Her preference was for tall, handsome men. Even more, she preferred men who looked like models. The darker their hair and complexion, the more she was drawn to them. The more chiseled and rugged looking their faces, the more she wanted them. She loved making heavy eye contact with strangers. They would be with wives or girlfriends, and she would get their attention and draw them in until they’d slip a phone number to her. Rain was a woman with no scruples and her promiscuity was famous. What she wanted, she went for, and got it.

Her moral compass was broken, but her body was not––and she loved sharing it. She also had a thing for fucking her friends’ boyfriends and husbands, too. Rain could have cared less for the girl-best-friend thing. It was men that she wanted, hot and extraordinarily handsome men––but that all came to a bizarre ending when Dax entered her life.

Rain Water was a thirty-year old events planner for The Marx Hotel in San Francisco. She had moved from San Luis Obispo to The City when she was twenty, to work as the principal dancer for the avant-garde dance troupe, Thread. She was the youngest principal ever in the history of the legendary company. But all of that came to an ugly finish when the wife of Thread’s artistic director found out about the two-year affair between her forty-year-old husband and Rain. The wife held a .38 Special to Rain’s head and said that the next time she’d pull the trigger. Rain resigned from Thread, and the influential wife made sure that Rain was not hired by any other dance companies.

At twenty-two, Rain’s dancing career had taken a depressing turn. She drifted for a few years through meaningless jobs until landing at The Marx.

Dax Leak was a plumber. His company, Dax Leak Stopper, had been contracted by The Marx to handle all plumbing calls, emergencies or otherwise, at the drop of a dime. He was happy to have a generous and needy client. Dax had longish, mouse-brown hair that was eternally unkempt. He was an inch shorter than Rain, and thin-to-near boney. His skin was paste-white and he kept a scraggly beard. His eyes were narrow and squinty, his lips thin, and his nose was too small for his face. Dax wore tee-shirts with goofy slogans, worn-out jeans, and work-boots––both for work and for going on dates. His long, comical gait made him bounce when he walked. And he smelled of plumbers caulking. At thirty-years old, Dax was the richest plumber in The City.

Rain, with her short-cut black hair and big, dark eyes, had a slight resemblance to Audrey Hepburn, but not the humbleness. She had Hepburn’s fashion, but not the class. Though she had faked it enough times to have fucked nearly all of The Marx’s gorgeous corporate clients, sports and movie stars, and politicians. One morning, Dax got a call from The Marx telling him that he needed to meet with Rain about a leak in the Events Center’s ladies restroom. When he walked in, Rain was sitting at her desk,

“Hey, you that Rain Waters girl?”
“It’s Water, Rain Water. And you can drop the girl crap.” Everything about him annoyed her right away.
“Okay, Water, show me your leak.”
“It’s not my leak. It’s a bathroom leak …” said Rain. “Follow me.” Her boredom with having to deal with him was obvious.

Dax followed Rain into the ladies room. He was unimpressed with her contrived sophistication and her pretentious, voguish looks. With a certificate from an online course in psychology, he could see through her: she was an ordinary girl hiding under layers of covers, and she was lonely.

“This will take about an hour. I need to pull out the commode to replace the gel ring.”
“Whatever flips your switch.” Rain answered sarcastically. “And be sure to not leave a mess.”
“Do I look like I’d leave a mess?”
“Looking at you, you are a mess.” Then she left––if the bathroom door could have slammed she would have slammed it.

An hour later, Dax was prone on the floor eyeballing the fit between the commode and the new gel ring when he heard the door open. He didn’t look, nor did he get up. There was an eerie silence, and then,

“My God, what is that scent?” It was Rain. “What is it!?”
“It’s plumbers caulking. Good stuff for stopping all kinds of leaks.”

Rain walked over and stood close to Dax. He heard heavy breathing. She moved even closer and inhaled the scent. Dax turned and looked up. He could see Rain’s red panties beneath her skirt. She then squatted, making her legs spread apart, and giving Dax a clear view of her crotch. The red panties were wet, and she was panting.

“Um, a, you okay? Are you alright?”
“Show me the caulking––Dax, right? Give me the caulking.” While Dax was reaching for the tube, Rain leaned into him and could smell the caulk in his hair. She trembled while running her hand along his back. His body quivered.

Dax handed her the tube, “Here, and don’t squeeze too hard. It comes fast.”

Rain squeezed the tube until moist, white caulking oozed out of the tip and onto her hand. She then rubbed the caulk into both hands while smelling it and moaning. Dax could see that she was really wet. She then rubbed the caulk onto her thighs and crotch.

“Like I said, it works really good on leaks. All kinds of leaks. Would you like a cloth for cleaning yourself?”

Rain ignored Dax’s offer and leaned into him more until their lips touched. She moved one of her hands through his hair, the other over her crotch. Rain was then kneeling with her skirt pulled up. The hand on her crotch slid faster. She let out otherworldly sounds, and because of the unusual noises that she was making, Dax wondered if she was ill. Suddenly, with a hoot and a holler, a jolt and a scream, she came, fell backwards, and leaned against the vanity and went limp. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Dax was still. He didn’t dare to move, or speak. Rain’s crotch, thighs and hands were covered in plumbers caulking. And then Dax noticed that he had an erection, and that he was panting as fast as she was.

It’s mystifying how destiny redirects our lives when we’re busy looking the other way: they were an unlikely couple, but Dax was amused and happy. He had an eccentric girlfriend, and they were inseparable. And with a quick caulking fix Rain was sexually unstoppable and would rip Dax’s clothes off faster than paper going through a shredder.

Rain quit The Marx, and was seen by friends in goofy tee shirts, worn-out jeans and work boots. She even grew her hair, but rarely brushed it. And she always had a tube of plumbers caulking in her bag. As for contact with strangers: all that Rain Water needed was Dax Leak Stopper’s plumbers caulking, but when his supply was low she’d make heavy eye contact with other plumbers, which kept Dax busier than ever with keeping himself well stocked.