Clean up

Anne muttered to herself as she got out a garbage bag and began tossing fast food containers in it. She finished her Baja Blast and it went in as well. Her sitting room didn’t usually look like this, it was most often a lot neater, she just always got excited when it was time for _her _weekend and didn’t throw her dinner away.

She tossed the last piece of trash—a Wendy’s bag—into the garbage and peered over her shoulder. Ms. Cane had not come back yet. He eyes drifted to the handle of her vibrator sticking out between the couch cushions. The petite woman’s hand drifted between her legs; she had been interrupted, after all.

Anne sat back down on the couch, pushing her pink robe out of the way. She turned on her vibrator again and it set about pulsing at her pussy. She covered her mouth to prevent her from letting out a slutty moan.

_Click, click, click. _Anne’s heart pounded in her chest as those black heels neared her. She quickly switched off the vibrator, shoved it out of slight behind the couch cushions, and jumped off the couch, picking up the full garbage bag with two hands.

Her heart did not still as the babysitter emerged. Without her trench coat, Anne was able to see the smart black blouse and white tailored trousers she wore beneath.

The taller woman’s gaze swept about the sitting room, “You can be responsible, can you not? Good start, now, take that pile of clothing somewhere besides your rug.”

Anne huffed but grabbed the laundry basket anyway. Annie had been playing in it last night, so all her dirty clothes that she had intended to wash Sunday evening were dumped on her floor.

The blonde haired woman first threw in the camisole top, denim shorts, and pink lingerie she’d been wearing earlier, before she headed over to the pile on the rug. Setting the basket down, she grabbed armfuls of the pile, spotting several of her olive and oatmeal tops that she’d need on Monday.

The basket was filled with Minnie Mouse panties and toddler outfits, her “uniform” for the coffee shop she worked at, and the cute outfits she’d change into for going out.

Anne glanced at the towering woman once all the clothes were out of the floor, wondering what she should do next. The monochromatic clad woman gave her a pointed look, as though it was obvious what she should do next.

The older woman sighed, “Go do laundry, and put that robe in with it.”

Anne stuck out her tongue but picked up the basket and headed for the laundry room. She cursed under her breath as she threw handfuls of dirty clothing into the washing machine. She then tossed her own soft pink robe in, revealing her wet clit for all to see.

She poured a random amount of detergent in and then started the machine. Then, she turned. “Ahh!” She startled.

Ms. Cane was at the doorway. “I do not understand why you needed to be told to perform these tasks.”

The petite woman’s hands immediately jumped to cover both her cunt and her cleavage. “What the hell? Why are you peeping on me?”

Ms. Cane dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “I am a babysitter for all ages, you do not have anything that I have not seen before.” Her dark eyes drifted down Anne’s petite body. “I believe you are in **** need of a shower before bed. You reek of intimacy and junk food.”