Brenda visits Mr. Royce

Brenda thought about her own appointment for the evening. Mr. Royce had sounded slightly uncertain on the phone, talking obliquely about her being recommended by Mr. Fraser. He seemed to be a very cautious man, which was understandable. She had asked if Mr. Fraser had told him her babysitting rates and he had quickly said that her price was very reasonable, his voice sounding anxious.

Probably the first time he'd cheated on his wife, Brenda thought, her tummy fluttering with some excitement. He probably had watched a lot of porn with teens getting fucked by older men and had jumped at the opportunity to make it a reality. She smiled slightly as she picked out some clothes, choosing some skin tight hip hugging jeans and a loose top.

She ate a quick dinner with her family, contributing to the conversation as she normally did, and listening to her father's latest dull anecdote about his job. Her older brother disappeared as quickly as possible, and telling her parents she had a babysitting job, Brenda left the table to change.

She convinced her mother to give her a ride to Mr. Royce's house, putting up with her mother's usual commentary on what she should be doing about school and college and whining about money and her father's setbacks at work. She was relieved when they pulled up in front of the house and she was able to get out and wave goodbye to her mother.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Brenda walked up the path to the front door, her tummy fluttering with excitement and anticipation as she rang the doorbell.

The man who answered was in his forties, his short beard speckled with grey. His eyes flickered over her, then glanced up and down the street before opening the door wider and gesturing her in.

"You must be Brenda. Thanks for coming at such short notice."

"I'm happy to be able to help Mr. Royce. I had no plans for the evening, or nothing important anyway."

"Great. That's great. Umm....Jerry, that is Mr. Fraser...he speaks highly of you. He really recommended you."

"That's so sweet of him," Brenda replied with a smile. "He's such a nice man."

"Yeah...umm well come on in..." He led her into a living room, gesturing to a chair. "Ummmm….Jerry...he said that you and he...that you had a special arrangement..."

Brenda glanced around, frowning slightly at the direction the conversation was taking.

"Where is Mrs. Royce?" she asked carefully.

"She's....she's out of town...visiting her parents....and our daughter...she's having a sleepover..."

"I see," Brenda said carefully, understanding his nervousness better. "So that's why you're asking about my arrangement with Mr. Fraser."

"Ummm….yes...so...you're ok...with not really babysitting...with...with just...."

"With just having sex with you? Of course Mr. Royce. That's why I came here. To take care of your....needs." She slipped off the chair and started to prowl towards his chair on her hands and knees, feeling powerful and seductive as she saw him react to her.