Yard work for Dan

A week or so after your incident with Tiffany, Seth, and that weed you are doing yard work. You're wearing a pair of yellowed safety glasses and a tight, white t-shirt with no bra. It's tied off in a knot just below your tightly-covered tits, and a pair of frayed jean shorts snugly fit and barely cover your ass. Oh, and big chunky hiking boots with a steel toe, because a couple years ago you were wearing your sandals and you weed whacked your big toe and had to get stitches. Never making that mistake again!

You finish up trimming the hedges with the weed whacker and head back into the garage to get the lawnmower. You're just filling up the gas tank on the lawnmower when a car pulls up at the end of the drive. It's Dan in his expensive car. Make that, Creepo Dan, the young professional guy who stares at your ass like he's going to take a bite out of it every time you're jogging in the morning.

"Hey there, Joy," he calls. "Want to earn some money?"

"Uh," you wonder what he means, "maybe, Dan, but I've got some yardwork I have to do."

"Yeah, yardwork," he says, "I really need my backyard mowed. If you could come over real quick and mow everything it will only take 20 minutes. I'll pay you 50 bucks."

50 bucks? That's easy money. His house has the same yard as all the other houses on the block. That means a pool and that means barely enough lawn to take five minutes.

"Sure," you say.

Dan pulls his car into his driveway and opens the privacy gate for you to push your lawnmower into his his backyard. The grass is a little long, but really it looks like it could wait until the weekend. The privacy fence closes behind the two of you and Dan immediately wraps his arms around your waist and starts trying to kiss you. Surprised, you push him back.

"What are you doing?" you demand.

"Huh? You think I'm paying 50 bucks for a lawn mowing? I thought I was pretty clear what I wanted."

You reach for the gate, but he takes hold of your hand. Looks pleadingly in your eyes.

"A hundred bucks," he says.

You push his hand away.

"Two hundred," he blurts. "All you gotta do is blow me."

"I am not blowing...doing that...ever," you say.

"Five hundred," he says. "And all you gotta do is jerk me off on your tits. Let me feel 'em up and jerk me off."

You pause, only for a second, to consider Dan's offer. Five hundred bucks is a lot of money for you. Jerking this guy off isn't technically cheating and you could spend the money on something nice for Sara. On the other hand, Dan is a serious creep, and he might take advantage of you further if you agree.