Mark offers Jenny gainful employment.

Mark stuffed his turgid cock hastily into his jeans, and rushed downstairs to answer the door-bell, as giddy as though he was the teenager himself.

Jenny Griffith stood on the porch. In the flesh and up close, the babysitter was more impressive than Mark had anticipated. To start with, at five eleven, she was taller than Mark himself, and her long arms and legs showed the distinctive contours of a young athlete. The tight-fitting tee-shirt clung to shapely upturned tits and fell short of covering a flat, smooth stomach, while her legs seemed all the longer in a tartan skirt that, as Mark could now see, had been a school skirt before its meeting with a vindictive, but creative, pair of scissors. Her copper- blonde hair hung down to her shoulders in cascading curls, and her large brown eyes fixed immediately on Mark's swollen package, perhaps impressed that it was so clearly ready, so soon after unloading for her window show.

"Come on in, Jenny". Mark was surprised to hear a confidence in his voice he did not feel. The teenager duly stepped inside, smiling as the door shut behind her, covering her from any other, prying eyes- and from the protection of the outside world. She turned to face Mark, but a moment passed before either spoke. Mark seized his opportunity.

"Not sure what to say, Jenny?", he asked, visibly flustering the girl.

" Mr Stevens, I'm here, to, um.." Jenny faltered, and Mark pressed on.

" To what? To get me to erase the photos?"

Jenny nodded. " I did what you asked, Mr Stevens. I showed you what you wanted to see!".

Mark slowly shook his head. " I'm not going to erase the photos, Jenny."

Jenny just glared.

" I'm going to keep them, Jenny. I'm going to use those pictures every time I want to jerk off."

Jenny bit her lip, as though to keep from cursing, and her nostrils flared as her breathing grew heavier.

" Every night I'm going to stare at your naked flesh, watch you beg your little boyfriend for his cock.."

Jenny's mouth dropped open, and her cheeks flushed bright crimson, as the impact of her predicament registered with her brain.

" ... watch you fuck Brad in his car, just down the street from his poor wife.."

Jenny's ears pricked at the mention of fucking, and her chest heaved, her erect nipples just jutting through her tee- shirt.

" ...Watch you suck Brad's cock, listen to you screaming for him to fuck you harder, deeper, longer."

A single clear drop of moisture ran down Jenny's thigh; Mark paused to watch its descent before continuing.

"But thats not the best of it, Jenny. The best bit is, when I'm tired of those pictures, you're going to help me make more."

Slowly, painfully, wonderfully slowly, Jenny's plush red lips moved into a dirty smile, and Mark knew he had her on board.

" You're my babysitter now, Jenny."

" But... you don't have any children, Mr Stevens." Again the pretense of innocence; but the smile never faded.

" True. But you won't ever get bored of working for me."