Emma the Babysitter (Malfrost x Celebstars)

[Malfrost]

Michael couldn't understand why his parents were so adamant on making sure he had a babysitter. He was 15 after all, way too old for a babysitter. He hadn't even done anything bad during the last few times he was alone. Sure, he watched excessive amounts of porn and even hired a hooker to take his virginity last time, but that was beside the point. He yawned and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as his parents lectured him and told him to be good for the babysitter.

He wondered who his babysitter would be. If it was a dude then he was completely out of luck. The most they could do would be play video games together, and while that was fun, it wasn't exciting. If it was a girl though, a hot girl...maybe he could convince her to fuck him and if not, he could always just jack off to her while she wasn't looking.

So, he and his parents waited in the living room for the babysitter to show up now. He lounged about, drinking a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. His father stood up to answer the door and opened it with a smile as Michael manged to hear a, "Glad you could make it, please come in." from his father. He tried to catch a peek at the babysitter, but his father's frame was blocking what he could see at the moment.

 

[celebstars]

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"What?" Emma said, phone to her ear as she was driving. A loud honk from someone's horn causing her to squirm as she moved out of the wrong lane. Driving a red convertible Porsche the 19 year old Emma was living life off her father, draining his wealth which he had spent his whole adult life earning.

"Babysitting? Do I look like a babysitter?" She had no responsibility in her life and her father thought it would be best if she finally decided to get some.

A heated argument soon ended with a calm goodbye. With her telling her daddy how much she loved him. It may have been because he offered to buy her a new handbag to persuade her to look after someone for the evening. Emma wasn't dressed exactly well for the job, she had been shopping with friends and was wearing a skimpy outfit. Her legs looked amazing in the short skirt and her hair was shining when she parked her expensive car in the driveway of the home and knocked on the door. Greeted by the father, she was looking at her phone when she walked in.

"I'm not cooking, cleaning, I am literally just here to watch cartoons with the kid." As she moved further in, she saw a teenage boy and then looked back to the father. "Isn't he a little old to be looked after?"