Neighbors Ch. 12

Sarah lifted the lid off the first box and quickly checked the contents. Her underwear was on top - this box had some of her lacy panties and pretty bras on display.

She carefully picked up a bra and I had painstakingly folded.

"Looks like you did a good job. Did you hang it to dry like I asked?"

"Yes, Sarah" I said, adding "I also hand washed them - I didn't want to risk them tearing in the machine."

She smiled and patted my cheek. I tried not to blush.

"That's a good laundry bitch." She grinned at me.

"Bras and panties go in these drawers."

She quickly showed me where everything went in her dresser before sitting back on her bed and crossing her legs.

"Go ahead and put it all away for me."

She sat and watched as I made several trips from my car to her room, and corrected me several times on how she wanted each drawer organized. I tried to ignore the swelling in my cock as I handled her panties and bras under her careful scrutiny.

"After this week, I expect you to know where to put everything and how I want it organized. Understood?"

I nodded.

"Yes, Sarah."

I made several more trips with her hanging clothes. She looked carefully at the wooden hangers I had purchased and nodded her approval. She also inspected each hanging item carefully before having me hang it in her closet. I became nervous - I had rushed through the ironing as I tried to finish in time to get at least two hours of sleep.

Sure enough, Sarah frowned when she inspected one of her dresses - a pretty green a-line with white trim. I cringed internally when I saw there were some wrinkles near the bottom hem - obviously a spot I had missed in my rush to finish and sleep.

She looked at me with an arched eyebrow. Despite the fact that she was nearly naked in her sparse running gear and I was fully clothed, I felt exposed before her stern glare.

"I...I'm sorry Sarah" I stammered, searching for an excuse. "I was up late trying to finish and..."

She shook her head.

"This won't do, Chris. This is shoddy work."

She sighed and sat back down on her bed, crossing her legs at the ankles in front of her.

"You realize I'm going to have to fine you for this, right?"

I groaned and looked at my feet.

"Yes Sarah."

She considered for a second, then pointed at the floor at her running shoes.

"Drop and give me twenty, then you can get my ironing board and do the job properly."

Twenty pushups didn't sound like a lot, but my muscles had been worked hard all week. I dropped to the floor at her feet and got ready, hoping I would be able to grit my way through them.

Sarah casually lifted her legs and placed her feet on the small of my back. Surprised, I looked up at her from the floor. She was grinning down at me from her seated position on her bed. Her long legs were pinning me to the floor. I remembered my position with Amber last night as I rubbed her feet. This time I was even below Sarah's shoes as they pushed firmly down on me.

"Come on Chris. Up you go. Twenty good ones."

I groaned as I struggled to push myself off the floor. She was definitely pushing down and it felt like her whole weight was on my back.

"That's it - that's one! Only nineteen more!" She was giggling as she wiggled her feet, digging into my back with the soles of her shoes.

Gritting my teeth I pushed up again. And again. After managing only ten I collapsed on the floor.

"Aw...all tired out? You can do the other ten first thing Monday morning before we start your workout."

She bounced off the bed and pulled an ironing board and iron out of a hall closet.

"Now do this properly or I'll really be upset."

As I ironed, she pulled out her phone.

"Let's see. You're paying me one hundred dollars for the privilege of doing my laundry, right?"

I nodded, feeling weak and aroused suddenly.

"Yes Sarah."

I heard her type on her phone.

"And how much do you think you should pay for each mistake?"

I considered for a second.

"Um...ten dollars?" Seeing the sudden frown on her face I reconsidered.

"Uh...sorry...twenty?"

She shook her head quickly.

"Stop, Chris. Just stop what you're doing."

Confused, I put the iron down.

She sighed deeply.

"Look, Chris. I thought you were serious about doing your best. Do you think I'm the kind of woman who would walk around in a wrinkled dress? Do I look like someone who doesn't care about her appearance?"

I looked down at her fit, lean but muscular body and shook my head.

"No Sarah, of course not...you're gorgeous. Of course your clothes should be as perfect as you."

She nodded.

"That's right. And if you had to pay...what, ten dollars?" she scoffed "What is your incentive to do your job properly? I'd be walking around looking like trash."

I saw her point.

"Yes, Sarah, I see. I'm sorry. You're right of course. If I fail to do your laundry correctly you should definitely fine me much more than ten dollars. That was a stupid thing to say."

She nodded again.

"So, what do you think is an amount that would ensure you do your best work, Chris?"

She leaned towards me and ran her hand up my arm.

I tried to suppress a shiver as she continued.

"Impress me. Be creative." Her green eyes sparkled.

She was standing so near me now. I caught the faint whiff of coconut - probably her shampoo. I could see her jog bra stretch and shift the tiniest bit across her small breasts with each breath she took. I swallowed. I was having trouble thinking as I felt blood rush to my trapped penis.

"Um...you're right...of course I can do better..." I stammered, trying to find time for my confused brain to think of something that would appease Sarah but still not drain my bank account."

"I know you can." She said softly, nodding slowly as she stared into my eyes. Her hand was still on my arm, and she started lightly running it up and down my bicep.

"You're going to do such a good job for me from now on. I just know it. Prove it to me."

"Two hundred dollars!" I blurted out, then immediately winced.

I thought I saw her eyes widen slightly in shock. If she was surprised she covered it well.

"Let's see...two hundred dollars..." She appeared to be considering it.

I groaned out loud. For some reason I was unable to fathom my penis was raging against the small cage, and the points were digging in relentlessly. Unable to help it, I reached down and tried to readjust myself, hoping for some relief from the discomfort. Sarah looked down and smirked.

"I think that will work for me. To be clear, that's two hundred dollars per mistake, right Chris?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Yes, I think that will work just fine" She smiled and released my arm and pulled out her phone.

"I think you're really going to work your hardest for me. But I'll be checking your work oh so closely, Chris."

I shivered at the sincerity in her voice.

A second later I heard my phone ding as I got a Venmo request.

It was almost eight thirty before I got back to my house. Luckily I was able to bring the gift boxes back with me so I could save a little money next time I did laundry for Sarah. I ruefully shook my head as I brought them into my house. The boxes were really small potatoes compared to the three hundred dollars it had cost me to do her laundry this time including the two hundred dollar fee for failing to iron her dress properly. I resolved to give myself more time to fold and iron and triple check her clothes before I brought them to her next time. I had just given her a huge incentive to find any tiny issue with my work. I was confident that both she and Amber would be receiving the best laundry service in the world. As they both deserved, I thought.

I was already thirty minutes late to start my work for Amber. Luckily I remembered she said she was planning on sleeping in today so I hoped she wouldn't notice. I put on some outdoor work clothes and started on my chores for the day.

Mowing the lawn was out for now because I didn't want to risk waking her up, so I filled up a bucket with soapy water and started cleaning her porch.

Time flew by as I completed several outdoor tasks. Around eleven Amber stepped out onto her back porch with a cup of coffee. I was on my hands and knees below the railing, pulling out some weeds that had found their way through the pine straw. I looked up as she stood above me. She was wearing a miniskirt and a crop top t shirt and was admiring the look of her recently trimmed bushes. From my view several feet below her I could see up her short skirt, and I let out a low moan as I saw the pink lace of her bra under her cropped shirt. I caught a flash of matching pink panties before she demurely crossed her legs, finally looking down at me. She smiled over her cup of coffee.

"Looks good back here, bank. Are you doing a good job for me?"

"Yes, miss" I said, entranced by my view of her legs.

Her grin widened. I noticed that her hair and makeup were done - her brown hair hung in waves around her beautiful face. I wondered how long she had been awake before she bothered to let me know.

"Looks like we both have fun plans for the day" she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "I called the lingerie boutique we shopped at the other day - you remember, don't you bank?"

I nodded. Of course I remembered. She had picked out several hundred dollars worth of lingerie and of course I had paid for it.

"Well, I called them this morning and guess what? Claire is working there." She smirked down at me.

I frowned, puzzled. Then I remembered what Claire had said as we were leaving. Oh god. I started to feel lightheaded as I realized what was coming.

Amber laughed as she saw realization dawn on me.

"That's right...Claire sort of guessed what was going on, and said she often conveniently forgets to check ID when she runs credit cards, so...guess what?"

I groaned.

"That's right" Amber chuckled. "Sarah's on her way over, and we're going to go shopping. She's going out tonight and has been complaining she has absolutely nothing sexy to wear, so we're going to fix that. I'll probably get a few more things for myself, of course. So I'll be needing your credit card."

I took a deep breath. My cock was trying to surge against the steel of the tube, and of course the points were doing their job, making me uncomfortable.

Amber held out her hand.

"Hurry up, bank. I don't have all day."

I got to my feet and hurried up the porch steps, pulling my wallet out of my pocket. I wiggled my credit card out of the sleeve and hesitated for just a second before placing it in Amber's outstretched palm.

She rewarded me with a smile and patted me on the cheek.

"Good job, little bank. I assume this has a nice high credit limit? I mean, it wouldn't do to embarrass me by having this card decline."

I suddenly had the image of her maxing out my credit card and groaned as the points dug in even harder.

"Yes miss...there's hardly anything on there and it has a high credit limit."

She nodded.

"Ok. Remember I'll be taking your BMW."

I nodded. She wasn't asking.

"Yes miss. It's clean and ready for you."

She nodded.

"Good bank. Go ahead and pull it into my driveway."

Dismissed, I hurried back to my house. I opened my garage door and admired the gleaming sexy shape of the two door coupe. Climbing behind the wheel I ran my hand over the freshly polished dashboard before carefully backing it out of my driveway and parking it next to Amber's older Camry. She was standing on the front porch, still with her cup of coffee in her hand. As I climbed out of the BMW she tossed me a set of keys.

"Put my car back in your garage."

I did as she asked, noting that her car was still clean from my efforts a few days ago.

As I closed the garage door, I saw Sarah pull up in her small SUV, parking in front of Amber's house as usual.

It was almost jarring to see her in street clothes after working out with her every morning for a week. She wore a short dress and a tight fitting white shirt with spaghetti straps that showed off her trim body. She whistled when she saw the sleek sports car in Amber's driveway.

"What's this?" She asked Amber.

Amber smiled broadly.

"Our ride for the day."

Sarah's mouth dropped open.

"What...are you serious?"

Amber nodded and turned to me as I walked over to the ladies.

"Keys, bank."

I flushed with embarrassment as Sarah watched me take the keys out of my pocket and hand them to Amber."

"Holy fucking shit..." Sarah said. "I don't believe it!" She gave a little scream of excitement and ran to the BMW, leaning over the hood as if she was giving it a big hug. Her short dress pulled up revealing the backs of her muscular thighs.

Amber laughed as she joined her friend at my car, giving it an admiring look.

"Looks like you did an adequate job getting it ready for us."

She opened the driver side door and slid in, running her hand along the top of the steering wheel.

Sarah ran around the hood of the car and hopped in the passenger side with an excited giggle as Amber rolled down her window.

"Finish your outdoor chores while we're gone!" Amber directed, leaning out of the window.

I nodded, standing awkwardly as the girls were about to take off with my most prized possession.

"This is amazing!" Sarah shouted.

Amber laughed.

"Just wait - it gets better."

Sarah looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Slowly, Amber reached down into her bra, watching me. She pulled out my credit card.

Sarah gave another scream and clapped her hands.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Smiling, Amber started the engine with a roar and backed out of her driveway.

She peeled out on the street, accompanied by Sarah's screams and the sudden blast of loud dance music pumping from the expensive stereo.