A photo-shoot in Mark's bedroom.

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.

Mark's cock strained at the denim, but he knew that he probably had only one more shot in him at the moment, so he had to use Jenny's hot firm body to its full potential this time.

" Turn around," he said, " put your hands on the post." Jenny paused for the shortest moment, and then, smiling, stepped around, leaning forward on the hand-rail of the stairs. Mark breathed in deep, taking in her long slender thighs and popping the top button from his jeans, springing his swollen cock out inches behind Jenny's sweet ass. He began tugging on his thick red shaft, and when Jenny turned her deep, dark doe- eyes to watch him getting off on her accessible position, he reached out with his other hand to flip her short skirt up and expose her bare ass. Mark only had to step forward to sink his hot fleshy cock right up to his balls into that hungry, dripping pussy, and knowing he could do this high-school senior from just down the street so easily made him feel flushed with power. How long had this juicy fruit been waiting within reach, willing and eager to be plucked? Mark paused in his furious tugging , letting his fat cock hover before him unsupported for a moment, and deciding what else wanted from Jenny.

" Go up the stairs, Jenny. My bedroom is the first on the left. Leave your skirt here."

Jenny unfastened the skirt, letting it fall to the ground as she stood up and stepped up the stairs, her bare ass swinging as she climbed each step. Mark climbed the stairs behind her, the fat mushroom head of his cock swinging closer to the girl's bare skin with every step, threatening to find its home in the girl's moist cunt all by itself. Topping the stairs, Jenny turned to go into Mark's bedroom, and stood in the very middle if the room, bottomless, legs akimbo.

Mark considered taking Jenny right there and then, but instead he settled into the small wicker chair in the corner of the room, his right hand on his dick, his left hand reaching for the digital camera.

" Jenny, there's a cuticle scissors on the dressing table." Jenny's large brown eyes darted to the table and she picked the scissors up. She seemed uncertain what they were to be used for, but after a moment's hesitation she extended her deep red tongue and licked up and down the twin tiny blades.

Click!

" Jenny, cut your tee-shirt off."

For the first time, Jenny seemed less than eager.

" With... with the cuticle scissors?"

" Yes, Jenny."

" But.. how will I get home?"

" We'll worry about that later, Jenny".

" My mom'll kill me!" Jenny seemed genuinely distressed at the prospect of her mother finding out, and Mark really hadn't thought that far ahead. He absent mindedly worked his shaft while picturing good-girl Jenny running back down the street topless, straight into Mrs Griffith's scandalized gaze. As he grunted with arousal, Jenny pouted, seeming to vacillate with indecision, and Mark came to realize he had to offer more or lose the initiative.

" I'll pay you a hundred bucks." It was the first idea that struck him, and he put it forward before thinking about it.

Jenny looked non-plussed. " A hundred bucks? For my tee-shirt?"

" Not exactly."

Jenny grinned widely. " So your paying for what's under the shirt, Mr Stevens?"

" Yeah."

Jenny crossed her bare legs, squeezing her thighs together, getting off on the older man's desire.

" You're paying for a peep show, Mr Stevens?" Jenny's long fingers positioned the blades of the scissors in the vee of her tee, awaiting his response.

"Yeah."

Jenny snipped the scissors once, making a tiny nick in the collar of the shirt.

" Eighty bucks" she said suddenly, pausing for Mark's response.

" What?"

" Eighty bucks for the peep show. We have a deal?"

Now it was Mark's turn to be confused, but his dick jerked in autonomous approval.

" Oh, fuck yeah."

Jenny snipped the scissors again, this time hacking away at the collar and an inch into the cotton of the shirt.

" So, you want to fuck me, Mr Stevens?"

Mark grunted in reply.

Jenny sighed. " Sixty bucks, if you're giving cock."

Mark was starting to catch on. The teen slut wanted him to fuck her, was dropping the price as an incentive for Mark to get his pervert dick inside her pussy.

" Yeah, you bet I'm giving cock, bitch."

Jenny giggled. " Oh, twenty dollars off if you're going to talk dirty to me, Mr Stevens."

" Damn right. No way I'm paying sixty dollars for a little whore."

Jenny gasped in mock shock, and cut into her shirt again, the curves of her perfect breasts visible in the growing cleft.

Click!

" Forty dollars, Mr Stevens. Thats less than Brad paid to fuck me in his car."

" Thirty dollars, for a second-hand slut."

The tear in Jenny's shirt was now six inches long, and she started to rip the gap apart, exposing her beautiful tits to her voyeur's eyes.

Click!

" You know, my shirt only cost twenty bucks, Mr Stevens." The remains of that shirt now fluttered down to the carpet.

" Down to fifteen for wear and tear, bitch." Jenny lay back on the her elbows, opening her legs to reveal once again her moist, quivering pussy.

Click!

" You going to use a rubber to fuck me, Mr Stevens?"

Mark hesitated- he hadn't thought of this either.

" No? I'll be your ten dollar whore if you'll leave your cum in my little pussy, Mr Stevens." As if responding to its own name, a trickle of pre-cum leaked out and trickled down Mark's pulsing cock. Mark decided right there and then to play this show right down to the wire.

" You sure you're worth it, bitch? How 'bout I just fuck your little skank pussy now, maybe pay you five dollars after if you get my rocks off?"

Jenny played hurt. " Nothing in advance, Mr Stevens? You won't even feed a nickel into the slot to get the machine working?" While she was talking, her hands found a nickel on the carpet, where it must have fallen from Mark's pocket when he was changing his pants. She passed the coin between the finger of her right hand, then rubbed the coin over her swollen clit, and slipped it deep into her pussy.

Click! Mark could take by-standing no more, and got up out of his chair. He stood over Jenny's lying body, pumping his dick with his hand while staring down on Jenny's naked flesh.