LAWN ORDER
STD
(Special Terrace Designers)
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In the landscape architecture system there's an elite group of gardeners that specialize in multilevel terrain. When a yard is situated on a hill, they call in the STD (Special Terrace Designers).
These are their stories.
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The Waterhouse Estate
56381 Lamplight Rd.
Grayson Heights, New York
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This was Frank's third week on the Waterhouse job, and he was about to wrap it up. Most of his crew had moved on to the next job and only Vic and Winston were there helping him take care of the final details.
They rarely seen their patrons on this job, but occasionally they would see people playing tennis or swimming in the pool. That afternoon Mrs. Waterhouse's son, Chadwick, called Frank to one side to tell him how pleased his mother was with her new gardens.
Chad was in his late twenties, average build, nice haircut and wore an expensive suit.
"Mother loves everything you guys have done, and its usually hard to please her, so you know when she likes something it must be great,” Chad said as he discreetly gave Frank a think envelope.
"Oh, your mother paid me already,” Frank told him.
"I know, but that's for you; a little something extra you don't have to claim on your taxes,” He said with a sly grin.
"Well thank you," Frank said as he peeked inside and saw the thick stack of brand new, crisp one hundred dollar bills. His eyes opened wide in shock. "Wow, are you sure? This is a lot of…”
Chad quickly cut in, "Yes, I'm positive, and you earned every penny, so I don't want to hear another word about it,” he said firmly.
"Well, thank you very much, and if there's ever anything you need, just call me,”
"As a matter of fact, there might be something you could do for me when you finish up. Do you mind?"
"Anything. Name it.”
"Ooooo, anything?" Chad said teasing Frank with an elbow in jest,”
"Almost anything then,” Frank corrected himself.
"Alright then, have your men cool off in the pool while you come see me in the guest house behind the tennis courts,” Chad told him while watching his abs tighten as Frank pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his brow.
"Sure. No problem,” Frank replied, sensing Chad was flirting and letting him have a good look at his belly--just to torment.
"Only one stipulation though, have them both shower off well before getting in the water, please,” Chad added.
"Oh, yeah, you got it. I'll see you in half an hour or so,” Frank said politely then walked back to where his crew was rounding up tools and sweeping the path.
When he saw that Chad had given him a thousand dollar bonus, he took out two hundreds and gave Victor and Winston each a hundred bucks then told them to take a shower in the pool house and have a swim until he got finished. They were all smiles as Frank headed down the path toward the tennis courts.
As he hurried along, Frank could see the roof of the guest cottage, and began to get curious as to what he would be doing once he got there, still wondering if he was reading Chad's body language right. He was certain his boss was looking at him in a seductive way, but he wasn't about to make the first move and find out he was wrong.
On the door was a note that read: "Frank; come on up and mix yourself a drink--be with you shortly. Chad W.”
Frank opened the door and climbed the stairs to the second floor. It was a huge room with open rafters. He made his way to the bar at the other end of the room and took a moment to see all the different liquors there was to choose from. He finally settled on a shot of Seagram's Seven and a Heineken to chase it with. After pouring himself a second shot he heard the bathroom door open at the other end of the loft.
He looked up as Chad came strolling out stark naked, drying his hair with a dark blue towel. That put to rest Frank's concerns about the flirting, and he smiled at his employer.
"You're welcome to clean up if you like. Make yourself at home,” Chad said walking toward the bar with his dick swaying back and forth beneath a well groomed patch of brown pubes.
"You look clean as a whistle,” Frank told him with a chuckle. "Can I fix you a drink while I'm back here?"
Chad tossed his towel over the back of a bar stool and slid his bare ass into the one next to it. "Sure, I'll take a screwdriver, thank you. You have a sexy smile, and you don't seem too surprised,”
"Oh, I am. But I must say, it's a pleasant surprise,” He replied as he put ice in a glass then reached for some vodka.
Just then there was a noise from the bathroom. Frank glanced up with a curious look on his face.
"That's Jared, he won't bite. Unless you like that sort of thing.”
Jared walked out into the loft wearing his towel around his waist and trying to tuck it in perfectly. He was tall with a muscular build, short brown hair and a line of dark fur from his navel down. He walked toward the bar, stood behind Chad and leaned down to nibble on his neck.
Frank watched in awe as Jared made a growling noise like a wild cat, uncertain what to say or do. Then he broke the ice by asking Jared if he wanted a drink too.
"Yes, thank you. And you must be Franky--Chad has done nothing but talk about your sexy ass for the last week,” Jared said bluntly, slightly embarrassing them both.
"Well, I think I'll jump into the shower and get cleaned up,” Frank suddenly called out, then took his beer and began walking that way. "Someone else play bartender until I get back.”
Half way across the room he heard Jared cooing, "Oh yeah, that really
is a nice ass,”
Frank blurted out, "You ain't seen nothing yet tiger--I'll be back in a minute.”
{to be continued}
executive producer
Dick Woof
cast
Jonathan Rhys Mayors as Frank
Sam Worthingten as Chadwick
Shia Labeuff as Winston
Paul Rubd as Victor
Dane Cock as Jared
I don't mind helping out, cause that's how I am--I was raised right.
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