Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 105

"Yes, of course. Why are you expecting him to come over?"

"No, I was just wondering." There was only one reason Evan would lie, he was planning on doing more spying, and she was going to give him something to see. "Come on, get naked," Jayda said.

There hadn't been one cross street or driveway since Evan turned onto the arrow-straight, Beaver Dam Road. No wonder Ms. Pioneer told him, "You can't miss it. When you reach the woods on the right side of the road, start looking for the only driveway. If you see cotton growing on the right, you passed it." She wasn't kidding, It had been miles of fields, then trees.

Evan turned onto the oyster shell driveway and went through the woods for two-hundred yards before he saw the house. It was a large house with a wide wraparound porch. He lived in a subdivision, so he didn't know, but Evan thought it was one of those old plantation houses.

He stopped when his passenger door was at the brick walkway which curved across the front lawn to the porch. In front of him, on the left side of the house, there were two gates. Beyond them, the driveway continued to what looked like an old barn that was now a four-car garage. Out his side of the car, through a narrow line of woods, he could see endless fields of some plant. He was no farmer in the dell, that's for sure, but he thought it was the cotton Ms. Pioneer mentioned.

Old movies he'd seen and things he'd learned in school, fanned his imagination and he pictured the fields filled with cotton. Then his porm brain brought Rhina in from the creek. The plantation owner would be doing bad things behind his wife's back, while his daughters had muscle-bound black man ramrodding their cunts.

The expensive luxury car didn't fit into his fantasy world. Ms. Pioneer probably wasn't a farmer, but according to Miss Tonya, she was an interesting woman, whatever that meant. He thought she had to be crazy to live in the middle of farmland if she wasn't a farmer. It's a huge house, did she live alone?

His car door closed with a thud, and several crows took flight. He followed the brick path and paused where it curved towards the stairs. The sun made it impossible to see if there was anybody inside watching him. He turned in a circle and acted like he was estimating the size of the job, then continued to the foot of the brick steps. The double doors with their oval smoked windows

gave the house dark eyes that stared back at him. Some gave the house dark eyes that stared back at him. Some apprehension about meeting a new person for a job was to be expected. What Evan felt was beyond apprehension. The house probably had ghosts, he decided.

Evan jumped when one of the house's eyes pulled in, and a woman appeared. She walked to the edge of the porch, holding a phone to her ear, and gave him the universal one minute sign. Her toes curled over the end of the planks like a competition diver about to launch. All of his motor functions seized except for the ability to move his eyes up and down. He stopped them and looked straight ahead. "Interesting," was an understatement

Ms. Style Pioneer was wearing a one-piece shorts outfit made out of gold spacesult material. If her choice in clothes were the only thing, he could have gone with weird, but there was so much more. He tried to glance around idly, but his eyes continued to focus straight ahead. Her legs weren't shaped by obvious muscles, but they were appealing. Her thighs touched together from her knees up to the gap, where the spacesuit clung to her crotch like shiny gold skin. She didn't have a camel toe, it was a mountainous bulge of pussy. She had to know he was staring at it.

The woman pointed and bent her knees, indicating he should sit in one of the chairs on the porch. He took the first two steps in one stride, paused facing her, then passed her on the right. The tight material was stretched over her flat stomach and he noticed the outline of a loop, like a bellybutton ring. He also took mental snapshots of her softball sized tits and their bullet tip nipples. The right one was either deformed or pierced with a rod. Ms. Pioneer wasn't an albino, but she hadri't been exposed to the sun for some time. Her pale complexion was pronounced by her jet black hair and matching eyebrows. The thick brows, dark eyeliner, black mascara and bright red lips reminded him of a goth chick at school.

When she turned her back to him, he gobbled up the view of her rear end. The shorts weren't too short, but the gold fabric was jammed in the crack of her ass. It wasn't a big ass, but it was too big for her waist. She wasn't pretty, but she was sexy as hell in an odd way.

When she said goodbye, he stood up and waited for her to turn towards him, then said, "Hi, Ms. Pioneer, I'm Evan."

She said, "Yes, you are, just as Tonya described you," then she extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." Her hand was small, but her grip was firm. It seemed weird shaking hands with her, and it lasted too long. Keep calm and make eye contact, he thought but dropped his eyes anyway. Nipple ring, belly button ring and the bulge at her groin were clear.

She said, "Just call me, Style,' and finally let his hand go. He followed her to the railing, where she braced herself and leaned forward. "Look at this mess."

He got his eyes off the gold spacesuit wedged between her cheeks and looked at the yard. "It's not that bad."

She lifted a foot until it touched her butt. "All the leaves and branches those storms blew down need to be cleaned up before the lawn can be cut. The back is worse. Honestly, nothing has been done since Fall."

"I can take care of all that for you."

The black lines of her eyebrows lifted. "You think you can handle It?"

"Yes, definitely," he said.

"Let's walk around, so you can see everything."

Don't stare, he warned himself, then watched her ass go down the steps. "Okay."

Fifteen minutes later, Evan knew Ms. Style was interviewing him and he wanted her to hire him. "I can do anything you need done," he said.

"I've talked to some other people, but I like you best, so far, and Tonya's opinion of you was very favorable."

Thank you, Miss Tonya, he thought. Now the hard part. 'So how much-

"Rather than pay by the hour, I'd give you three hundred dollars for the initial clean up, then one hundred a week for the pool and lawn. I may ask you to do some odd jobs here and there, but we'd negotiate those at the time. You think you can do odd things?"

Be cool, don't be too excited. "I'm no Bob the Builder, but I'm pretty handy," he said.

She surprised him by taking his hands in hers. "I'm sure you are,"