Jackson Taylor, 27 years old

Jackson Taylor was cutting his neighbors' grass when they came back home from a nice lunch at the country club. Mr. Thompson was accompanied by his twenty years old daughter, Ella, a pretty hot girl he had been dreaming of for some time now. She looked very sexy in her black skirt with her tight waist and short skirt that showed off her tan legs. Jackson found himself staring shamelessly at her huge breast pushing out her top before noticing the stern look in her father's eyes.

"Mr. Taylor," Mr. Thompson said in greeting. "I thought you'd be done by now."

"Oh no, I'm almost there, sir", Jackson replied. He didn't miss the hint of disapproval in his tone.

"Well we have company coming soon. How long until you finish?"

"Another hour or two at most, sir. I'm halfway through".

The man nodded then turned towards his daughter and spoke. "Ella, could you go take care of the appetizers please?"

"Yes daddy", the young woman answered with a respectful smile as she walked past him to get into their house. The door closed behind her leaving only her father and Jackson to talk together.

"Anything wrong?" Jackson asked nervously.

"Do you think I'm blind, young man?" Mr. Thompson asked with a serious expression on his face. "What exactly are your intentions towards my daughter?"

Jackson gulped down hard trying to remain calm. "N... Nothing, Sir...", he stuttered.

"She is still just a kid! Don't you dare try anything!" the man warned. "I know boys like you. You act like you're all nice but I know how you treat girls!"

Jackson's jaw dropped open in surprise at the vehemence in his voice and felt a wave of anger welling up within him. "And what kind of boy do you think I am, sir?" he asked defiantly.

"The kind who sees an innocent girl that has no boyfriend and uses her to satisfy himself!", Mr. Thompson responded angrily. "And don't give me that shit about being a good neighbor! Just because you cut our grass doesn't mean that I'll let you ogle my daughter like some cheap pervert. If I catch you even looking at my baby girl again, I swear to god I will kick your ass from here to kingdom come!"

Jackson was taken aback by the man's response as he stammered his reply. "Your 'baby girl' is an adult now, sir, in case you haven't noticed", he pointed out with annoyance. "If she has an issue with me she should tell me herself!"

"You're damn right, she should!" the old man retorted furiously. He turned around and shouted her name: "Ella? Get back here immediately! We need to have a talk." Ella came running towards them both, visibly confused. Jackson couldn't help noticing her big breasts jiggling under her top with each step she took.

"What's going on?" the young woman asked nervously.

"Do you have a problem with Jackson?" Her father asked bluntly.

Ella looked at the young man for a moment then said simply, "I don't think so..."

"You need to tell him if you do, honey!" The old man insisted. Suddenly, his daughter's expression changed and became cold and serious.

"Well I'm a bit annoyed actually..." she began, clearly not liking what she had to say next. "...he has been staring at my chest nonstop while he works and it really pisses me off".

Jackson gasped in shock realizing that this girl was throwing him under the bus in front of her dad! What the hell was wrong with these two?!

"That's what I thought!" her father snapped angrily.

The young man clenched his fists and let his anger show as he spoke up loudly. "Listen, girl... If you don't like the attention you are getting from me, maybe you shouldn't dress like that all the time." He pointed to her short skirt as he finished. His eyes lingered on her exposed legs before meeting hers again.

"What?!" Ella replied indignantly. "I can dress however I want you pervert! It doesn't give you any excuse to stare at my boobs all the fucking time! Don't you have any self control?!"

"Actually..." Her father said right as I was about to shout back at her, "He's got a point. Your outfit is too revealing. If you don't want him to stare, you need to cover up a little more!"

The young woman opened her mouth but nothing came out; she just stood there open mouthed for a few seconds. Jackson didn't miss how pretty she looked with her hair flying around after being interrupted mid-argument. But what happened next was unexpected. She covered her chest with her crossed arms and nodded in agreement with the old man.

"Sorry, daddy", she whispered timidly with downcast eyes and lowered head.

"I'm out of here..." Jackson said as he dropped the handle of the lawnmower and started to walk away.

"Don't be ridiculous! You're still going to cut my grass!" Mr. Thompson barked at him. "I'm not receiving guests without my yard looking nice!"

"Well have her do it, then!" The young man shouted back angrily at him while glaring at his daughter. "She can do it since she's such a good daughter who always does what her father says".

"Fuck you, Jackson!" Ella shot back while giving him a look full of hate.

"He's right!" the father exclaimed loudly, making both his daughter and Jackson turn towards him in surprise. "Go put something more appropriate and take care of the lawn!"

Jackson was starting to feel like something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Why the hell was Mr. Thompson agreeing with him?

"Yeah..." Ella said after a moment of reflexion. "I'll take care of the lawn. Don't you worry about it!"

"That's my girl!"

Why the hell was she agreeing with him? Jackson was now so confused that he remained frozen for as long as it took her to change and come back. Her father kept berating him in the meantime, but he didn't pay attention to it.

"You know what she should do?" The young man asked when she finally came back dressed in a t-shirt and shorts.

"What is that, young man?", her father replied coldly.

"She should stop calling you 'daddy' and call you 'shitface' instead." Jackson muttered, a wave of adrenaline rushing through his body at having said it out loud.

"Just get fucking lost!" Stella screamed at him. "Get off the fucking lawn! Just leave us alone!"

Mr. Thompson simply nodded and turned around slowly to face his daughter. "It's not a bad idea, you know. You should call me 'shitface' from now on." He turned towards Jackson again and continued: "And you are fired, mister. Go home, don't ever show yourself here again or I'll call the cops."

Jackson just stood there dumbfounded before turning towards his car. What was going on with these people?! Was he losing his mind? Could he really make them do whatever he wanted?

"Dadd..." Ella started before correcting herself "...Shithead! Erm... How do I turn that thing on?"

"She should show me her tits!" Jackson almost shouted, out of a sudden inspiration.

"FUCK YOU!!" The young girl screamed, outraged by his request. But it wasn't over yet. Mr. Thompson had heard everything and turned back to look at his daughter.

"Just show him your tits, honey! Maybe he'll finally leave us alone after that.", he told her like it was obvious. "If he doesn't like them, tell him he can fuck off."

Ella smiled widely then pulled her t-shirt up revealing those big round breasts that she was so proud of in front of her father and an amazed Jackson.

She slid her hands below her two pillows of flesh and pushed them up while shaking them around for a few seconds. "There, you happy now?!" she asked in a smug voice.

The young man just stared, trying to gather his thoughts. For whatever reason, it seemed Mr. Thompson would make her daughter do anything he told him she should do. Ella, meanwhile, would obey her father like a good little girl...

"She should maw the lawn naked, for everyone to enjoy the sight!" Jackson mumbled as he walked back towards his house.

As he was about to close his front door, he heard her father say: "You heard him, honey! Take your shorts and panties off!"

"Yes, shithead!"

"Good girl!"