THE NEW ACCOUNT.

Carley was ecstatic, a new big account was signed on and today was the first day they had to cut the lawn and trim. This account was too important to handoff to her idiot assistant. These people actually expected the lawn done and done right, and neatly. Of course they were willing to pay and these were the type people that would pay and pay on time. The best kind of customers to have.

Carley found the address and moved up a long circular driveway. A black BMW sat at the circle of the drive. Carley drove around the circle and parked. She got out and smelled. A distinctive odor, definitely Yankee greenbacks. Moolah. MONEY. It was so obvious that this place reeked of do re mi. This place wasn't a mansion by Hollywood standards but by local standards they were elite.

Carley dropped the back of the truck and rolled the mower off, gassed her up and pushed it out into the lawn. The was going to take some time. The lawn/yard was huge with a large in ground pool punctuating the backyard. Carley thought some pretty wild parties could be had here. The house had a walkway running all the way around the house. On summer homes this walkway would be wood but this stone and beautiful tile. Carley was dressed in her usual 90 degree let's go out and mow 10 lawns dress, a white sports bra and her many pocketed tan/khaki shorts, no panties and sneakers. As Carley tried to start the mower she heard a voice. “Hey butch!” Carley didn't realize the voice was directed towards her. “Hey you blonde dike.” Carley turned around slowly glaring at the owner of the voice. “Yeah you blondie or fake blondie, my husband isn't paying you, too much by the way, to sightsee for use in future robberies. So get the mower going finish up and get the hell out of here. Carley looked and saw who was speaking to her. She had brown hair, she was short and thick, BIG BREASTS, good size shoulders, big arms. She was dressed in a tan light robe covering up the fact she was wearing a bikini. A bikini that was stretched to its limits. “I said get moving, I plan on swimming a few laps and sunning myself and the last thing I want to hear all morning is your fucking mower. So get moving BLONDIE.” Carley was fuming. A nice account and shit as usual. She turned around and glared at the woman. “I said get moving, get the mower started or I'll come down there and give you a little nudge in that direction. Although honestly I would prefer not to get my hands dirty kicking the hell out of some bleach blonde musclehead dike.” Carley was mortified. She was actually at a loss of words, and all she could come up with was, “Hey shitead, dike huh, I give great head. My boyfriend loves it.” Kinda lame, no one had ever spoken to Carley this way and didn't need dental work afterwards. “Boyfriend huh I had you pegged as having some clingy fat dike girlfriend who makes your life a living hell. And if you had a boyfriend he's probably married.” What was this woman psychic? Carley was still stunned first by the women's nasty words and then her nail on the head look into her life. “So what's it going to be blondie, start the mower or I come down and give you the beating of your life?” Carley head was still swimming, fight or mow? Fight and I lose a great account. Granted if I fight, beat this fatso to a pulp and it'll make me feel a whole lot better, but the $ coming in each week for the account will ALSO make me feel a whole lot better. Carley did the unthinkable, turned around and started the mower. She started moving around the yard and she could swear she heard the woman yell out pussy, when she made a swing around by the pool. Carley was sweating bullets, the yard was gigantic. You couldn't even see most of it from the front or side. The grass bucket was close to full so she pushed over to her truck. She unloaded the bucket and saw the woman on the back patio. She had a glass of iced tea and a pitcher also. The woman motioned her over. Maybe a peace offering? As she approached the woman, about 20 yards away the woman dumped the glass and the pitcher out on the patio. “Lick the patio if you want. You've probably licked worse.” And then she jumped into the shallow end of the pool. That was it, she was dead. No amount of $ was worth this abuse. Carley charged the edge of the pool. “Can't swim bitch?” “No I just don't want to get my stuff, wallet and such wet.” “Well then we'll do this nude.” The woman reached behind her and undid her bra, allowing her juggs to pour out. And then she dropped her panties and stood across from Carley in the shallow end, hands on hips. “Come and get it cunt and this will be the last day you'll come here and the last time you'll ever want to see me.” Carley stripped off her sports bra ,dropped her shorts and kicked off her sneakers. She jumped in, the water was beautiful, unfortunately the woman

met her as she popped out of the water. The woman punched her in the stomach multiple times. Although she punched like a girl anytime you get punched 7 or 8 times you might be in trouble. Carley lost all her wind. Then the woman stepped to the side and dunked Carley again multiple times. The last time Carley actually thought the bitch might drown her. Finally Carley was dragged out and placed gasping for air on the steps leading into the pool. The woman stood above and stomped her in the belly. The woman laughed hysterically. “Big cunt I thought you might give some competition. They are always willing to jump into the pool. Half of them could take me if they challenged me on the grass, but that half second they aren't expecting. Well here you are.” The woman mounted Carley sitting on her stomach. “I guess you've noticed I've got big tits. I like to smother women out with them. You're next. I'll drag you're carcass to your truck , drive it out to the street and leave you naked in the front seat. The woman grabbed Carley's head and brought it in deep between the huge mounds. Carley knew she had only moments as she was already winded from the punching and stomp. She knew what she had to do. Her snaked through the rolls of the woman's stomach and found her bush. No time for being nice. She grabbed the woman's pussy, she shrieked and rolled away. Carley rolled with her attacking her womanhood. Carley also for good measure slammed the woman's head on the stairs twice. Carley thought anymore and you could kill someone and she wanted this bitch alive. Carley used both hands and tore the woman's pussy apart. She started rolling to her side and crawling up the stairs. OK taking a cue from John Carley stuck her thumb up the woman's ass. Again the bitch shrieked. With one hand Carley was absolutely tearing up and humiliating this woman. Finally Carley stopped. The woman was crying and moaning. “Thank you, no more.” “No more! You cunt.” “ Let's go out on the grass, at least I have a 50/50 chance of beating you up out there.” She said with a laugh. “What's you're name?” “Melissa and I'll give you anything, just no more.” Carley pulled out dripping wet onto the grass. They were both nude. “Let's fight.” Carley grabbed the woman by the hair and flung her out. She picked her up by her tits and woman howled. She continued the breast torture. Cut the grass, shit, she was doing something she enjoyed. She made Melissa kneel and Carley knelt in front of her. She punched, pinched, slapped, and bit her breasts. Carley finally stood up. “Melissa, do you want this massacre to end?” “Oh yesss, please I can't take it anymore.” “Then go in and fill up the iced tea pitcher and bring another glass. If you do anything other than that I'll hunt you down and beat you bloody. Oh and crawl in and out.” Melissa did not need anymore encouragement. She crawled across the rough patio, up the stairs and into the house. 10 minutes later she reappeared with a pitcher and a glass filled with ice. She was walking on her knees. She reached Carley and poured her a glass of tea. Carley had taken up residence in huge chaise lounge. The tea tasted wonderful. “Why did you pick the fight? Especially with someone you've never seen and built like me?” “Hey it's boring here. Great life yeah, for about the first day or so. How much shopping and eating lunch with stuck up bitches can one person take. I'm from Verona. I've had my share of fights. That was a good one. I almost had you.” “Yeah if you don't mind cheating and attacking me before my head was out of the water.” “Screw you, I like to fight and the way I'm built I don't get a chance to find a lot of opponents. You were big and I tried to goad you into fighting me. I thought you almost weren't going to take the bait.” “You crazy bitch I thought you were going to drown me.” “Nah I would just have dragged you over here and we would have had some fun.” “OK funster lay between my legs.” Melissa lay between Carley's legs and diddled her pussy. Carley reached down and kissed Melissa full on the mouth. Crazy 15 minutes they were ready to kill each other and now… Melissa stood and dropped the back of the chaise. “Top or bottom?” “Hey I won the fight, my choice. Top.” Carley stood and Melissa laid on the chaise, Carley knelt next to Melissa and stroked her breasts and again kissed her full. After a few minutes Carley assumed her position in the 69 position on top of Melissa. Melissa had dried and she was soft , sweet tasting, and was very experienced. “Hey fuck the lawn, I give you double for the lawn but you come over and we'll fight once a week. If you win I”LL do the lawn and you can sun yourself, but if I win, you do the lawn, and then you're my bitch for the afternoon. “ “ OK one more thing if I win you do the lawn, I'll sun myself and then you're my bitch for the afternoon.” They both laughed, being each other's bitch wasn't a problem.