The other day I caught Pamela on one of her rare days off out in her back yard sunning herself.
I stepped out to catch up on the latest events of their lawn care business with her. She bounded over to the fence separating our yards. Her tits nearly escaped her bikini top as they bounced and jiggled deliciously.
"Those look delicious," I chuckled as I stared at her tits.
"Now behave yourself," she giggled as she saw where I was staring.
"How's my business doing?" I laughed.
"Oh wow, you were right. It's all we can do to keep up. We might have to hire another crew," she laughed. "All of us are just about maxed out," she added.
"I assume you are inspecting the work and taking care of the guys," I smiled staring at her tits.
"Of course," she giggled. "I have to make sure they come up to our standards," she shook her tits at me, causing them to wobble seductively.
"So who is your best guy?" I asked.
She giggled, "Well the funny thing is they are both doing great work so they seem to be tied each week," she said with a cute smile.
"So in other words you're sucking them both off," I chuckled.
"Hey a deal is a deal," she laughed. "I can't go back on my deal I made with them, and besides, they are really doing great work," she added.
I recalled that I had met the guys a couple of times. Phil was the sort of fat white guy and Umberto was the lanky Mexican kid. They both seemed to like their jobs, and I know full well they loved their weekly bonus.
I had walked in to their building one time awhile back and was talking to Jason when Pamela and Phil came out of the bathroom. Phil blushed bright red and headed out the door. Pamela giggled as she licked her lips.
"He was in a hurry," I commented. "I assume he was this week's winner," I laughed.
"One of them," she chuckled. "His wife had dinner ready and he was late," she giggled.
Jason had just sat there chuckling as he rolled his eyes and shrugged.
So Pamela was obviously living up to her end of the business deal.
"How are the girls working out?" I asked.
"They seem to be happy," Pamela said. "Tip wise, I think Kathy is way ahead of Lisa, but I think we both know Lisa is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Kathy on the other hand knows what she is worth. I still want to see those videos of her and Herb," she chuckled.
"Kathy changes into her working clothes at the building every morning and then changes back before she goes home. I don't think her hubby would approve of the skimpy outfits we provide," she chuckled.
I laughed, "He is the jealous type then," I asked. "Or is he just the insecure kind?" I added.
"I'm not sure, probably a little of both," she offered. "I think Kathy has developed other interests anyway," she laughed. "So it would not surprise me if she ends up kicking her hubby out anyway," she chuckled.
"Really," I said. "Why is that?"
"This one dude named Carl over on Jenkins Street has got bucks and he is a bachelor and he definitely has the hots for her. He tips her big time. Hell he tipped me big time too and he was always sticking his cock in my mouth, so I know he is doing the same to her. He hit me up to move in too, but I am totally happy with Jason," she chuckled.
"Anyway, I think Kathy is falling for his bullshit. Hell he is easily fifteen years older than she is, maybe twenty," she said. "All he is after is her pussy," she laughed.
"Ok," I said. "Do me a favor and tell both of the girls I will be checking in with them over the next few days to see how they are doing on the job and just kind of touch bases with them to make sure they are comfortable with their jobs," I added.
Pamela giggled, "Oh I can just imagine you want to make sure they're comfortable," she chuckled.
That next afternoon I went to the building and set up a few of my cameras around where I would be talking to Kathy first. When I was satisfied I had the angles covered, I threw on a pot of coffee and sat back to wait for Kathy. I knew she would be showing up soon to change her clothes.
Kathy came in the building to change her clothes as expected and was surprised to see me.
"Oh, you startled me," she gasped. "Pamela told me you would be talking to all of us about how we are doing, but I guess I didn't think it would be this soon," she stammered.
I laughed, "I didn't mean to startle you Kathy, have a seat," I said smiling as I hit the remote to start the cameras. I wanted this session recorded.
She nervously crossed over to sit in a chair across from me and I noticed a very obvious wet spot over her cunt. She had just finished the guy's house she was smitten with. This dude Carl it seemed had a habit of hitting on girls and promising to marry them and flood them with his money. Not that he was all that well off, but he played like he was. In short, I was convinced he was an asshole.
I was also convinced he had more than likely flooded Kathy's cunt with his cum, and this would explain the obvious wet spot.
Kathy fidgeted nervously in her chair as my gaze dropped to her very noticeable nipples protruding nicely through the thin fabric of her cut off tee shirt. She unconsciously crossed her arms over her tits when she saw where my eyes had gone.
"I'm sorry, does that embarrass you?" I asked.
"Oh ah well ah ah I guess maybe a little," she blushed, knowing full well what I was talking about.
"Don't your clients stare at your tits?" I asked, smiling at her.
"Oh ah well ah I guess so, I am usually working though so I guess I don't notice it so much," she stammered, moving her arms down nervously and fidgeting on the chair.
"Well your tits are incredible, and it is hard not to stare at them," I chuckled as my gaze dropped back to them noticing that her nipples hardened as she blushed and squirmed in her chair. She fought the impulse to cross her arms over her tits again when I stared.
"So why do you change clothes after work, is it because of what your husband might say?" I laughed.
She turned redder as she squirmed, "Well ah you know how guys are," she stammered. "I am sure he would think the worst if he saw what I wore to work in," she smiled meekly.
"What would he think?" I asked.
"Oh you know, I am sure he would think something was going on," she stammered.
"Like what?" I asked.
She fidgeted nervously squirming on her chair, "Oh hell who knows what he would be thinking, I am sure he would think I was exposing myself or being groped or who knows what," she rambled.
"Are you?" I asked smiling.
She turned a brilliant shade of red as she blurted, "Well NO!"
"So none of your customers have tried anything with you," I asked as I tilted my head and stared at her skeptically.
I thought she was going to squirm herself off her chair as she stuttered and stammered, "Oh ah well, ah s-s-some of them have well you know ah rubbed up against me and ah stuff like that, but ah..." her voice trailed off.
