"For fuck sake!" Sally wasn't known to swear often but she'd been doing alot of it lately. As a young single mother things were hard. Especially as her child, percy, was an absolute menace! Try as much as she could she simply couldn't tame the boy.

He would run around the small flat giggling, his hair waving behind him as he smiled a crooked grin. 5 long hard years struggling to pay the bills, work her two jobs and look after percy.

And now! Every other week the pipes would rattle and clatter and make deep booming noises whenever percy was throwing a tantrum. It worried Sally, he said this type of thing wouldn't happen for years. It was happening too soon. She didn't want to bring him there yet.

"Percy, for the love of the gods be quiet!" her head was pounding and she needed a drink. Getting percy into bed consisted of a bath (which was impossible considering when he didn't want one he simply wouldn't get wet no matter how much she tried.) 3 bedtime stories later and Sally was in the small kitchen pouring a glass of red wine. Sloshing it into a coffee cup. It was white with blue polkadots

There was a solid 3 knocks at the door. Sally sighed, picking up her large mug and standing up to answer, who was knocking on her door at this hour?! Having a look through the peep hole gave her a fish eyed view of the landlord. He did not look happy.

Shlick, the lock screeched across the holder before clacking against the wall. Sally opened the door to her irate landlord. "Sally! Your rent is late and Ive had to call out the bloody plumber 3 times this month!" he spoke in a thick Indian accent dragging the word bloody out.

He spoke like apu out of 'The Simpsons' quite frankly Sally wasn't quite sure where ramood was from. He wore a funny little white scarf wrapped atop his head however he wore quite normal clothes otherwise, he had a large curled beard that was as dark as his eyes.

Sally sighed "ramud, ill get the money this week, its been quiet at the sweet shop and they dropped my hours there, I'm sorry." his face twisted before sighing and dropping his head "just this once, because of the kid, and next time there is a problem, you're getting the plumber" he turned and walked away muttering under his breath "mud, it's mood... Bloody slut" luckily Sally couldn't hear the last comment as the door was already shut with a thud and another gulp of wine was already making its way down her throat.

It was weeks later, with a crying percy and a veritable shower within the living room that she called vince the plumber.

Now vince was a stand up guy. In his 30s and not even graying yet. He'd served his time on building sites as an apprentice and ended up starting his own company a few years ago, he'd pulled away from site work and was more maintenance and repairs. 15 years in the buisness and it was fair to say he'd seen alot.

But stepping into an apartment, easily ten floors up and opening the front door to see a puddle of water an inch thick with no complaints from the tenants below? Never the less he ignored the kid happily splashing in the shallow water (was he still dry?!) and tried not to stare too much at the young and soaked woman. Her white top clung to her body and vince licked his lips.

The job itself was an easy one, isolating the incoming mains and carrying out a quick fix. Percy was enamoured, he watched on fascinated as the guy used a blowtorch! Vince had even let him clean the new pipework ready for it to be installed. All in all it took around 2 hours and would cost the young woman around 180 dollars.

His tools wiped down of water and placed back into a small and simple bag he carried for most small jobs, and his soldering kit placed safely away in a cantilever box he turned to Sally. "that'll be 180 dollars miss, the waters back on now and no leaks now."

Sally bit her lip "Im... I'm sorry but I can't afford that, is there anyway you could do it for less?" tears were almost forming in her eyes, it was all becoming too much. Vince sighed "look ma'am I'm sorry but the price is the price, you seem decent enough but I don't got time chasing people for money I'm already owed, it makes no sense business wise see?" she nodded slightly before heading towards the cookie jar it was under the sink and hidden at the back. It was her savings for college, hers or percy she wasn't sure. It was just small tips but hopefully it was enough.

counting it up it came to only 102 dollars. She turned around ready to apologise only to find her dressing gown, which she had changed into, had caught on the cabinet door. Revealing her body to vince.

Sally had a slightly boney chest, her beasts were hanging lower than she cared to admit due to rearing a child but were fuller than they had ever been before in her life. Dark small nipples that were slightly hardened due to the cold, her stomach had multiple stretch marks and the beginning of a small pouch. All in all vince didn't mind the view one bit.

Sally noticed the look before hesitantly saying, "i dont suppose you'd take another form of payment?" vince just nodded.

5 minutes later percy was put to bed early and Sally was on her knees as vince sat on the couch, his hands in her thickly curled hair. For Sally it was slightly uncomfortable, she'd had to ignore the taste for sometime however she never let her discomfort show.

For vince he was having the time of his life... For all of 3 minutes.

He left early that morning, well spent and not quite prepared as he would normally be for the day ahead. He turned to Sally as he walked out the front door "if you need any plumbing done don't forget to give me a call."

it turned out that Sally's flat was prone to burst pipework and unexplainable leaks often.

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As said this very much a more tame and altogether less world breaking Sally the slt, whilst different I do feel like they'd be cousin fics, this one a bit more learned, less foul and less unrepentantly offensive. Hopefully there's some plot but as all my fics show I don't really update or finish them.

This fic is the type of fic to give anal only after 3 months of dating despite loving it up the arse. Sally the slt was the type of fic where three cocks in the ass was a normal Tuesday afternoon.

Hopefully people find this moderately amusing.