George hated his work. Sure, he was his own boss - but the work was getting boring. He'd started years ago as a valeting service. He'd grown bored with that and branched into home cleaning too. Then he'd expanded his services to cover gardens, then offices. Now he cleaned everything and had no new avenues to expand into.
As he stood on the cherry picker finishing off another row of office window panes he thought about where he could take his business next. He was toying with the idea of dog grooming when his train of thought was interrupted by a loud voice.
"Excuse me, is this your car?" The voice, a woman's, rang out in a strong australian accent.
George didn't need to turn round fully to see the source, he could see the gigantic woman reflected in the windows next to him. He'd seen her marching through town many times before and often stopped his work to admire her go by. He took the opportunity now to turn his attention to her and see her up close. It took him a few moments before realising she was directing his attention to the pick-up truck in her hands - his pick up truck.
"Uh yeah, that's mine." he shouted over.
"Great!" she sighed with some relief, "It says on the side here you clean anything, no job too big right?"
"That's right." he confirmed with a look of pride, "I've never turned down a job."
"Fantastic! Look - I haven't been able to get out of the city for a while and all this smog is making my skin greasy as fuck. Normally I'd go for a dip in the river but the pollution is so bad in there at the moment - I'd probably come out dirtier than when I went in." the giantess explained before chuckling at her own predicament.
George nearly fainted when the giantess then stepped closer, causing him to nearly lose his ballance as the cherry picker shook from her heavy foot step.
"See how oily my skin is now?" the giantess' voice echoed around him as she thrust her chest out at him to showcase her tracts of soft skin.
George couldn't see the problem, her skin looked perfect and the oily sheen just made it look better, but he still nodded in agreement.
The giantess continued, "Could you come give me a clean? I see you've got a high pressure washer in your care which is perfect for exfoliating my skin - its just what I need to unclog my pores."
George took the opportunity to inspect the giantess even more and size up the job ahead.
With the Giantess now standing right by him he no longer needed to shout so loud, "Ok, I reckon I can do all this in a day." he told her after some thinking.
He could have probably done it in a few hours but this was a job he wanted to take his time with.
"Brilliant! How much do I owe you mate?" she asked.
George waved her question away, "Consider it free. Just tell your friends if you're happy with the job I do."
The giantess beamed him a smile wider than he was tall, "Oh I will."
And just like that, George loved his work again.
Meta: I don't know who the woman is but she reminds me a bit of Michelle Brasier who appears in Aunty Donna sometimes - that's probably why I gave her an Aussie accent in the story. I wanted to try something new in this which is why I only made her a reflection in it - thankfully I could put a car in her hands (she was holding sunglasses previously until I clone-stamped it out) to convey her scale.
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