Driving through our neighborhood I spotted Jason's pickup and trailer. I slowed as I drove past the home and spotted Jason trimming shrubs and Pamela mowing the lawn.
Pamela was more than enough reason for me to slow to a snail's pace when I spotted her. She wore her cut off leggings and her cropped tee shirt. Her rock hard body with her tits bouncing and jiggling bra less under her short tee shirt were hypnotic.
Her nipples poked at her tee shirt and when she bent forward to pick something up you could easily see the bottoms of her tits that were barely covered by the tee shirt she herself had cut off.
Her tight ass was perfectly molded in her cut off leggings. When she walked pushing the mower it looked like two steel ball bearings fighting for the same space. Her long legs began at the bottom of her cut off leggings and went all the way down.
In short, she was fucking hotter than hot in her skimpy outfit pushing the lawn mower. I pulled over to the curb and sat ogling her sexy body.
When she finally noticed me, she smiled and shut her mower off to come over and say hi.
I rolled my window down and licked my lips as she sauntered toward me with her luscious tits bouncing up and down and wobbling seductively. Her nipples jutted poking out through the thin tee shirt material. She climbed up on my running board and laid her tits on my arm and leaned in to give me a quick kiss.
"What are you up to Gary?" she said with a smile.
"Well with your delicious tits resting on my arm I will tell you what part of me is up," I chuckled.
She giggled and looked down at my crotch which was clearly showing signs of life.
"That part of you is always up," she laughed as she reached in and squeezed the growing bulge in my sweat pants.
"Especially when I see you dressed like you are now," I chuckled.
"Too revealing?" she asked with a dainty little girl grin. "I think my outfit helps me get tips," she added. "I do quite well when it comes to tips," she giggled.
My cock was standing at full attention by this time. My sweat pants looked like I had pitched a tent in them.
"Well if your goal is to give every guy that sees you a raging hard on," I laughed as I nodded toward my cock. "I can understand the tips," I chuckled.
"Oh my," she said. "We may have to take care of that before you leave here. You wouldn't want that to get tangled in your steering wheel," she giggled as she reached in again and stroked my cock a few times through my sweats.
"So you and Jason have been busy I guess, it seems like you guys start early and finish late every day," I said.
"Jason tells me since I started helping him, his business has quadrupled and he is getting more requests every day. It is hard for us to keep up," she added.
Clearly the way Pamela was dressed was driving the business to new heights. "You two are sitting on a gold mine. You need to hire one maybe two more girls with bodies like yours that will wear what you wear and who knows how far your business would go," I said.
"You think so?" she said.
"Hell I guarantee it," I said. "Plus you won't have to do any advertising. Once guys see you dressed the way you are, they will beat a path to ask for your services," I said as I slid my arm back and forth under her tits.
"Well I do give good service," she giggled. "That is how I make my big tips," she added.
"Really," I said. "So are you telling me you give blow jobs with the lawn care," I asked.
"Oh you are naughty," she laughed. I don't blow all of our customers," she said. "But there are a few that I take care of. A few weeks back I made a ton of money in tips. Some weeks are better than others. We charge a regular rate for their lawn care, but my tips come in later,"
Jason had been given access to his uncles building a few blocks over where he was now storing his ever growing amount of equipment for his lawn service. It was a nice smaller building and had a fence all the way around it so it was perfect for his needs, plus it was not being used, so it worked out.
"What time will you two be back at your building," I asked.
"Probably around seven or so," she replied.
"Tell Jason I want to pitch an idea to you both, I will stop by ok," I said.
"Ok, I will tell him," she said smiling as she watched me push my sweatpants down and pull my hard cock out.
"Oh my, I suppose you want me to help you with that," she grinned as I started jacking off.
"Well I think it's only fair since you're the one who caused it," I laughed.
"You sound just like a lot of our customers now," she giggled as I pumped my cock rapidly.
"So you suck their cocks and make big tips," I chuckled as I stroked my leaking cock.
"How do you think we got the money for that trailer behind Jason's pick up," she laughed as she watched my hand jacking off my cock.
"Well just imagine if you had one or two more girls working under you guys and you took a cut," I laughed. "You guys could triple your customer base in no time," I added.
"Tell me when you're close," she said as she stared at my hand pumping my pre cum coated cock. "I don't want you to make a mess in your pick up," she added.
"I am close," I grunted.
She stepped down and pulled the door open and then climbed back up on the running board and leaned in to suck my cock into her mouth. Her hand replaced mine and pumped rapidly on my cock as I felt my cum begin to spurt into her warm mouth.
"Aaaaaaaarggghhhhhhhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck oh fuck you're good," I gushed as my cum jetted into her mouth spurt after spurt after spurt.
She gulped constantly as I shot my load in her mouth until finally she had me drained. She kept my cock tightly between her lips as she sucked hard to make sure she had gotten every last drop. Her hand continued pumping and she squeezed my cock hard to be sure I was empty. Finally she pulled her head back and my flaccid cock fell to my thigh with a wet smacking noise.
"Fuck you cum a lot," she said after she had gulped down the last of my thick cum. "I swear no one shoots as much cum as you do," she said licking her lips.
"How do you think I have managed to keep Debbie," I chuckled. "The cum slut that she is," I laughed. "She needs it all the time," I added.
"I will see you guys around seven at Jason's building," I said as she was stepping down from my running board and closing the door of my truck.
Anyone walking down the sidewalk would have gotten an eyeful with her bent over sucking my cock and her hot ass jutting out.
I had some time so I went to my home office and worked out some of the details of the proposal I was going to pitch to them at seven that evening. I also called around and connected with clothing stores.
That evening I was running a little late because I had stopped and picked up some clothing ideas and samples I needed in my pitch. I pulled into the parking lot at Jason's uncles building and was glad his pickup was still there.
My idea was quite simple. Jason and Pamela needed to find one maybe two girls who would agree to dress like Pamela to mow the lawns, and one or two guys to do the trimming and clean up.
They could hire them as private contractors and provide the equipment and the list of lawns. They would pay Jason and Pamela a preset amount for the leads and the equipment rental and maintenance. Any tip money the girls got was theirs to keep. They could give some of it to the guy helping them or not, that would be up to them to work out.
Jason and Pamela would also provide the clothing for them to wear. The guys would be a simple tee shirt with "Jason's Lawn Service" on the back, and the girls would be outfits like Pamela wore, also with Jason's Lawn Service and phone number on the back.
"I found a lighter weight material tee shirt and legging for you to customize," I said as I tossed the clothing I had brought to Pamela.
"Wow," she said as she caught the items. "This is much lighter. I think certain parts of me will really stand out under this," she giggled as she held the flimsy tee shirt up in front of her.
"That's the idea," I chuckled. "I figure you should double your tips," I laughed.
"One more thing," I said. "And this is up to you, but in order to insure these crews do a good job, I was thinking Pamela could inspect the lawns when they are done and tell the guys that whoever does the best work gets his cock sucked. I figure that alone will guarantee they do good work," I laughed.
Pamela giggled, "You're being naughty again. But I like it. What do you think Jason?" she looked his way.
He laughed, "I agree that would guarantee they do good work," he said. "I have one suggestion though," he added. "I would feel more comfortable if I could tell them you are the big boss and that Pamela and I just manage the business for you. That way I could tell them the big boss said this or he wants that, and I would not be the bad guy. Do you know what I mean?"
"I have no problem with that if it makes you feel more comfortable. Is that ok with you Pamela?" I asked.
Fine with me. I figure I should inspect their work weekly to make sure they are doing good jobs," she smiled already thinking about sucking the winners cock no doubt.
I took the shirts and had "Jason's Lawn Service" and phone number printed on all of them and dropped them back with Pamela to cut off however short she wanted to. She told me her and Jason had lined up two girls they met at the mall to come in and interview for the jobs. Jason already had two guys lined up and he had basically hired them.
They both wanted me there when they interviewed the girls. Obviously I agreed and a date was set to have them in, one at ten in the morning and the second one at 2pm in the afternoon.
I arrived at nine sharp. Jason and Pamela were out on lawns and arrived about nine thirty. Pamela was wearing the new lightweight material and I was knocked off my feet when she jumped out of the pickup. Her tits looked even better than I imagined they would. She had apparently worked up a bit of a sweat mowing the lawn and the material clung to her tits which jiggled and wobbled as she walked toward me.
"Wow," I gushed as she approached. I could feel my cock harden just looking at her. The lips of her cunt were more than obvious under the thin material of her leggings which she had cut off ultra short.
"Talk about walking advertisement for Jason's Lawn Service," I chuckled.
