This is gonna be a little shorter than what I usually shoot for, but enjoy nonetheless.
All aspects of this story are fictional and all characters are over 18. Apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes!
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It didn't take long for Lee's bulletin board ad to get a few responses, she needed money on the side to help pay her rent for the month. And strangely, she got her first call from Dr. Marian Hill, Lee's neurology professor. The posted ad was for yard work, like pulling weeds, mowing the lawn, trimming hedges, ditches. That sorta stuff.
It was during the cooler months of the year, Lee hated working in the damn heat. It frustrated her, she had enough of that shit growing up in the south.
But the day Hill wanted her to mow her lawn, it was just as damn hot. She took off her red flannel and tied it around her jean clad waist, the pits of her white undershirt already dampening, as was the chest and the back of it. Her jeans felt too heavy on her legs, but she couldn't take those off. Not in front of Hill, at least. She could feel the older woman's eyes on her, following her movements, she was watching from the living room window.
Lee wiped a firm hand over her moist forehead as she spared a glance at the window. Yep, those icy eyes were trained right on her, and despite the unseasonable heat, it had a shiver running down her spine, settling down in her stomach like it belonged there. She swallowed and continued pushing the mower across the expansive front yard. Just a few more passes and she'll be finished for today.
But just as she went back to work, she heard a whistle from the front porch. Her dark green eyes shot up at the direction of the noise, sweat dripping from her chin as she looked up with her whole head.
There she was, the woman herself, dressed in a satin robe, dark greying hair forming lush curtains around her slim face, holding a tall glass of ice water in her slender hand, painted nails tapping on the glass.
Lee almost tripped over her own boot clad feet as she clambered up to the porch, smiling as charming as she could manage while her body was about as hot as a plate of rice and beans fresh out of the microwave. She didn't bother using the stone steps on the porch, she just stepped onto it, reaching for the glass, but Marian held it further back, her thin brows furrowing.
Her voice rang in Lee's ears, but none of it was heard. "Huh?" The young woman stuttered dumbly, her mouth hanging open a bit.
Hill scoffed and slid her slim finger into one of Lee's belt loops on her grass stained jeans, pulling her toward the entrance of her home, "Come inside, dear. You need a bit of rest."
The blonde girl had no reason to fight against that, but she tried anyhow. "Nah, I stink, Doc. You really want me in your house like this?" She asked, getting her first glimpse at the interior of Hill's house. The furniture was themed, white and expensive. The farther they traveled into the house, the more out of place Lee felt. The more she felt like a dog trespassing into its owner's pristine home. Finally, they ended up in the kitchen, and Hill finally gave Lee access to the water in her grasp.
The blonde chugged the cool water like it was her life that depended on it. A small dribble of it trailed down her thick, bobbing throat, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a cool finger collect it from her neck. Lee watched through wide eyes as Marian stuck that same finger up to her dark red painted lips, her tongue darting out to taste.
"The fuck, Miss H?" She panted, wiping her mouth with her rippling forearm. Hill just smirked at her, stepping away from the young woman.
