Nanny Cam

You had your worries about hiring me as a babysitter. You’ve seen what I do in my blogs, and you know what I do for a living, but you’re just so gosh-darn desperate for a night at the bar, aren’t you? It’s really rough to be a single dad. So you hired me, and you set up a nanny cam. You watch as I help the little angels, I bathe them, I help them with their homework, I make them Kraft Dinner. It’s all innocent, daddy! Relax! But I know you can’t. I know no one just puts a teddy bear on their mantle. The fact I’m being watched makes me so wet. I’m not even doing anything naughty, but you want me to do something wrong. I can tell You should be drinking, relaxing, having a good time. Have a shot or two. Your angels are safe with me. You switch your phone to the second cam, the one in their room. You watch as I tuck them into bed. Each one picks out a book and I lay on their bed with them, cozy and snuggly, and we say our prayers and read our bedtime stories as they doze off. And then I watch TV and you drink to your heart’s content knowing the littles are safe. I hear your car in the parking lot. You stumble in. I jokingly admonish you for driving drunk and you hiccup as you laugh. You told me “I’ve been spying on you, missy” and I act surprised. You lean in, drunk off your ass, and you whisper in my ear “you did a great job.” You reach into your wallet and pull out a fifty. You slip it into my pocket and slide your hand over the crotch of my pants and feel the wetness. “You knew all along, didn’t you, you naughty girl?” I press my muff into your hand. I don’t know what’s gonna happen tonight but I’m pretty sure I’ll still be here when the angels wake up.

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