Don’t Try To Rip Off The Babysitter

I babysit to make extra money now and then.  This past weekend I was asked to watch a couple of my Professor’s little shits.  They are pretty young so it wasn’t that bad.  Just played some stupid games with them, gave them baths, then put them to bed.  It helped that their bedtime was 7:30.  That is extremely early, so I had time to look around the house.  I didn’t find anything to exciting, these were just boring assed people.

When the Prof and his Wifey got home she went up to bed and he went up to look in on the sleeping boy and girl.  I heard him coming back down the steps and stood up.  He was looking a little bit nervous, which was weird. He told me that he couldn’t pay me because the date night cost more than he had thought it would.  I thought at first he was kidding, but he wasn’t.  I instantly got mad.  He told me that he would be able to pay me next time. Next time?!?!?  There wouldn’t be a next time, why would there be? 

I told him no.  He had to pay me right then.  He said once again that he couldn’t.  I know I narrowed my eyes because he backed up a little bit.  I told him fine but he would very shortly regret it.  I pushed my way past him, taking off my shoes, then my skirt and letting them drop to the floor. He was asking me what I was doing, I told him that he would see.  

I walked into this den, sat down in his chair, and started to play with my pussy.  I started to say his name and moan real loud.  Not loud enough for his wife to hear but I was getting there.  He slammed the door shut, and that woke up his wife.  I kept on fingering my pussy, he was fumbling for his wallet.  I heard his wife at the top of the steps calling down to him asking him what was going on.  I was getting louder and louder, he took all the money that he had in his wallet and tossed it at me.  

I stopped, he chucked my clothes at me, now his wife was at the foot of the steps.  She was at the door but I was dressed and he was sitting behind his desk.  She opened the door and I turned around to look at her.  He told her that I asked him a question about one of my classes and he was going over something that I didn’t understand.  She asked what that loud noise was and he told her he accidentally shut the door louder than he intended.  I stood up, thanked them both for paying me, and left.  I wonder if his wife walked over to him because if she did, she would of seen a wet spot on the leather chair I had been sitting on, and he would definitely have to explain that.

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