"Hey, do ya need a hand? Here, let me help you up. I... Uh, I'm Mike, by the way." He had her back on her feet and was brushing off some grass before his brain really registered that her very cropped and very tight top had shifted and one of her big breasts was completely exposed. Mike's attention had been caught by a sexy grass stain on Penny's tight white shorts and he did not realize that one of his hands was absently brushing grass off her bare breast.
Until Penny giggled.
Mike's brain caught up with his hand just as it froze over Penny's excited nipple and he stumbled backwards, tangling himself up in pretty undies. He flailed about for a moment and somehow got a huge bra caught over his head and arm. "Gee, thanks for the hand, Mike. It was nice. Now let me help you... up." Mike missed the double entendre in Penny's tone, and missed her pointed look at his crotch as he finally worked the lacy pink thing off desperately trying to ignore how nice it felt on his skin or how arousing it smelled when it was on his face. (That was a clean bra. His brain... and other body parts... probably would have exploded if it had been recently worn.)
Penny helped Mike to his feet, only to have him almost fall back over with a yelp of pain. "Are you OK?" She asked.
"I think I messed up my ankle. It'll be OK." He took a tentative step, but it was obvious that it really hurt.
"Here, let me help you to the house. We can get some ice on that." She slipped an arm around him and helped him hobble into the house. "Oopsie! Let me take that." She pulled a sky blue thong from where it had gotten hung up on his belt. "Wouldn't want my mom to think you were playing with her panties. At least, not when she wasn't involved." Penny smiled, and the few parts of Mike's brain that were not tied up in the pain in his foot busied themselves trying to parse what she said.
As they entered Jack's house, Mike's brain just plain gave it up. While Jack's girls did not normally walk around in little or nothing, it WAS laundry day and they were not expecting guests, so Mike was feasted to the sight of what looked like Lucy Pinder wearing just an apron as she cleaned, and a nearly nude Asian porn star stretching up to dust a shelf. Lily and Kuni went over to help Penny with the limping boy, easing him to a nearby chair with Lily taking charge. "Kuni, go get an ice pack and ask Angel to come here. Penny, go bring that stool over for him to rest his foot on."
A minute later, Mike was sipping cold milk with his foot up and covered with an ice bag and was being tendered to by Angel, Penny, Lily, and Kuni. Penny was fully, if sexily, dressed, Lily had the apron still, Kuni was still nearly nude, and Angel was wearing what looked like an old, too-small bikini top and a pair of jean shorts that barely covered as much as a pair of panties would. Mike figured his brain and balls were both going to explode soon and he was determined to enjoy the sights and sensations until then.
"Oh... yeah. Here you go, guys. I brought some clean undies over. Maybe it will help Mike relax a bit." Lily and Kuni glanced at his crotch and smiled at him in a way that kicked the countdown to explosion up several seconds, but then they wiggled into their bras and panties- speeding the countdown up even faster as Mike felt steam begin to pour out of his valves. He cooled down pretty damn quickly when a guy walked in, but did not relax an iota.
"Hi, Mike, is it? I'm Jack. Hey, I'm really sorry about all this. How's your ankle doing? Would you like us to take you to the hospital to get an x-ray or anything?"
"N... N... No, I'm OK... I think I... I probably should get home. That is, uh, my folks will be home soon and I need to get the yard finished up and ah..."
"Oh, Unka Jack! How about a couple of us help Mike home, and then I can finish the yard for him?"
"That sounds like a good idea." Jack noticed Sammy walking past, thankfully fully dressed. "Sammy, could you help Penny get Mike here back home and settled in?" Mike had never felt quite so exposed as he did when the tall, heavy-breasted dirty blonde they called Sammy looked him over. Mike was sure he had seen her before somewhere, then realized she looked a lot like Jordan Carver on the sites he NEVER visited... according to his carefully groomed search history.
Sammy was easily able to help Mike hobble back home with some assistance from Penny and they soon had him on his own couch and Penny was finishing up the last of the lawn. Sammy was sitting in a chair near Mike, leafing through a magazine. "Well, this is boring. So, Mike, what do you do for fun?" Mike started, feeling guilty since he had just been staring at Sammy's rather abundant chest and thinking about how soft and warm it must be in there.
"Ah, hah... ummm..."
"OK, let me cut to the chase. I know you've seen all the girls around lately, haven't you? In fact, I am pretty sure I've seen you out doing a lot of stuff outside whenever some of us are out too. Now, I think it is cute that you look at us like that and you are not some crude jerk while you do it. The thing is... while Angel and some of the others really like taking care of the garden, none of us really like doing the mowing, raking, shoveling, and that sort of thing and since we have two houses, there is a lot of it. With me so far, stud?"
Mike nodded, unsure if he was expected to say anything.
"So... here is what I am thinking. If you take care of the yard work for us at both houses, we will make sure you are well-rewarded. But... we don't have a lot of money to spend for this, so we will reward you in other ways. What do you think?"
"Other..." He had to work his mouth a bit, it suddenly got very dry. "Other ways? What do you meAN!" His voice jumped an octave when Sammy laid a hand right on his very personal private space.
"I mean.." she whispered warmly in his ear even as she kept rubbing his groin gently, "that one or the other of us will -at least- suck you off every time you do something like that for us. If you need to bring a couple friends along with you, we will take care of them as well." Mike's eyes rolled back as he shot a wad in his jeans at that moment. "Ummm... feels like we have a deal. Come on. I'll help you to the shower and give you a nice down payment on future services."
When Penny was done with the yard, she came into the house with the intention of taking a shower with Mike and was quite disappointed to find him slumped in the tub with a huge smile on his face, and a smirking Sammy lying on the bed, reading some of his hidden porn stash. She looked up at Penny. "Well, I think I've taken care of our lawn care needs for the immediate future!"
Meanwhile, back at the Funny Farm (as Jack often thought of the place lately), some of the other members of Jack's Fan Club (as the girls often referred to themselves) had pulled Jack aside to tell him the truth about the fruit basket and showed him the note.
'Dear Jack and Company', the note read, 'Thank you for your recent payments on your outstanding debt. It has come to our attention that you have found ways to alternately fund your needs, and we feel we need to revisit the repayment schedule. Beginning in August, we expect that you will double your payment. We are sending a couple of 'insurances' that we hope you will enjoy to serve as a token of our appreciation as well as a reminder to remain diligent. If you have not met her yet, your first 'insurance' should arrive at your door very soon. The other will be a surprise in about a week. Thank you for choosing Midwest Transmogrification Technologies for all of your Transformative needs.'
By the time the girls woke Jack up from his faint, Penny and Sammy were back and knew the score. Angel, ever the practical one, simply stated that they would have to step up their fundraising efforts. The cheering and bouncing that ensued nearly knocked Jack out again. Of course, they also cheered Sammy's brilliant solution to the yard work problem- now they had more time to earn money!
After the meeting and other events of the day, they decided to just order pizza. They had a standing order at the local shop, and because of the way they tipped, they got great service and free, really fast delivery! (They often giggled placing the call because they could hear the arguments over whose turn it was to bring the 'za out. Sometimes it took two or three drivers to deliver it all!) Of course, the local Chinese place also delivered to them- and only to them, and the manager at the sandwich shop took it upon himself to deliver things personally, 'just to ensure the best possible customer service, you understand'.
Even the local police seemed really eager to respond to calls concerning this address. There had been a flurry of such calls early on from concerned neighbors wondering about the sudden invasion of 'that kind of woman' in the neighborhood. Fortunately, the girls were able to convince the responding officers that everything was OK and they would keep things more controlled. Of course, a couple of the officers took it upon themselves to do some 'community policing' and swing by to make sure everyone in the house was still safe and secure.
