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"Alright, fine," she says, turning towards the yard. "But don't say I didn't warn you. She can be a bit standoffish at first."

As you follow Isabella towards the yard, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement. You've always had a thing for hot babysitters, and this one is no exception.

You can see Lana, the babysitter, through the fence, playing with Isabella's daughter. She's young, probably in her early twenties, with long blonde hair and a petite figure. She's wearing a simple white t-shirt and denim shorts, and she looks carefree and happy as she tosses a ball back and forth with the little girl.

Isabella opens the gate and walks into the yard, calling out to Lana. The young woman turns around, and her eyes widen in surprise as she sees Isabella approaching with you in tow.

"Hey, Lana, this is Ricky," Isabella says, gesturing towards you. "He's my agent."

Lana nods, a polite smile on her face. "Nice to meet you," she says, her voice soft and melodic.

You feel a jolt of excitement as you take in her appearance. She's even more beautiful up close, with high cheekbones and full lips. You can't help but stare at her, taking in every detail of her face and body.

"So, how did the first day of shooting go?" Lana asks, her eyes flicking between Isabella and you.

"It was great, thanks for asking," Isabella replies, her eyes never leaving Lana. "But I'm beat, I think I'm going to call it."

Lana nods, a small frown playing on her lips. "Alright, but I need a ride home."

Isabella nods and says, "Can Ricky give you a ride home I need to see my parents."

Lana looks at you, her eyes meeting yours for the first time. Lana says, "Sure, I guess." You can't help but feel a surge of excitement as you take in her beauty. "Sure, I'd be happy to," you say, your voice low and smooth.

Isabella gives you a quick nod, then turns to Lana. "Great, I'll leave you two to it. See you tomorrow, Lana."

Lana waves goodbye to Isabella, then turns to you. "I'm ready whenever you are, just need to get the money from Isabella" she says, her voice soft and inviting. You smile and say to Isabella, "I can get it for you."

Isabella nods, "Thanks Ricky, I appreciate it." She knows what she did by letting you take her home, but you see her face and now it does not care.

"Thanks for the ride," she says, her voice warm and genuine. You nod as you focus on Lana. "Shall we go?" you ask, gesturing towards the car. Lana nods, and the two of you walk towards the sleek black corvette.