Do what I was told, but extremely confident

She left me awkwardly sitting at her fancy dark wood kitchen table, with one of the nicest homes, I have ever been in. She came back wearing a white tee shirt and red shorts. The tee shirt did little to cover up the black bikini top that showed through easily. Both her shirt and her shorts were strained as her breasts and ass pushed against the fabric, trying to break free. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat across from me. “Ok Mister, you have two options. One, you can leave and I will be talking to your parents. Or you will work a little summer job with me.” she said calmly. I did not know what to do. I did not want to get in trouble or to do any yard work for her. I thought I’d be confident and call her bluff. “You are not going to do anything.” I told her. I got up and walked home. I did not know why I thought she was bluffing, but I felt like my life was over.

My mom woke me up early the next day. “Hey son, I got a call from our neighbor in the back, Ms. Jefferson.” she explained. My heart was pounding in my chest. “She asked if you could help her around the house and she would pay you like a summer job.” my mom explained. Now I was confused. I thought I was going to be punished to high hell. “I told her you would. Now get ready.” she commanded. I got ready and walked over to her house. I had no idea what was happening, so I just put on a tee shirt and shorts. I rang Ms. Jefferson’s doorbell, and she opened it and said, “oh it's you.” “Since you didn’t pick yesterday, I thought I would for you.” she explained. She pulled me inside. “I need you to clean my bathrooms. The cleaning supplies are under the sink” she said. I begrudgingly got to work. After I finished the first two bathrooms, I thought it might be better to confess what I did. As I walked to the final bathroom, I heard her speak over an intercom. “Bring me a glass of wine. It's in the fridge.” I couldn't believe this house had an intercom.

I knew it was a nice house, but how rich is this lady? I poured her a glass of wine and walked it outside to her tanning. “Thank you. Now go inside and get a bath ready for me.” she commanded. I couldn’t help but stare at her wonderful cleavage that was only held back by the green bikini that I loved. Snapping out of my trance, I walked inside and filled a tub up with nice hot water. She walked inside a few moments later and kicked me out of the bathroom. “You look disgusting. Put your clothes in the washing machine.” she yelled through the door. I walked into the basement to find the washing machine. I stripped down and stuffed the washing machine with my clothes.