Babysitter, Used

Story Excerpt

She was supposed to watch the kids. Then they left and she stayed. Nineteen now, Olivia had grown into something wild: long tan legs, tight blonde braid, and a body that didn’t know how to hide what it wanted. She strutted through my house like she still belonged here, asking dangerous questions with those big blue eyes. And when she dropped to her knees and begged me to teach her how to please a man? I knew I wasn’t strong enough to say no. This isn’t a love story. She didn’t want romance. She wanted to be used. Again and again. She called herself my free use toy, and meant it.