Just a few seconds

You wake gasping for air. Mr. Smith’s cock is back in his pants, and you’re safely back in your seat. The car is stopped. You’re in the driveway, back home. You open the door and step out before the pill can get you in its grips again.

“Well, it’s been fun. I’ll be sure to tell Sarah she should hire you again. Maybe next time I’ll help you out. Oh, don’t forget your tip.”

He winks and hands you five crisp hundred dollar bills before driving away. You stand there, stunned. You can’t believe your luck. That was way too close! But part of you feels a twinge of regret. It’s probably just the pill. If you were smart you would use some of this cash to buy some basics and make bank “babysitting” for the Smiths without risking babies of your own.