A rather large insurance company recently contracted with me to inspect a large amount of their insured properties. My inspection process is simple. The business owner or their designated contact is contacted and he or she sets up an appointment for time to gain access to the property. I have inspected everything from hotels and motels, to churches, to large strip malls, sports arenas, clubs, schools, theme parks, apartment complexes, warehouses, manufacturing plants and even vacant buildings. I go and take photos of the buildings and any fire protection systems. I am usually in and out in less than a half hour, depending on the size of the building or the insured asset.
Last week, I contacted some gentlemen to inspect a set of self-storage units that he owned. While he couldn’t be there, he said he would call the property manager to get me access.
I showed up a few minutes before the appointment. I sauntered into the office area. A fairly attractive lady was standing behind the desk. She was about thirty, Hispanic and was sporting a very low cut shirt, with a small bit of cleavage showing- nothing absurd, but teasingly delightful.
“Are you the inspector?” she asked. I acknowledged that I was the inspector.
“So when was the building built?” I asked.
“I have no idea,” she responded.
“Do you know how much square feet there is here?” I asked.
“No,” she responded, "I just started working here about a month ago."
“How many units are there?” I inquired.
“Four hundred thirty-five,” she replied.
“And the occupancy?” I asked.
“About fifty per cent,” she replied.
“Do you know when the roof was last replaced?” I asked.
“No,” she replied.
I asked a few more questions about unit sizes and prices. She answered each of my questions.
“So what’s your name?” I asked.
“Judy,” she replied.
“Does Judy have a last name?” I asked.
“Gonzalez,” she replied.
I told her that I would need to get some photos of the storage units.
“Do I need to go with you?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, “I think I can handle it.”
I stepped out a side door to the office and took a few photos with my phone camera. Judy stepped out beside me and lit up a cigarette.
I snapped a few more photos and stepped into the parking lot. I turned and took a photo of the office.
Judy slipped a hand on to her hip and another one behind her head, striking a pose. I smiled.
“I missed the shot,” I remarked.
“It’s just as well,” Judy replied, “I don’t photograph very well.”
“You under-estimate your beauty,” I replied.
I stepped into the office and cracked open the bathroom door. Judy stepped in behind me and watched as I snapped some additional photos.
“You have to take photos of the potty?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, "just the plumbing.”
I looked around for an electrical breaker box. Not seeing one, I asked where it might be located.
“Oh, that’s up in my apartment over the office,” Judy replied. “Do you need to see it?”
“If you don’t mind,” I replied.
Judy led me up some stairs and I followed. She had a cute ass and her size three jeans fit very nice and snug on her. She opened the door to her small apartment.
“Sorry for the mess,” she said, as she stepped into the tiny kitchen area.
“It’s back here,” she remarked opening up a small closet door and standing to the side. I stepped over and peered into the closet. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume.
“Where is the light switch?” I asked.
Judy leaned in, her breasts gently brushing my arm, as she reached past me and flipped on the light switch. Her close proximity to me was not lost on my libido. I quickly snapped a photo of the breaker box.
“Is there anything else I can show you,” she asked as I stepped to the side.
I took in a deep breath and exhaled. She was only a few inches away from me. I have always tried to remain professional in my job, but for some unexplainable reason, Judy had made it hard for me to maintain my professionalism.