Sarah's Submission

Now halfway down the hall, Jenny switched topics, "Do you want to come over tonight to study for the history test?"

"I can't tonight," said Sarah. "It's Thursday and I have my babysitting gig on Thursdays." Sarah had a weekly babysitting job lined up every Thursday with Mr. Michaels.

Tony Michaels had a private equity company and had a beautiful house in the better part of town about 15 minutes from where Sarah lived. Being divorced, he had a three year old son that stayed with him from Wednesday to Saturday every week, but Mr. Michaels had a standing poker game every Thursday night with his buddies. He didn't stay out that late, usually getting home around 11:00pm. He never struck Sarah as a big drinker, but some nights he came home a little tipsy.

Sarah liked sitting for him because he was great tipper as well as being a nice guy. At 5'10" tall with very short dark hair, being lean and muscled from working out a lot to stay in good shape, and having piercing blue eyes, made him pretty easy to look at too. She guessed his age at 36 or 37 but didn't know for sure. Sarah had babysat for Billy for almost a year and loved him dearly. Such an inquisitive, funny child that stayed very well behaved most of the time made babysitting a breeze.

Usually Mr. Michaels had him fed by the time she got there around 6:30. She only had to play with him a little, give him a bath, get him ready for bed and read him a couple of bedtime stories. He would be sound asleep by 8:00 at the latest. That left Sarah alone for the rest of the night to do homework, watch TV, and play on her phone. $15 an hour with a generous tip made for easy money. She had a few other babysitting jobs from time to time, but Mr. Michaels paid the best and the most consistently. He always needed her on Thursday nights and occasionally a second night during the week.

Since her parents really didn't have any cash to give her, if she wanted gas, clothes, money to go out with friends, or whatever, babysitting proved to be her best option. And she had discovered several months prior that if she wore something skimpy and flirted with Mr. Michaels, the tip at the end of the night would be even better.

After her success with Mr. Sheahan during class, she decided to go to Mr. Michaels that night without a bra on to see just how far she could push the flirting. She bet herself that she could get the tip up to $30.

The rest of the school day passed slowly as Sarah continued to scheme about her upcoming babysitting job trying to pick what to wear to drive Mr. Michaels crazy. She had cheerleading practice after her last class and got home in time to have a quick dinner before getting ready. She decided on a white ribbed crop top that buttoned up the front. It had a deep V-neck on the top with a small v over her navel and bare midriff. Coupled with a pair of very tight leggings that hugged her peach shaped ass perfectly. She wore a thong so that the outline of it could clearly stand out down the back to her ass cleft and give her a little bit of a camel toe in front.

The crop top perfectly showed off her tits. They stood out like two perfect handfuls of flesh with her puffy areolas and nipples clearly visible. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail with a few strands of hair left out to frame her face. Finally some 4" heels to complete the outfit. She would put on some red lipstick after she got out of the house, but she threw a sweatshirt over the outfit so her parents wouldn't see the whorish outfit on her way out the door. Feeling ready, she said a quick goodbye and jumped in her car.

As she parked in front of his house, she actually felt nervous but excited. She liked to fantasize about Mr. Sheahan, but Mr. Michaels had always been a close second. After a Thursday night babysitting gig, he sometimes replaced Mr. Sheahan as her masturbatory focus before falling asleep. Imagining him sucking on her nipples and pulling her down on his rock hard erection while she straddled him always brought her to a quick orgasm.

She pulled off the sweatshirt, fixed her lipstick, gave the girls a quick tweak and headed to the front door. She clasped her hands behind her after ringing the bell, pulling her shoulders back a few inches and put on her best coquettish grin, ready for Mr. Michaels to open the door. She got exactly what she wanted. Mr. Michaels eyes definitely popped as he pulled open the door.

Several long seconds of silence as he took her in proceeded him finally saying, "My don't you look ravishing tonight." He continued to look her up and down before taking a small step back to let her in. She took long slow strides as she walked in and deliberately brushed closer to him than she needed to rather than walking around him.

"Thank you," she replied simply. As she passed, he could smell the sweet perfume she had put on to help with the seduction.

"I bet you have all of the guys chasing you at school," he mused.

She walked through the entry foyer toward the living room and replied, "Not as much as you would think, but I do pretty well." She had pulled her hands in front for her as she passed to make sure he would have an clear view of her ass as it swayed from side to side. She felt almost naked in front of him with all of her clothes so skintight but loved the reaction it elicited. She noticed his pause before he finally collected himself and closed the door and followed her through the house to the den.

"You're a senior, right? What am I going to do without you once you go to college next year?" he said in a joking manner.

She turned and leaned up against the expensive leather sectional couch, and replied, "Yep, a senior this year. My birthday is coming up next month. I'll finally be 18 and ready to be on my own. But I'll be going to school here in town and most likely have to live at home to make it more affordable. I'd really love to get my own place, but I just don't think it will happen," she explained. "So I'll still be able to babysit for you while I am going to college," she offered a little concerned. She hadn't even considered losing this job.

To her relief, he brightened and responded, "Oh great! That's a relief. Billy loves you and I would hate to lose you," he said, emphasizing the second half of the sentence.

"What does that mean?" she thought with a small raise of her eyebrows. But he had already turned to gather up Billy and give him a big hug and kiss.

"He's eaten and ready to play," he said as he put him down and watched Billy run at full speed over to Sarah and grab her leg. She grabbed him up and gave his neck a quick raspberry bringing cheerful laughs. "Should be the normal time. Wish me luck," he said as he started to walk out toward the back door.

"We'll be here waiting for you. Good luck," she called out as he left and closed the door.

Playtime, bath, books and bed for the child. And she fed Max, their big chocolate lab and let him out back. All like clockwork. She loved playing with Billy, and he went down to bed without serious incident. Once homework was out of the way, she looked at the clock and knew she still had an hour or so to kill. Max slept dead to the world at her feet. She scratched his ears and he perked up

for a minute, but then plopped back down.