Snow Job

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She wanted $25 for shoveling his driveway but he only had $20. She squeezed out the rest.

'Fuck,' Bob thought, looking out at his driveway upon which had fallen a foot of new snow the night before. 'I fucking hate this shit.'
As if by divine intervention, a figure trudged up his drive to his door, ringing the bell. He answered, and the figure bore a shovel in its hand. The face looked in, shrouded in hood and hat and body encased in bulky clothing. It was female, a pretty young face, probably teenaged.
"Shovel you out for $25, mister," she said politely.
"Sure, what the shit, why not, kid," he said. "You a student?"
"Yup, junior college down the road, I need the money," she said.
"No sweat, kid, get to it," he said.
HE watched as she shoveled, amazed at the ease the female cleared snow from his drive and walkway and almost wishing he was married with kids of his own to do this shit. Then he went about his business inside and forgot about her until she rang the bell an hour later.
"OK, 25 bucks, mister," she said, her hat off now, her very pretty and sweaty face exposed.
Bob looked over her shoulder and deemed it a good job, then reached into his wallet.
"Shit," he said. "Only got a 20 kid. That'll have to do."
"Uh, what's that?" she said, looking in the wallet he held in his hands.
"That's a 50," he said. "You probably can't change it."
"I got a 20," she said, fishing it out of her pocket.
"Yeah, that would give you 30, and we agreed on 25, kid," Bob said, shoving the 20 her way. "Sorry, you'll have to take 20."
"No fucking way, old man, I'll take 30," she snarled.
"Fuck you, kid, and I'm not old, and are you threatening me, punk?"
She smiled and rammed a thick thigh up into Bob's crotch as he stood in the door, crashing him back inside. She waltzed in and peeled off her big jacket as he flopped to the couch in agony.
"I know you live alone, so you can scream all you want, asshole," she sighed, taking off her flannel shirt to stand in a sports bra that revealed her amazingly muscular upper body. "And you will scream. Now gimme the 50 and MAYBE I'll give you 20 back."
"Fuck you," he moaned, standing up unsteadily to face her.
"OK, have it your way," she sighed.
A second later, she had Bob in a reverse headscissors, standing style, after ramming a knee to his nuts again and bending him over to force him to his knees and straddle his hanging head. Her heavy woolen pants scraped his ears as her thighs crushed him but that wasn't the worst of it, the worst was the incredible pressure her massively muscled legs were exerting on his head. He pulled at her pants and legs to no avail and tugged at her snow boots as she stood on crossed feet.
"LEGGO!" he screamed, almost blacking out from the intense crush of her teen legs.
" Pull up those pant legs, I wanna use my calves on you," she barked back at him, loosening her thighs for him to hear. "Pull up my pant legs NOW!"
He groaned and obeyed, hoisting up her pant legs to her knees, eyes wide with shock as he saw her creamy white and exceptionally muscular calves erupt into view above her low snow boots and gray socks. They were thick, fisted orbs of chiseled meat rolling under her smooth skin as she stood on tiptoes and loosened her thighs just enough to let Bob's neck slide down. She clenched tight when it reached mid-calf, the thick muscles knifing painfully into the sides of his neck. His hands cupped the huge pads of muscle and he pulled outward to yank them open, to no avail. The teen girl's calves were threatening to shear his head clean off his shoulders.
"You gonna give me that 50, mister?" she barked down at him.
"Yes, yes, PLEASE STOP!!!!" he screamed. "I'll give you the 50...you give me 20 back..."
"Don't think so," she sighed. "Changed my mind. You made me work extra hard collecting my money with my legs, so that means you cough up the whole 50! Got it?"
"FUCK YOU!" he screamed, angry at her extortionist ways.
She laughed – and squeezed so hard she knocked him out cold. When he awoke, he was face first in white panties. She'd peeled off her pants and sat on the couch, plastering his face to her crotch and her thighs to his ears. The massive mounds of muscular meat rippled smoothly against his face and the pain swelled in his face as she squeezed, calves locked on his back.
"Now, you gonna pay me my money or do my scissors take you out AGAIN?" she growled down into his face. "Don't mind the naked thighs, I just squeeze better this way!"
"Go to hell," he groaned against her crotch and for his reward felt the renewed throb of her adductors ripple painfully on his cheeks.
"OK, try again!" she hissed, relocking her scissors and going full out, stars swimming before his eyes. "I was gonna be nice, but since you're being a hard ass...."
Her thighs exploded against his skull, quads erupting into mounds of smooth, angry muscle. His hands pulled down on the ridged surface of her mammoth legs and it only served to make her squeeze harder. Her rock-hard adductors rippled painfully against the sides of his face and knifed into the sides of his neck. His eyes watered as he stared up at her pretty, determined face that smiled darkly down at him.
When he awoke, he felt for his wallet, trying to ignore the pounding in his skull. The 50 was gone – as was the 20 with it. She'd robbed him of $70 for a $25 shovel job. He staggered to the window and looked out to see her knocking on another neighbor's door. He toyed with the idea of going after her but the throbbing in his head and neck held him back.
Next storm, he shoveled himself out.

The End 

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