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Sitting Pretty
Babysitters aren’t Paul’s only kink.
I don’t really babysit since I started college, but I have hung on to one client. I come home every weekend to hook up with my boyfriend, Todd, and to sit for Paul on Saturday night.
Paul was always my favourite client, for three reasons. One, his son is always asleep when I arrive, and never wakes up, so it’s an easy gig. And two, he has a 90 inch TV and a laptop that streams to it. If he didn’t have a password on the laptop and a nannycam hidden in a blue teddy bear on his bookshelf, I’d spend Saturday nights sprawled on the couch, masturbating to muted porn thirty times larger than on my phone.
But my absolute favourite thing about Paul is how stupid he is. The nannycam is pointed at the couch. His desk and the TV are out of view. And his laptop password is… ‘password’. So I lie on his desk, watching porn at an awkward angle.
Paul has an enormous porn collection. It’s mostly babysitter stuff: older men with naive young girls. That folder is divided into subfolders by hair colour, and then cup size. The B-cup brunettes have the most videos, and one sub-folder: ‘Rachel’. That’s my name. There were only two videos in there when I found it, and the actress in them looked a lot like me.
