"...watch the kids tonight."
What? "What?" you ask.
She leans forward, her cleavage descending in front of you. It takes everything you've got to not jump in. "Well," she says, "I'm just so busy tonight, and I completely forgot to call a sitter ahead of time." Her chest settled on the table, billowing out just inches before you. "Soo... I was hoping you could take care of them for me."
"Uh huh," you mutter, eyes locked down the cavernous abyss of flesh. "Wait, wait." This wasn't how you wanted to send the day; as fun as sitting the kids could be, it was still work! "Can't you find someone else to do it?"
Roxy's face comes close to you, her plump lips dropping into a pout. "Well, I tried, since I know how hard this is for you." At this, she rolled a finger down the side of your head, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. "But the few other sitters who'll do it are already busy."
She stands back to full height, her taut midriff coming up to your eye level. "Would you be a darling? Plus," Roxanne said, her voice somehow becoming even more sultry, "I'll be sure to reward you."
You swallow, hard. "I, uh, I mean... Yes! I mean yes, yes I'll sit the kids." Jesus, you think, she's got me wrapped around her pinky. Metaphorically, though that would be pretty sexy...
"Great!" she says, and looking up you realize she's already half way into a form fitting black dress. "I'll be home by 10. You know the drill."
"Wait, you're leaving right now?"
"Yup!" She was slipping some heels on, leaning against your table for support. "Go ahead and order out for dinner, or there are leftovers in the fridge. Oh, and don't let Stacy watch any TV until her homework's done."
She was at the bedroom door before you could form a reply. "You're a darling~!" With a blown kiss, she was gone. "Kids!" Her voice rang out through the house. "Tina's here to watch you while I'm gone! Behave or there'll be trouble."
I... I just got played, you realize. Damn teenage hormones.
A few minutes later and you've relocated onto the living room coffee table, the two girls sitting on the couch before you. Stacy was pouting, her arms crossed and her eyes looking away, but at least Emma seemed to be in a good mood. "Alright girls," you begin, "You know how this goes. Stacy, your mom said you have some homework you need to do."
"No I don't."
"Yes she does," said Emma. Stacy shoved her, deepening her slump.
"Stacy, once you've got that done you can watch as much TV as you want. Those aren't my rules, they're your mom's."
She grabbed one of her pigtails and tugged it. "...Fine."
Huh, that was easier than usual, you thought as the girls stood to go and do their own things. They're only eight but they tower over you, and you feel a stir remembering the tortures they've put you through. I guess today's gonna still be mostly my day.
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