She Frees Something

Roxanne ran through a side door in the dining room to the breakfast nook. She retrieved one of the stools on the island and manoeuvred it back to where Aiko was still stuck in the hole that she had prepared using a false floor earlier.

“Are you there?” asked Aiko.

“I’ve got the stool. Help is on the way.”

Roxanne flicked open the latch on the cupboard under the stairs below. It was a surprisingly cavernous storage space filled with dust, spider webs, and boxes of garbage nobody had looked at in years. She pulled on the light underneath, and it illuminated the area with a click.

Harry Potter wasn’t to be found here, though. Instead, she looked up at the lower half of Aiko, her green cargo pants ripe for the taking. She grinned at Aiko’s predicament.

Ack, I’m feeling horny again. My greatest weakness.

As always, in these situations, her internal monologue was speaking to her. Her other distracting weakness, other than her pitiful physical strength.

Roxanne took her time setting up her phone on one of the shelves inside. She angled it so the entirety of Aiko’s upper body was definitely in the shot. Hidey holes like the cupboard under the stairs weren’t linked up to her usual surveillance system.

“Roxanne!”

“Coming.”

Clicking the button on her phone to begin recording, she positioned the stool behind Aiko and jumped on top of it. Her mouth was dry, and her breathing was short and sharp as she prepared to indulge in yet another one of her fantasies.

Roxanne reached around Aiko’s defenceless waist and undid the button on the front of her cargo pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Aiko sounded slightly panicked. “Wait, wait, leave my pants alone.”

Roxanne had also deftly pulled her zipper down. The cargo pants visibly sighed, loosening around the small waist of her Asian babysitter.

The punk princess jumped off the stool as Aiko began to kick out at Roxanne wildly, hoping to hit her. But from behind, she succeeded only in swaying around and wasting her precious energy.

“Let me out, Roxanne. This isn’t funny.”

Roxanne couldn’t help but let loose a chuckle.

“This is your last chance. I’m your babysitter, not an exhibitionist. Let me down, or I’m going to fall.”

Not yet, you’re not.