patting Lucy’s ass.  

She moaned and wiggled her hips.  “More?”

He grabbed her pussy between her legs, cupping it with his hands.  He leaned into the open cupboards as she gasped.

“Get back to work, little girl,” he said in a threatening tone, “Or your leaky pipes will never get fixed.”

With that, he gave her a swat on the ass and got to his feet.  He felt his cheeks.  Warm.  Aroused.  The thought of ripping off those jeans and fucking Lucy until she passed out crossed his mind.

He heard her audibly groaning and moaning, begging for release as she went back to work.  Raven knew he would not resist her much longer.  Wearing a comical erection pressed against his pants, he walked back into the living room.

Gravy looked up from his sleeping position and gave a disapproving look.

“What?  Look, she started it,” Raven whispered.

Gravy continued to stare.

“All right, all right, it’s been some time.  Maybe I was a little forceful.  But, look at her!  And that mouth on her.  She’s--”

Gravy meowed.

“Yes, of course, I’ll make sure she leaves satisfied.  My hope though--” Raven looked back at the kitchen with a wicked smile, “Is that she is the kind of person I think she is.”

Knowing he was getting nowhere, Gravy tucked his head beach into himself and tried to sleep.

“Ahhh!”

Raven turned and took a sharp breath.  His eyes went wide as he looked at Lucy, standing against the wall.  Her hand stuffed down her jeans, rubbing herself with vigor.  Sweat forming on her skin.  Biting her bottom lip.  Her eyes closed, her expression that of twisted passion.

“I need to fucking cum!” She said, stamping her foot.  “Your goddamn leak is done!”

Raven smiled.  He locked eyes with Lucy as she stared at him.

“You did good,” he said, his voice becoming smooth and irresistible.  “So good.  Listen now.  Listen to me.  Let your hand fall away.  Feel it growing soft and useless.  Let it fall now.  Lean against the wall.  Relax.  Relax.”

Lucy whined, but her hand fall out of her jean shorts.  She slumped against the wall.

Raven cut the distance between them, putting his arm against the wall over her head and leaning in.  He smiled.

“Now, listen and obey.  You remember your instructions.  I can have you orgasm right here, right now.  Make you forget all of this.  If that’s what you want.  Or, we can play together some more.  Leave you this aroused, unable to cum.  In an hour it will subside, but it will spike whenever I text you the word “clogged pipes” and you will need to edge yourself.  You will then need to come to my apartment and suck this cock,” he put her hand on his erection and heard her gasp, “And take it all down your throat.  Every day.  For a week.  And then, and only then, if you’re a good little girl, you will be unable to resist coming here next Sunday, where I will personally fuck you, and give you the command to orgasm, so many times you will forget your fucking name.  Now.  Think.  And let your heart decide.  What do you wish?”

He listened to her breathe.  He watched as her glassy, hypnotized eyes flashed with moments of thought.  Tried not to think of her body heaving in arousal and how easy it would be to grab her and have her on the floor right now.

“Want--want--” she whispered, trying to form words over the arousal.

“Want what?” He asked, caressing her face with his hands.

“Want you to control,” she whispered.  She smiled.

“Oh?  You know what that means? Your submissive little mind has soaked in all my directions?”

She tried to nod in her hypnotized state.

“Good,” Raven said, snapping his fingers.

She blinked.  Her face scrunched up.  “Ooo, come on, just, just finger me.  Please.”

Raven shook his head with a laugh.  “Oh, I like you.”

“Next Sunday I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own goddamn name,” she grumbled, heading back to the kitchen.

Raven felt bold as he watched the young woman collect her things.  She made sure to stick her ass in the air, revealing the small stream of her wetness sliding down her inner thigh.  His mouth reacted to that sight.  He wanted to taste her.  He fought off those thoughts.  For now.

She turned and gasped.  Raven’s pants were down his hard, thick cock pointing right at her.

“Clogged pipes,” he said.

She groaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.  She dropped the toolbox and her hand went in between her legs.  She moaned and in a few quick strokes, convulsed and groaned.

“Not fair,” she whispered, removing her hand.

“But oh, oh so hot,” he said with a girn.

Her eyes locked on his cock.  She licked her lips.

“Give me your phone while you’re sucking me off,” he commanded, holding out his hand, “So I can contact you and make you edge your pretty little mind away this week.”

She thrust the phone in his hand, her eyes not leaving his cock.  She sank to her knees and started to lick and kiss it like she found treasure.

“Oh god, this isn’t going to take long today,” Raven said, his knees buckling as he tried to put his phone number in her phone.  “Fuck.  You wound me up today.”

“Not what I expected when I came to do this house call,” she whispered between licks and kisses on his shaft.

“Same.  I can’t wait to fix your leaky pipes---” Raven stopped as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and she took his cock in her mouth.  As stated, he did not last long.  Soon, his cock shot his load into her mouth.  He heard the pleasurable moans from Lucy as she licked him clean.

Dizzy, Razen leaned against the wall.  He gave back the phone to Lucy.  She wiped her lips with a grin.

“You think you have control,” Lucy said as she collected her toolbox, “But, I’m warning you bird-boy, this Sunday you aren’t walking for a week when I’m done with you.”

She paused at the door and kissed him on the cheek.  “Make sure my pipes are nice and clogged for you by Sunday.”

She walked out of the apartment, leaving Raven stunned.

“I fucking love this place.”

Gravy walked by Raven, his pants still by his ankles, toward his food.  He meowed and shook his head.