Time to House-Sit

"I mean nothing bad should happen to me with all her clothes, right?" Connor told himself for like the 10th time this week on his couch.

Suddenly his doorbell rang.

"Who could that--oh shoot, is it Friday already?" Connor said not realizing how fast the week went by.

Connor then got off the couch to answer the door.

"Hello, Mrs. A..." Connor said before pausing as he got distracted again by her attire like last time. "...nderson." he finished saying.

Standing before him was Mrs. Anderson wearing a one-button navy blue closure blazer with a white v-neck blouse that displayed her magnificent breasts, a navy blue pencil skirt which hugged her curvaceous butt, and finally a pair of black tights and pumps which covered her attractive legs and feet.

"Hello, Connor!" she said while smiling and waving at him. "...so here's the keys to my apartment, these are for my mailbox, and make sure you water the plants at least once a day, please." Mrs. Anderson explained as she handed him the keys.

"Alright!" Connor told her.

"I almost forgot! You can also help yourself to whatever is in the fridge or pantries and you're more than welcome to sleepover while I'm gone if you'd like." Mrs. Anderson added.

"That's very generous Mrs. Anderson, but I could--" Connor said.

Suddenly her cellphone began ringing.

"Sorry Connor I have to take this, but I trust you'll do a great job. I'll see you on Monday!" she said before giving him a quick peck on the cheek and heading out.

"D-Did she mean to do that?" Connor said confused rubbing the cheek she kissed.

Not long after she left, the mailman arrived to deliver everyone's mail. Once Connor saw it was around the time the mail was delivered he went to retrieve it.

"Well I guess it's finally time to enter Mrs. Anderson's apartment..." he said standing outside her door after getting both of their mail.

He then slowly turned the key before opening the door.

"H-Hello?" Connor said as he peeked inside.

There was no response.

"Huh..." Connor said expecting to be tackled by all of Mrs. Anderson's clothing or getting dragged inside. "I guess I'll just drop off her mail and water the plants." he said dropping his guard. "Wow, her place is really nice." he said admiring all of her furnishings and decorations.

He first left the mail on the coffee table before carefully watering her plants.

"Well I guess that's it then...maybe it wouldn't be so bad to spend the night after all." he said to himself in her living room.

"Oh, please do." a sultry voice said.

"Well if you insi...wait." Connor said realizing he wasn't alone.

"Hi, there." a pair of white jeans filled out to Mrs. Anderson's proportions said.

"H-Hi?" Connor said surprised to see a new piece of her living clothing.

"...so word on the hanger is you're house sitting for our owner this weekend. Is that true?" the white jeans asked.

"Y-Yes?" Connor said unsure why this mattered.

"Looks like you owe me $5, booty shorts." the white jeans bragged.

"No way!" the booty shorts said coming out from behind a couch.

"He's staying?!?" a voice squealed in excitement.

"Oh my god! Girls, Connor is here!" another voice shouted.

"I want to go home with him!" a third voice said.

Suddenly every drawer flung open, all the contents in her closet began spilling out, and any other piece of clothing that Mrs. Anderson owned began revealing themselves.