She smokes a bowl

After she made sure the kids were in bed, Melissa walked over to her bag and grabbed a small pouch.

“Time for the babysitter to relax.” She thought to herself as she took out the pipe and marijuana and stepped out onto the back porch.

The sexy teen puffed a little while watching the stars in the sky, relaxing and drifting in her thoughts. She was so zoned out that Melissa did not hear Mike come in through the front door, arriving home early from work. After walking in to check his kids, Mike walked past the kitchen when he saw Melissa taking a hit from her pipe. Upset, he walked toward the porch and opened the door in a huff.

“What the hell are you doing? With MY KIDS in the house!!?” His voice rose in anger as he spoke.

The leggy vixen jumped at the sound of the door sliding open and turned beet red from the scolding voice of her boss.

“I….I…I was—“ Melissa stammered.

“You were what? You’re getting high with my kids alone in the house? What were you thinking?” Mike asked the scared teen.

“Get rid of that and get inside!” He growled and the brunette complied, slinking past him and into the living room.

Melissa stood before him as he followed her, she looked down and peered up at him innocently. It was a trick she would use with her father or male teachers whenever she got into trouble, it usually worked.

Standing there, legs crossed, she started to apologize to her boss.

“Mike, I’m real---“ He cut her off.

“Call me Mr. Smith, only friends call me Mike.” He said, still brimming with anger.

“Now, sit down Melissa.” He motioned to the soft couch and she obediently sat down.

Mike stood over her, as his anger pumped inside, he also still couldn’t help from tracing every inch of her body with his eyes. She was so shapely and sexy.

Finally, the anger met with some thoughts in his head and he came up with an idea.

“Now, I think I should call the police and report you for child endangerment. I don’t care what you do by yourself, but my kids are here, dammit!” Mike says to the now-scared teen beauty.

Melissa’s head jerked up at the word “police” and her heart beat faster.

“No, please, Mik—Mr. Smith, don’t call the police, I am sorry, really!” She pleaded with him to reconsider.

Mike stroked his goatee in his hand and thought for a second.

“Okay, Melissa, I think I may change my mind...”

Mike sat down beside her on the large, soft couch.