The Babysitter    (Combicon & Connor)
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				Title: <strong>The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 14:52:55</strong>
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				Patrick and his wife had been talking about taking a night off to go out for a movie and a late dinner afterwards.&nbsp; He ran a hand through his brick red hair, and his emerald green eyes flicked to the kitchen clock.&nbsp; "Maybe we can still get a babysitter for tonight," he said to his wife, "I'm calling that cute young girl whose family moved into the Henson's house.&nbsp; I know that they kept the same phone number.&nbsp; They have kids too, and that teenage daughter that sits for the Brewers."<br><br>He had seen the teenage daughter in question, and thought she was really attractive.&nbsp; Not that her looks and figure were any reason to hire her, but she happened to live just a few blocks away, so he could easily drive her home, when Patrick and his wife were finished with their night out.<br><br>Patrick heard the call go through, and he nodded toward his wife, indicating that the girl's mother said her daughter could babysit that evening.&nbsp; After hanging up he said, "We're all set.&nbsp; I forget her name, but the daughter will sit for us.&nbsp; Let's dress for dinner.&nbsp; The girl will be here soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 15:29:27</strong>
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				Jen happened to be the only one home at the time when Patrick phoned; she had put on a very good impersonation of her mother&nbsp; - and it had taken her a minute or two to realise who it was who she was speaking to; she had only met him once or twice, and his voice sounded somewhat familliar. Jens parents happened to be out themselves - they had decided to travel to their grandparents house, and Jen had opted to stay behind, giving her the house to herself for the duration. <br><br>Jen accepted the quite short-notice babysitting job; figuring that she had nothing else to do, and it might give her some extra money. She had just been lounging around all day in a dressinggown, so she felt as if she could get out and do something. When the call had finished, Jen dashed upstairs to her room. Removing the gown, she slipped into some underwear, before grabbing a very slightly sheer top - one that you could just make out the colour of her skin under it - and revealed very little cleavage, before pulling on a blue jean skirt; ending just above her knees.Picking up a handbag, she chucked some keys inside it, as well as some extra cash she had laying around - just incase. Looking around her room, checking to see if she had forgotten anything; before glancing at herself in the mirror and fixing her hair. Running back downstairs, she slipped on a pair of shoes, before leaving the house. <br><br>Jen stood at around five foot six inches tall - she hadn't measured herself in awhile, so it could have been an inch or two either way. Her hair was a dark brown; the tips of which she had died blond; the fringe just managed to brush against her pale green eyes. Her skin was a nice hazel colour; only darker than usual as they had come back from a vacation recently. Jen kept herself in quite good shape; running almost every morning, not trying to keep herself in shape - she just liked to run.<br><br>It didn't take her too long to reach the house she was babysitting at - and she had walked from her house to his. Knocking on the door, she waited for someone to answer the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 16:08:44</strong>
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				Patrick opened the door, and was quite pleasantly surprised to see the dark haired girl, as he looked down at her from his lofty 6' height, and his runner's build.&nbsp; He noted the sheer top and the denim skirt, his eyes taking in her slender form.&nbsp; He looked back into her eyes and said "Hello, you must be Jen.&nbsp; I had a nice chat with your mother, and she said you could sit for us.&nbsp; Come in please, and make yourself at home.&nbsp; My wife is still dressing, but there's sodas in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer, and if you want a pizza, just order what you like best.&nbsp; We have an account with Francesca's, so just put it in my name and have it delivered here."&nbsp; <br><br>He gave her five dollars and said "Here, you can tip the pizza delivery if you order out, otherwise just keep it yourself," he said, giving her the bill and then holding her hand for just a moment.&nbsp; Giving her a quick tour of the house, he showed her around, and told her that they would be out late.<br><br>Just then his wife hurried down the starts and said "Hello" to Jen, then scooped up her purse off the hall table and said "Nice to meet you, but we're running a bit late on a reservation.&nbsp; Patrick will settle up with you when we get back."<br><br>Then they hurried out, Patrick casting a glance back over his shoulder and saw Jen still there at the door.&nbsp; Then he gave her a wink, and they left for dinner.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:00:02</strong>
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				Jen walked in when she was allowed, looking around as she did so; examining the new surroundings that she found herself in. The house smelled a little weird; not bad, just different. As she was spoken to, she felt a little overwhelmed, but managed to take it all in, only because she guessed they were in a rush to get out. Taking the money, she raised an eyebrow; not being able to tell if he was serious about her keeping it, but before she had any chance to either thank, or not accept the money she was taken on a tour.<br><br>She watched the couple leave; now feeling as if the house was empty now there was no commotion. Waving them off, she closed the door and began to look for the child she was supposed to be looking after; figuring she might as well do the job right - a little unsure of just how much money was going to be given, but the couple looked as if they were well off.<br><em>Must have been ages since they've had a day off</em> she thought to herself, before shaking her head and continuing her search for the child; who had since moved out of the room she had seen him in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:16:57</strong>
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				Patrick and his wife drove to the restaurant, and after the movie, then had a late dinner with a few drinks.&nbsp; The movie had been a chick flick romance, and dinner had been nice.&nbsp; They chatted on the way homes, but he was distracted by thoughts of the young babysitter, an attractive girl.<br><br>As they pulled into the driveway he saw that his wife was almost asleep, probably from being out so late and the drinks with dinner later on.&nbsp; He used his key to open the door, and steered his wife upstairs, and helped her strip off her clothes and fall onto the bed.&nbsp; He pulled her covers up and went downstairs to drive the babysitter home.<br><br>He asked "How much do I owe you, Jen?" as he pulled out his wallet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:22:31</strong>
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				She had said hi to the couple when they returned; long after she had put their child to bed, and since then she hadn't been doing much - calling a few friends, watching some television, and ordering a pizza. Turning off the television when she came in, she got up off the seat, wiping the grease from her hands onto the napkin that had come with the pizza.<br><br>"Oh, erm...I don't know" she said, a little hesitantly; they had been out for at least four hours, "How about thirty?" she suggested, a little unsure of what else to say; she had just pulled a random number from her head. "How was the dinner?" she asked; figuring that she might as well find out - his wife seemed a little drunk when they returned; but she could have been imagining it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:30:49</strong>
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				His eyes scanned the slim girl's figure as he fumbled with his wallet, then finally he pulled the bills from his wallet and said "There you go, Jen, thirty dollars, and here's another five.&nbsp; Thanks for sitting for us."<br><br>Having had a few drinks himself, he was a bit drunk, and he said, speaking quietly, "I'll give you another twenty if you'll flash your panties for me," holding the bill out toward her.&nbsp; He said "This will be just between us, alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:46:34</strong>
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				She took the money gratefully before blinking a few times at his second request - assuming that she had heard him wrong. "Um...what did you say?" she asked; and after he repeated it, her cheeks turned pink as she looked at the door that lead to the stairs - where his wife was sleeping. "Don't you...y'know...have a wife for that sort of thing?" she asked; her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. After a few moments of silence, he gulped before nodding, "Fine...but outside; it can be in the car if you want; I don't want to be caught by your wife" she replied - knowing that if his wife found out; then her mother would find out, which would lead to a lot of problems for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:55:41</strong>
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				Patrick was getting nervous now, and realized that he had drunk more wine than he thought.&nbsp; What the fuck had he been thinking! Duh, he knew exactly what he was thinking, but he had been thinking with his little head.&nbsp; He hadn't really heard what she was talking about but then he heard her say "Outside in the car, and his dick jumped in his pants."<br><br>He started the car and they go in. The garage lights were off, so they wouldn't be seen. He held out the $20 to her and said, licking his lips, "Show me your panties, Jen."&nbsp; All thoughts of his wife were gone, there was only him and the girl!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 10:47:18</strong>
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				Climbing in the car with him; she had begun to regret her decision; back in the house there was more chance for an escape; if it did turn to that - not that she actually thought of him as a possible rapist; but what he was asking of her still made her a little bit wary. Glancing around out the windows one more time, her hands moved to the bottom of her skirt once more. Her fingers grasped the hem and slowly started to pull up - revealing more of her legs as she did so. Eventually the black thong she had been wearing came into view from under her skirt; and she continued to pull the skirt up. She held herself off the seat, so that the whole skirt would move up; rather than just the front; and stopped pulling when the material was bunched up around her waist. <br>When she had finished, she could feel her cheeks burning; knowing all too well where Patrick was looking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 14:20:13</strong>
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				He thought for a minute that she had regretted the offer, but then he saw the slow lift of the hem of her skirt as she inched it up her thighs, watching every bit of advance, and then she lifted her taut butt cheeks and slid the entire skirt up and around her waist.&nbsp; They air hissed softly from him as he saw her thighs, and the triangle where the black thong covered the mystery that laid below the skimpy piece of fabric.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes never wavered from the girl's pantie covered sex.&nbsp; Then he darted a look up at her and said "Oh migod you're a beautiful and sexy girl, Jen.&nbsp; I'll give you $20 more if you'll show me your bra.&nbsp; Just that, but please let me see it, and I'll drive you straight home."&nbsp; The alcohol was affecting him, but he knew exactly what he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 14:44:32</strong>
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				Sitting down back on the chair without pushing her skirt down, she looked out of the window - as if trying to distract herself; and pretend that this wasn't happening; or at least that she wasn't letting it happen for money. Looking around as he spoke again, she smiled at his compliment; but wondered if it was just the alcohol, or her choice of underwear that had made him say that. <br><br>Sighing at his next request, she gave another glance around. Panties were fine; nobody else would be able to see them unless they were actually looking into the car and at her crotch - but her bra was a lot more noticeable. "Not for $20" she said, shaking her head, "I'd do it for $30 though; but we have to be driving as I do it, alright?" she asked; wondering if he was sober enough to drunk.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 14:57:49</strong>
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				Patrick winced as Jen said she wouldn't show him her bra for $20, but then he heard the rest of her statement, saying she would do it for $30, and his spirits soared.&nbsp; Then she added that it would have to be done while driving the car, and he said "I'm not drunk, but I have had a few drinks.&nbsp; I'll drive slowly, but you'll have to turn toward me and I'll glance at you when I can.&nbsp; He handed her the money and said "Alright, let's get you home, but slowly."&nbsp; He pulled out onto the road and said "Alright Jen, show me, sweetheart!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 16:13:50</strong>
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				"Alright" she said; still a little unsure if she should as she watched the scenery go by - thankfully there didn't seem to be too many people out; so she didn't think that any people would be looking into the car. Turning towards him, her fingers fumbled with the bottom of her shirt, as if she was hoping that she could waste enough time so that they would reach her house before she had lifted it, but even she knew her attempts were futile. "Just between us, alright?" she said quietly before taking a deep breath.<br>Her fingers wrapped around the bottom of her shirt as she began to pull up; slower than she pulled her skirt, eventually revealing the bra that he had asked to see; a black lace one with a floral design was around both cups. She pulled the shirt high enough so that it wouldn't fall over her breasts and cover her up again. <br><br>If she was red before, that was nothing to how she was now; looking forward, but possitioned towards him, she watched the other cars pass on the road; none of the passangers looking at them thankfully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 16:31:48</strong>
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				He drove carefully, the last thing he needed would be to get pulled over by a cop.&nbsp; His glances at her lacy black bra were worth the $30, as she slowly lifted her shirt high enough to display the lace covered pattern on the bra cups.<br><br>Finally her breasts, encased in the lacy bra, was open to him entirely.&nbsp; His repeated glances at her only made the bulge in his pants grow larger.&nbsp; He longed to reach out and touch the lacy cups, but didn't want to frighten the girl, as he hoped to have little meeting like this in the future.<br><br>As they approached her house he said "Oh yes!&nbsp; This will be our little secret.&nbsp; You better tuck everything in before we get there."&nbsp; "Oh, one more thing," he said, "My wife said we're going out again on Thursday.&nbsp; Umm, maybe you could wear your school uniform that day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 17:41:07</strong>
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				Taking the money from him, she stuffed it into her handbag; she hadn't actually realised they were so close to her house - he had taken a route she wasn't used to. She quickly pulled her shirt down over her chest once more; glad at the warmth, and feeling of protection that her shirt gave her. Her hands then shot to her skirt; and she moved herself off the seat a little once more; pulling the skirt over her thong; completly covering her; her face still quite red. Less so than before, but still an obvious red.<br><br>"Hm, oh...yeah, alright" she agreed when he pulled up outside her house. Getting out of the car, she turned to him and smiled softly, "Y'know, I actually had fun today, so, I'd be happy to babysit for you again" she nodded, closing the door, "next time; dont drink so much though" she commented "or I wont know what you're being serious about" she finished, "so, I'll see you Thursday, right?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 17:51:15</strong>
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				He watched her as she got her clothing on, sneaking peaks as she pulled her garments together.&nbsp; He saw that her face still blushed, and it had spread across her chest also.<br><br>He nodded in agreements and said, "I'm really glad you had fun today, Jen.&nbsp; You're really a hottie, and I hope we can have even more fun."&nbsp; "Okay, you have a good point, Sweetheart, I'll keep my drinking to a minimum.&nbsp; I think I'll enjoy whatever we do more, if I don't drink much.&nbsp; I want to appreciate that sweet little body of yours.&nbsp; What I've seen so far is amazing!&nbsp; Alrighht, I'll see you Thursday, and maybe you could stay a little later."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 01:18:02</strong>
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				It was impossible for her cheeks to go a deeper red than they already were - and even in the cool night air she could feel the blush burning on her skin. "Well, we'll have to see what your wife says about me staying over" she said, "unless you plan on getting her drunk every time I come over that is" she raised an eyebrow curiously, "Anyway, I should be getting home" she nodded, turning away from the car before making her way to the house; fishing for her keys in her handbag and entering the house a few minutes later; glancing out the door as it closed - seeing if he was still there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 01:52:26</strong>
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				Patrick laughed and said, "Maybe it would be easier if you did stay over!&nbsp; I like the way you think."&nbsp; It was a good idea, and he wished he had thought of it before, but he was still a little buzzed from the wine.&nbsp; He could always slip a sleeping pill into his wife's drink whenever Jen was staying overnight if he and his wife were out late.<br><br>He watched her walk to the door, making sure she got into the house safely.&nbsp; As soon as the door closed he backed out of the drive and drove home.&nbsp; He was sooo looking forward to Thursday!<br><br>As Thursday came around Patrick asked his wife if she had called to make sure Jen would be over, and he said she should remind the girl they'd be out late and Jen was going to sleep over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:46:39</strong>
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				It was around the same time that Patrick had phoned a few days previously, that his wife did today; reminding Jen that she said she would come over and babysit once more. It hadn't slipped her mind. Perhaps because it was because she got somewhat excited about thought of what he asked her to do on the previous occasion that they had seen each other - or perhaps it was the thought of how much money he was willing to pay just to look at her in her underwear. She did feel somewhat dirty after doing it; before she considered just how much money she had been given for only showing him her underwear; what did she care if his wife wasn't putting out?<br><br>"Yeah, don't worry, I'll be there; I'll leave now." she said to his wife; who, at the moment, sounded quite sober. "Okay, bye" she finished; before hanging up the phone. She had already dressed herself; in exactly what Patrick had asked her to - a little unsure why she was willing to go along with his game - but she did as asked. Straightening her school skirt she wore, she made her way out of the house, and up to the house she would be staying over at - carrying a slightly larger bag, along with a few extra clothes. Knocking on the door when she arrived, she waited once more for the door to be answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Babysitter    (Combicon &amp; Connor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fallen Angel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 16:03:50</strong>
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				Patrick heard the doorbell and hollered upstairs, "The babysitter is here.&nbsp; Don't hurry, I'll show her to the guest bedroom."&nbsp; He opened the door and there she was, in her white blouse and school skirt, just as he had asked.&nbsp; He said "Hi, Jen.&nbsp; I love your flirty little school skirt."&nbsp; He led her to the guest room and showed her where she could put her bag.<br><br>They heard his wife come downstairs and said "We're all set then.&nbsp; You know where everything is by now," and they hurried off to another late dinner. During dinner he had made sure his wife had enough wine, but to make sure, he had put a couple of powdered sleeping pills in her last two drinks.<br><br>When they got home he smiled and winked at Jen as he got his wife up and into bed. When he went down to Jen's room he closed the door and said, "We have time now.&nbsp; First, I would love it if you would do a sexy strip tease for me.&nbsp; I already saw your underwear, but I really want to watch you strip.&nbsp; You know I'll pay you!"&nbsp; 
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