Steve Golden

Suck hot sitter

CHAPTER ONE

Stacy Burns stood in the doorway dressed in white knee socks, a white blouse, and a navy-blue skirt that barely covered her crotch. Her blonde hair was tied up in two bunches on each side of her head, and there wasn't a trace of make-up on her gorgeous freckled face. She smiled brightly, anxious to please her new employer.

"You must be Stacy, the babysitter," Sam Caldicott grinned, ushering her into his luxury townhouse. "You're right on time. I like that. We're going to get along very well, you and I."

He led her down a hallway and into a brightly lit living room. But it wasn't furnished like a living room at all, Stacy noticed. There was very little furniture in it, just a couch and a chair and a large covered bed. There was a set of floor-length windows that angled up into the ceiling like a skylight. And there were cameras and tripods everywhere.

"What a place," Stacy muttered, gazing at the view over the park. "Have you and your wife lived here long?"

"My wife and I are no longer living together," Caldicott admitted. "As a matter of fact, she left me over a year ago. I'm all alone here now."

"You are? Then what about the baby? Who am I supposed to babysit?" Stacy asked. She stared at him with her big blue eyes. She wrinkled her nose prettily.

For a moment, he didn't say anything. His gaze traveled from her lovely face to the promising swell of her tits against her crisp white blouse. Then he looked lower, at the ridiculously short blue skirt and all the slender brown thigh on display for him. She really had beautiful legs, he thought, trim and perfectly shaped. She was a great example of healthy teenage girlhood.

"Sit down and I'll explain exactly what I want you to do for me," he soothed. "If you don't want to do it fine. I'll pay you your babysitting fee and you can go home. Okay?"

Stacy looked at him suspiciously, but she sat down and prepared to listen. She tried to recall what she knew of Mr. Sam Caldicott, and she realized that she didn't really know anything at all. He had called up for the first time the previous afternoon, asking for a babysitter for four in the afternoon. It had never occurred to her that he was anything but a happily married family man.