Mr. Weaver Needs A Sitter

"Oh, Brenda, a Mr. Weaver called. Says he needs a sitter Saturday night. Wanted to know if you were available. Here's his number." her mother handed her a note as she walked in the front door. She took the note and went up to her room, dialing the number as she closed her bedroom door.

"Hello."

"Hi Mr. Weaver, it's Brenda. I understand you need a sitter?"

"Yes, we do. Sorry for the short notice. My wife is going to visit her sister. Can you make it here by six tomorrow?"

As much as she enjoyed their little after school tryst, she was already booked. "Gee, Mr. Weaver, I'm afraid I'm already booked, but I do know a couple of people."

"Oh." he replied, sounding crestfallen. Apparently, he was as eager to hook up again as she was.

Brenda replied, "There's this friend of mine who I think might be able to fill in for me. Her name is Diana. Let me send you a pic."

After a minute, Mr. Weaver said. "She looks like she'll do. Are you sure she knows what I want?"

"Believe me, M. Weaver, I'm sure. From what we did the other day, I'd guess you like to completely dominate. Diana will be a perfect match. Let me make sure she's available. I'll call you right back."

Redialing her phone, she got Diana on the line. "Hey, Di. Are you available for a babysitting job tomorrow night?"

"Sure Bren. Who's the lucky guy?"

"Mr. Weaver."

"You mean the history teacher? He's a hunk! How did you land him.? Isn't he happily married?"

"Yes, he's married, but not happily. Rumor has it that when he knocked her up in college, her daddy made a deal with him. As long as they stay married, daddy will support them. If they break up he pulls his money and they both have nothing." Brenda explained, adding, "He's very dominant. Just your type. Keep in mind that if word gets out, we're all fucked, okay."

"Gotcha."