Jake dutifully follows behind Ms. Swan and she leads him to her front door. He had always thought she was a pretty woman, not so much older than he was. He couldn’t help but stare at her firm, bubble butt poking at the back of her khaki slacks. This lapse of attention caught up to him when Ms. Swan stopped at her front door and Jake continued forward, walking into her and bouncing off her ample rear. “Hey, no touching unless I say so” she quipped. Jake was about to turn red from embarrassment, but instead turned green when Ms. Swan opened her front door and a wave of humid scorching rubbish fumes washed over him. He fell to his knees and gagged as he looked up into her home. Just from this brief view, he could see mountains of dirty laundry, used hygiene products, and empty food containers. Ms. Swan was a complete slob. “Come on in, I insist” She purred, dragging Jake by the collar and slamming the door shut, sealing him in her lair. The stench from inside was a million times worse, forcing tears to pool in Jake’s eyes. “Now, we can get down to business” Ms. Swan said, briefly dipping around a corner before rummaging through what Jake could only assume was a mound of garbage. “The first thing you need to do is clean this place up.” She said, returning to view with a old-fashioned maid’s uniform in hand. “I want it spotless.” Jake was speechless, there’s no way she seriously expected him to clean this vile mess.
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