A flyer that reads: "Looking for a sitter to mind my homestead while I'm running errands or gone for long periods of time. Cash in hand payments and no prior experience needed." You read the flyer over and over in disbelief. This was too good to be true. What a sweet deal! You looked down at the person in question. It's from one Miss Eleanore 'Ella' Withers.
"Sounds like a nice lady" You say grabbing the flyer and leaving the unemployment office feeling giddy thinking that you've got this.
Later that night, you look up her contacts from the flyer and email her your interest at the sitter job. In an instant, you got a reply saying she's happy to meet you and scheduled the time to arrive as well as the address. Looking at the location, you could see that it was in the nicest part of town. Leaning back in your chair, you smiled.
"Already, this gig is sounding better by the minute" Feeling happy as ever that your life is starting to turn around for the better. You thought it was best to call it a night,
You were up the next day feeling rather energetic. Sporting a casual dress shirt, jeans and some simple dress shoes, you made your way to Ella's house without a hitch.
Arriving at the homestead, you in awe at the sight of the place. It certainly was in a rich neighborhood as it had the appearance of nicely, well off mansion that made you nearly fall back in shock. Arriving at the gate, you got clearance to enter. Making your way to the front door, you press the doorbell and opened was the most joyous woman you had ever seen.
"Welcome~~~! You must be Eric. I'm Eleanore or Ella for short." Ella was quite the plump middle age woman with a more rounded physique, with well endowed breasts that rested on her round gut along with a shelf of a posterior. She was currently wearing a simple blue house dress with her long blonde hair in locks that framed her round face. She had a beauty mark near her left eye which both eyes sparkled a blue color. She seemed very open as before you knew it, you were in a tight embrace where you nearly sank into her doughy flesh.
"Goodness me." She said releasing you from her hug. "We better not dilly dally."
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