"Excuse me, sir," I heard a female voice to my left. I paused in loading my groceries and turned as a somewhat dirty looking, young woman approached me. "Any chance you can spare a dollar or some change? My car ran out of gas and I just need a few dollars so I can pick up my daughter and get to my mom's place."
I looked the young woman over for a few seconds to confirm my initial suspicions. "Are you willing to work for it," I asked when I was done.
"Uh... maybe I should go... I'm not..."
"That kind of girl," I asked with what I hoped was a disarming smile. "You aren't homeless. You're dirty, but it looks intentional. Your clothes are faded, but the styles are not more than a couple years old. I can smell the faint odor of soap or deodorant under the dirt and grime. Parenthood is difficult to fake, so I doubt you really have a daughter. And if all you needed was a few dollars, you would already be gone as I saw an elderly woman give you a five-dollar bill on my way into the store. I would guess college student, am I right?"
She blushed deeply and said, "look, I don't want trouble, I'll just leave you alone."
"You sure you aren't willing to work for it," I said as she turned and she hesitated and looked back.
"Let's say I might be, what do you have in mind?"
"How long have you been out here?"
"About 4 hours I think."
"And how much have you made?"
She put her hand into a pocket and pulled out a small pile of bills and counted through them quickly. When she was done, she sighed heavily. "Twenty-three dollars," she said sadly. "Maybe another four or five in change," she said as she fished around in another pocket.
"Kind of risky being out here, the store could call the cops on you."
"Riskier than going somewhere with a stranger for some unknown job," she asked nervously.
"So you *are* willing to work, then? Housecleaning. Two hours at twenty dollars an hour."
"That's... that's a lot for housecleaning. *Just* housecleaning, right?"
"Scouts honor," I said, "but don't expect light work, either. You have a car?"
"Nope, took the bus here from campus."
"Ah, I was right!"
"Yes, yes, don't rub it in. Before I agree to this I'm going to call a friend and let her know what's going on. Do you mind if I give her your name and address?"
"Not at all, here's my card; the address is my home. I will be happy to add a ride home to your pay as well." I waited patiently while the young woman called her friend. When she was done, she turned toward me again.
"Before I go through with this, I have to ask why. This is all a bit strange."
"Indeed. To be honest, I've never done anything like this before. But, you seem to genuinely be in need of money to be out here doing this, and I don't mind helping people that are willing to help themselves. Oh, and belatedly, my name is Steve Wells, nice to meet you," I said as I stuck out my hand.
"Lindsey Grant, but let's pass on the handshake. You may have seen past the dirt, but it's still real dirt."
I laughed and said, "fair enough, ready to go?"
"I need to get my backpack from the bus stop across the street."
"I can stop on the way, hop in."
After retrieving her bag, it was a short trip home. When I pulled up to the house, Lindsey gaped at the size.
"Uh, there's no way I can clean all that in two hours."
"Relax, I only use part of it. I'm only worried about the kitchen, living room, office and bedroom. I'll even spare you from the bathroom." I led her inside to the kitchen and living room area, passing by the den and dining room on the way. "Do you have clean clothes in there," I asked pointing at her backpack.
"Uh, no... guess I didn't think about that," Lindsey replied looking down at her dirty outfit.
"No worries, come with me." I led her to the stairs and up to my bedroom where I opened a closet. I pulled down a pair of khaki shorts and gestured to a rack of dress shirts. "Pick whichever one you like and you can keep it when you are done, so don't worry about getting it dirty while you clean. Shower is in there," I said pointing to another door which Lindsey opened and stepped into, "and the laundry is in here around the corner at the back. Shower, change, and you can start here. There is a vacuum here in the closet and fresh sheets in the linen closet in the bathroom entry. When you're done up here, I'll be downstairs after I finish unloading the groceries."
I heard Lindsey utter an "um" from the bathroom and poked my head around the corner to see what she wanted.
"Yes?"
"First, this place is gorgeous, I'll at least clean up whatever mess I make. But, second, um, not that your shampoo is bad or anything, but..."
"Oh, right... one second."
I went down the hall to one of the other bathrooms and rummaged around under the sink, retrieved two bottles, and returned to the bedroom. "Will these do?"
"Wow, um, yeah... these are expensive. Are you sure the girlfriend won't mind?"
"Ex-girlfriend, she left them here, so they're fair game," I said with a shrug.
"Ok, then shoo so I can get undressed and get cleaned up." And just like that an image of Lindsey in a state of undress jumped into my head. It was so sudden, it startled me, particularly since the girl was not what I considered my type. I was a bit of a playboy and tended to go after the sleek and slender model types. Lindsey was stockier, thicker in the arms and legs, with a large ass and equally large tits. Her waist was still narrow and her stomach mostly flat, so she had quite the hourglass figure. I must have stared a bit too long, as Lindsey eventually interrupted me.
"Mr. Wells?"
"Sorry, yes, been a long day, I'm afraid I am a bit scatterbrained," I said, hoping she would believe that. I turned and fled down the stairs and made myself busy with unloading the car. It had been a long grocery run, so it took quite a while to get everything stored away. I heard the shower turn on and off and the vacuum cleaner running not long after that. With my unloading complete, I quickly downed half a bottle of water, hoping a cold drink would drive the image of Lindsey from my mind. It helped a little, so I put the bottle back in the refrigerator and decided to head up stairs to change into some shorts instead of my work pants.
As I rounded the corner toward the stairs, I nearly collided with Lindsey coming down the hallway. She was freshly cleaned with her half-dry hair hanging free almost to her waist. She had chosen one of my numerous white dress shirts and it was fairly baggy on her, hiding her figure, but most of her legs were visible and she had the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, looking quite ready to tackle her job.
"Wow," I whispered without thinking.
"I'm sorry, what was that Mr. Wells," Lindsey asked.
"I... that is... you clean up quite nicely Miss Grant. Quite lovely indeed," I said brashly.
Lindsey blushed and muttered, "Um, thank you, sir."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you. I am going to change out of these pants. There is another vacuum and some cleaning supplies in the hall closet behind you and you can help yourself to something to drink in the kitchen if you like.
"Then I guess I will start in the kitchen," Lindsey said and turned toward the closet.
I retreated to my bedroom and retrieved a pair of shorts from the closet. I removed my jacket, tie, shoes and socks and took a moment to collect myself. I tried to will images of Lindsey from my mind, but it was no use. In a mere few minutes, this was woman was having an effect on me quite unlike anyone I had encountered before. After a few minutes of trying to clear my head I gave up and headed back downstairs.
I turned the corner to the kitchen more slowly this time in an effort to forestall any potential collision if Lindsey happened to be coming the other way. Instead I was greeted with a sight that stopped me dead in my tracks. She was bent over the breakfast bar cleaning the countertop facing away from me, providing me a very wide and clear view of a very round and very bare ass. I watched for several seconds before I finally cleared my throat to get her attention, even though I left my eyes glued where they were. Rather than stand and turn, Lindsey looked over her shoulder at me. When she saw where my eyes were directed she jumped up with a start which sent a partially empty wine glass sailing to the floor. She pulled at the bottom of the shirt she was wearing with one hand in front and another in back. This had the unfortunate side-effect of pulling the shirt tightly against her breasts. My eyes were immediately drawn to her very prominent and very hard nipples. Lindsey noticed this immediately and looked down to where my eyes were looking. She gasped again and moved the hand from behind her so her arm could cover her breasts.
"Oh my gosh," she whispered and blushed deeply. Despite my best efforts I felt my cock react in my shorts and I could feel a bit of a flush in my face as well. I noted, with a surge of excitement, that Lindsey's eyes dropped to my crotch briefly before looking back up at me.
"I... um... didn't I... I gave you a pair of shorts... didn't I," I stammered.
"They didn't fit," she said in embarrassment.
