Billy gets there early.

Billy pulled up to Karen's house at 3:56pm the next day, relieved that he wasn't late. Her property was huge, with a big lawn, lots of landscaping, and an in-ground pool. The house itself was big too, with ornate stonework and dark wood. Billy rang the doorbell and thought that this house shed a lot of light on where Karen's entitled attitude came from.

A woman opened the door, but it wasn't Karen. The tall, tan woman had long wavy brown hair and flashed Billy a dazzling smile. Before Billy could say anything to her, Karen's commanding, slightly bitchy voice distracted him.

"Perfect timing, Billy. Would you help Teresa bring her suitcase out to her car?" Karen phrased it as a question, but Billy took it as an order.

"Of course," he said, grabbing the big, heavy suitcase. He followed Teresa out the path to her car, admiring her figure from behind. She was wearing a thin white sundress and sandals.

When they got there, Billy and Teresa heaved the big suitcase into the trunk of her hatchback. Then Teresa put her backpack into the backseat. When she bent over and leaned into the car, Billy stole a glance at her ass, and could see her thong underwear through the thin dress.

Teresa looked over her shoulder at him and misinterpreted his blank stare. "I'm the help, but I'm going on vacation. So I guess you're the help now," she said, winking at him.

Billy went back up the walk to see Karen waiting for him. He went to walk inside the house but Karen stopped him at the door.

"I hope you're ready to work," she said. "The lawn guy called in sick, so your big job is to mow the lawn. You'll also need to clean the pool and sweep the patio. Do a good job and tomorrow I'll let you inside the house."

The lawn was going to be quite a project. Billy desperately hoped Karen had a riding lawn mower. She took him into the garage and showed him a janky-looking push mower.

"The lawn guy brings his own rider, so you'll have to use this spare. Normally I'd apologize, but..." Karen said, trailing off.

But since he was effectively her ****, there was no need to apologize. That was what she meant. Billy felt himself turning red at the reminder of his situation.

As he stood there not knowing what to say, Karen left him and closed the door behind her. The message was clear: Billy was too low a being to even enter Karen's palatial house.

So he mowed the lawn. It was incredibly difficult mowing evenly around all the little hills and berms and the pool and patio. It was painstaking work, and it took hours, and his arms and legs were sore long before he was finished. His arms and hands, in particular, ached and tingled from the vibrating of the lawn mower.

As he was sweeping grass clippings off the patio by the pool, a skinny girl his age came out the back door of the house, dressed in nothing but a skimpy blue bikini and sunglasses. Billy almost dropped the broom. It was Selena, who he hadn't even known was home. She didn't say anything to him, just stood near a reclining chair and started rubbing sunscreen all over her exposed body.

Billy tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. He admired Selena's body as she lifted her arms to get sunscreen on her shoulders. She was skinnier than shortstack Anna and curvy Heather, and not as fit or athletic as Karen, but Billy still considered her hot in a different type of way. He knew her from school, but only barely--she mostly kept to herself. Billy mostly assumed she was just as snooty as Karen, but he didn't actually have any proof.

Only a few moments after Billy was finally able to tear his eyes away from Selena's hot body, he heard her voice call out.

"Could you do my back?" she asked. Billy froze for a second, then walked over, trying to seem casual. Selena had already turned her back to him and was holding the sunscreen bottle over her shoulder.

"Sure," Billy said. He grabbed the bottle and squirted some in his hands, warming it in his hands and then rubbing it on her upper back. He rubbed it in thoroughly, glad that she was facing away from him so that she couldn't see his rapidly hardening cock through his shorts. Then he moved down to her middle and lower back, and she seemed to arch her back, butt out, possibly to make it easier for him to rub in.

"Thank you," she said, nothing else. Then she laid down in the chair and began to sun herself. He couldn't tell because of the sunglasses whether she was looking at him or not, but it was clear she wanted nothing more from him.

As Billy resumed the monotonous task of sweeping the patio, he thought it over. Normally, what Selena had done would seem flirtatious. She was showing off her body to him, a guy she barely knew. She let him touch her--asked him to, in fact. The bare skin of her back. It had seemed intimate...at least to him.

But he wondered if maybe she just knew he was "the help," as Teresa had put it. Maybe her request was equivalent to Karen's earlier one...a command, not a question. Maybe the reason she'd been okay with him touching her back was that he was barely even a person to her. Just a servant, a ****.

Selena went back inside before Billy was done with his tasks, but Karen came outside as he was finishing up. It was dusk, and he'd been working for 4 or 5 solid hours.

Karen surveyed the lawn and the pool with approval. "Not bad," she allowed him. "Tomorrow you can clean the inside of the house. Be here at 1pm, it's going to take a while."

Billy thanked her and left. As he got in his car, he cursed himself. Thanking her? For what? Blackmailing him? Making him mow her lawn and clean her house?

But he had to keep her happy. As long as it took. He knew he would be back Tuesday. And he would clean her house spotless.