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All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18yo. Any depictions of real life people and events are purely coincidental. As always, comments are welcome, but anything not constructive is subject to be deleted. Please enjoy the first installment of Brie’s Babysitting Service!

Brie

Meet Brie. A perky, yet down to earth girl with her head on her shoulders. You wouldn’t think that at first glance as she seems like your typical, bubble-headed blonde, but have a conversation with her and she’ll show you something completely different. You wouldn’t know it, but she’s actually a successful business owner. At face value, she runs a babysitting agency that has a sparkling reputation. However, there’s always a secret to every business’s success and this story is about the secret services that you won’t find on the pamphlet.

Brie is no longer performing any babysitting duties as she has grown her business and has a collection of girls to choose from. But, why don’t we start with her story of how she came up with her business model…

Five years ago, as Brie was struggling to put herself through college, she put out an ad to look for work in offering a service most people are desperate to find; childcare. She loved children and was always the go-to babysitter in the neighborhood she grew up in. However, there was always something she noticed about many of the families she would sit for; they all had problems that none of them wanted to address let alone fix. Many a good therapist could fix; some were in need of other services that only her dirty mind could pick up on.

Even as a teenager, she caught the husbands of the families she sat for checking her out and trying not to get caught. But…she always caught them, though she never ratted them out. She also never called them out but found other ways to exploit their obvious attraction by subtly flirting with them, which ultimately ended up in large monetary tips. The one thing she found surprising was how many of the wives actually checked her out as well; some of them out of suspicion of their husbands while a few had other, dirtier thoughts, though they never acted on them due to her being a minor.

But as a girl in her late teens, struggling to survive in college, she wondered if she could do more for some of these struggling families than just watching their children. Afterall, she was a psychology major who used her knowledge to pick up on things most people wouldn’t. She quickly realized, thinking back on some of the families she once sat for, that most of their issues were sexual; hence the reason for the parents often checking her out.

Her first client she picked up was a struggling single dad who had no family in the area and had no help from his ex in the way of childcare during breaks for his only child: a precious little girl who was only about five years old. He adored his daughter and did everything he could for her. But most daycares would take half of his income just to keep a spot open for her on his days, since he had 50/50 custody, that ultimately cost him the same if she were going every day. Brie thought this was absolute bullshit, so she decided to be different. Since she wasn’t licensed, she knew she couldn’t watch more than one or two kids at a time, and definitely couldn’t do it from her own home, especially since she lived in a house with roommates. So, she offered a daily amount that was just slightly less than what licensed daycare providers were charging, and only on the days he would need care provided.

Brie knocked on the door of the man’s apartment, which was one unit of a triplex. He had the sweet spot, too, with most of his unit not sharing any walls and not having any neighbors directly below him.

“You must be Brie,” the nearly 40-year-old man, who looked much younger than he was, greeted her. “Come in,” he backed up to give her room to enter the two-bedroom apartment. A slight jog from the front door took you into the small kitchen with a full-sized refrigerator blocked by a small pony-wall followed by the stove and then at the end of the U-shaped room was a stainless steel, double bowled sink with a small window above; and then directly across from the oven/stove is the dishwasher followed by upper and lower cabinets, with a counter top that opens up to the small dining area. It was a neat design that gave the tenant a bit of a breakfast bar. A large window gave off plenty of natural light as it faced east, though there was a house less than twenty feet from his outer wall. Continuing along the wall is a fairly spacious living room, though not huge being just an apartment.

A window, double the size of the one in the dining room, reveals the street and the curb Brie parked her car along. Brie thought it was perfect that she could see her car at eye-level while sitting in the living room so she’d have no worries about what might happen to her car. Though it wasn’t the nicest-looking of neighborhoods, it was quiet and seemed pretty Bodrum Escort safe. Behind the couch that faced the TV along the long wall off of the dining room, was a sliding glass door that led to a small balcony on which he kept a small barbeque and nothing else. To the right of that was the hallway leading to a bathroom on the right, and then his daughter’s room directly at the end where the hallway makes an L-shape to the right to his room.

“I’m sorry my daughter isn’t here right now,” he apologized kindly, “It’s her mother’s weekend. I just thought it would be a good idea to meet you first before introducing you to her. She’s a sweet girl, but she’s shy, so I want to be able to tell her that she can trust you,” he explained humbly.

“I totally get it,” Brie replied. “May I?” she asks pointing at the old, rundown couch and he nodded, taking a seat in his one recliner. “Is that her?” She asked, pointing at a portrait of a young, red-headed girl on the bookshelf.

“Yeah,” he answered fondly; Brie could tell he loved his daughter. She could also sense a bit of sadness in his voice; he was lonely, but didn’t make time to date because he was either afraid of getting his or his daughter’s heart broken, or he was too busy to even try looking.

Brie’s heart ached for him; he’s not a bad looking guy. He definitely had more of a dad bod, with a bit of a gut, but his face was kind with his full, red beard, plastic framed glasses that hid what she could just pick up as green or hazel eyes. His hair was long, about shoulder length, either by choice or lack of time or care to get it cut. His arms weren’t muscular like a body builder, but there was a little definition as if he had a physically demanding job. But what Brie noticed most, since he was wearing cargo shorts like a typical dad, were a nice set of calves with pale, white legs covered in red curly hair. She caught herself wondering how powerful those calves might be if he had her pinned to the wall, slamming into her tight, nineteen-year-old pussy.

Brie subtly shook her head and took a deep breath to refocus. “So, Jay, tell me about your daughter. What’s her name? What kind of things does she like?” Brie attempted to remain professional despite her strange attraction to this man twenty years her senior.

“She is a goofball once you get to know her,” he immediately began to describe his little girl. “She loves princesses, Anna and Elsa are her favorites obviously. She also loves Poppy from the Trolls movies. Her favorite colors are pink, purple and red, no, blue. No blue is her older sister’s favorite color. Hell, I don’t know, she changes it every day it seems,” he laughed and Brie joined him. “She loves fairies and unicorns, oh my god the unicorns,” he chuckled some more. “I have a good collection of movies she loves, so there’s plenty to keep her entertained,” he continued but Brie found herself beginning to fantasize about him, not in a sexual way this time, but actually picturing herself taking care of his daughter until he returned home from a long day at work and helping him relax while the three of them enjoyed a home-cooked meal together and…she had to stop herself right there. She’d just met this man and she was fantasizing about a life with him? What the fuck was wrong with her? She had to get out of there and quick. But then again, she began to think; what if this just meant that she was feeling empathy for him and was picking up on his needs and desires and it had nothing to do directly with her?

“So, what do you think?” he asked, bringing her attention back to reality.

“She sounds like a lovely girl,” Brie told him, though she spaced out the last half of what he was saying. “Tell me about yourself. What brought you to this area and so far away from your family?”

“My ex,” he stated simply. “I moved up here from Southern California to be with her and her two kids, and this was before Lilly was born,” he clarified. “She made herself out to be more conservative and religious like me, and then after a few years, she couldn’t keep up the act and is now a completely different person. I’ll say, she’s more authentic than she was before, but she’s not someone I would have ever wanted to be with. But, I didn’t want the divorce; I loved her kids, Lilly’s half-siblings, and I still do! They still call me dad whenever I get to see them,” he told her.

“She still lets you see them?” Brie asked him.

Jay shook his head sadly. “No, actually. While we were married, we’d started to become good friends with her first husband and his now new wife. But when things went to hell with my ex, I reconnected with them a few months later and have now become pretty close with them. They love my daughter like their own and I love their kids like my own. We’ve almost become like a family without our common ex. We have very similar stories of how things went to crap in our relationships with her, so because of that, we were able to bond. So, it’s Bodrum Escort Bayan through them I get to see Lilly’s siblings, my step-kids,” he explained.

“That’s incredible,” Brie praised him. “Not many people can say they’re friends with their ex’s ex,” she laughed and Jay chuckled with her.

“No, I guess not, but we do it for the kids and we really do have a good friendship,” he told her.

“So, what do you do for work?” she asked.

“I work for a sort of hardware store about forty minutes away. My shift is from seven to four, so if we decide to do this and you come here to watch her for me, I’d need you here by like six-fifteen to give me enough time to get to work,” he said, breaking down the important details for her.

“That’s pretty early, but at least you’re not out late,” she replied and then noticed the worried look on his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that that was too early for me; not at all. I’m a morning person and am usually up pretty early,” she quickly explained.

He chuckled nervously. “That’s good. I was hoping you’d be okay with those hours because the latest I can start, really, is seven-thirty and that’s with shortening my lunch. So, technically, you have a little window to be late, but not a huge one,” he chuckled.

Brie smiled at him. “I don’t see that being an issue, but to know that there’s a small cushion of time takes a little pressure off for sure,” she admitted to him.

“And what do you charge?” he asked.

“Well, a full-time service can charge anything from twenty-five to forty a day, and as you know, they’ll charge you for the full week just to hold a spot for your daughter for your specific days. I don’t think that’s fair, so since I’m just me and it’ll just be for your daughter, I’d charge you thirty a day but only for the days you need me. So, looking at the schedule you have for her, that’s only sixty to ninety a week. And we can work out the pay schedule to be with your paydays. How often do you get paid?” she asked him.

“I get paid every other week, so that’d be one-fifty a paycheck,” he said the math out loud.

“I can do that if you’re okay with it,” she said.

He sighs, looking worried about if he can afford it. “Things are tight with the economy right now, and as great of a deal that is compared to most daycares, I’m wondering if I can even afford that,” he leveled with her.

“Hmm,” she pondered with a hum. “I can probably lower it to twenty-five a day, and make it one-twenty-five each pay week for you,” she negotiated.

Pressing his fingers together over his face as he thought about it, he nodded and then stood up, offering his hand. “I can make that work,” he said as she shook his hand in response to seal the deal.

“Great! I’ll do up a contract tonight and bring it my first day! When do you need me to be here?” she asked him.

“My first day I’ll need you to be here will be this Thursday morning, but maybe come Wednesday night so you can meet Lilly,” he replied. “I don’t want her to freak out with a stranger in the house your first morning,” he reasoned with a chuckle.

“Sounds good! I’ll see you then!” she said and he walked her to the door.

Brie did as she promised and wrote up a contract that explained what her responsibilities would be and what her pay would be and how often payment would take place. Then that Wednesday evening he invited her to have dinner with them so they could have a good couple of hours for she and Lilly to get acquainted. When she arrived, she could already smell the dinner he was preparing for the three of them. She knocked on the door and a few seconds later,

Jay unlocked and answered, inviting her in to join them. The apartment was a little messier than it was two days prior as his daughter had been playing since they got home from work and school.

“Sorry about the mess. Lilly, pick up your toys, please!” he called for her.

“I’m still playing!” she argued from down the hall.

“Lilly! Get in here, now!” he demanded as he gestured to the breakfast bar where two wooden stools stood.

Lilly stopped frozen in her tracks as soon as she spotted Brie sitting at the bar while her dad returned to the kitchen to continue making dinner. From what she could see, he was cooking up a big pot of pasta while he cooked up chunks of chicken that he seasoned very well from the savory smell invading her nostrils.

“Hi, Lilly,” Brie said, leaving her small purse and the contract on the counter.

Lilly stared back at her silently, her bright red hair framing her pretty little face as she stared back at Brie with judgmental but gorgeous blue eyes. Brie briefly looked herself over; she wasn’t wearing anything provocative, just a simple pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, though the material clung to every inch of her slender body.

“My name is Brie, and it looks like I’ll be watching you while your dad goes to work during the day,” Brie told her.

She Escort Bodrum didn’t respond but looks around Brie at her father who was watching quietly from the kitchen. “Why can’t Mumu watch me?” Lilly asked.

Brie grinned at her dad over her shoulder; this child really didn’t like change.

“Mumu moved back to the east coast, so she can’t watch you anymore, sweetheart,” Jay answered. “We talked about this. I told you I was finding someone to watch you here while I go to work and this is who Daddy found,” he explained to her.

“Okay,” she said and then turned to go back to her rom.

“Not so fast, young lady,” Jay said and then reminded her to pick up her toys and take them back to her room.

With a heavy sigh, she did as she was told and cleaned up her mess without another argument.

“She’s adorable,” Brie complimented as she sat back at the counter. “Does she have a good relationship with her mother?” she asked and Jay nodded.

“She does; we have completely different worldviews, though. I’m more on the conservative side while her mother has become a leftwing nut. I mean,” he looked concerned that Lilly might have heard him. “Her mother is the complete opposite of me,” he corrected himself. “It’s in our divorce agreement that we won’t say anything negative about each other in front of Lilly; it’s the one thing we agree on so she doesn’t think there’s something wrong with her because of the things we might think about each other.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea to have in there,” Brie agreed.

“I do my best not to say anything negative, and rarely ever do. I try to save it for when she’s back with her mother. But I have no idea what’s said there,” Jay admitted.

“I guess the best you can do is do what you think is right and follow the rules and hope that her mother is doing the same thing,” Brie reasoned with him.

“Exactly,” he agreed and then took two bowls and a small plate from the upper cupboard to his right as he faced the stove.

He then drained the pasta into a colander he had waiting in the sink. Once the excess water is drained off of the pasta, he dumped it back into the large pot and then dumped a healthy amount of olive oil into the medium shell pasta and then dumped a bunch of seasoning into it before mixing it up. Then he did the same with the chicken, dumping the entire deep pan he’d been cooking it in into the pot and then he mixed the entire thing together with a large, black plastic spoon. Then he added a bag of steamed broccoli into the pot of pasta and chicken, mixing it all up again before scooping some onto the small plate for Lilly and then filled the two bowls for him and Brie.

“What would you like to drink? I have water, beer, a few sodas and juice,” he asked her.

“What kind of beer?” she asked. “As long as you don’t mind that I’m only nineteen,” she said.

“Oh, right, you’re not twenty-one yet,” he remembered.

Brie grinned at him. “What kind do you have?” she repeated the question.

“I have Guinness, a microbrew oatmeal stout, a couple Blue Moons and Bud Light, which I mostly have for cooking purposes,” he justified having the light beer.

“I’ll take a Guinness,” she answered.

After bringing their meals to the table, they talked about what kinds of things Lilly likes to do and she opened up to Brie pretty quickly during dinner. Jay was encouraged by how comfortable Lilly became with Brie, hoping this meant she’d be a good, and hopefully long-term babysitter. Possibly even be a help during the school year to get her to and from school, as long as it doesn’t interfere with her classes, of course.

When the meal was done, Jay got the bath started for Lilly and then told her he was going to walk Brie to her car but told her she’d be back in the morning to watch her tomorrow.

“Is she your girlfriend?” Lilly asked him and Brie giggled quietly in the other room.

Jay chuckled too. “No, she’s your new babysitter for this summer,” he replied. “So, don’t go telling your mom that I suddenly got a new girlfriend who’s watching you for me.”

“I’m gonna tell her,” she teased.

“Don’t you dare,” he threatened back playfully.

Brie couldn’t help but smile at how good of a dad he was. It made her wonder why he and his ex couldn’t work things out. It also made her wonder why he was still single. She decided he must not be looking for anyone.

“Just get in the bath, crazy,” he commanded her with laughter in his voice.

“Okay, cookoo,” she replied and he laughed at her.

“Cookoo face,” he responded to her and then rejoined Brie in the living room where she was standing, waiting for him to walk her out. “Ready?” he asked and she nodded, following him to the door.

Neither of them said anything until they reached the bottom of the stairs, and that’s where she was able to put together the layout of his apartment better. His kitchen and dining room were over the storage units/laundry facility; the living room was over his carport; she’d heard the bath running over the stairs; and from the looks of it, the bedrooms were over the double carport. He didn’t have neighbors below him to disturb; just the one on the other side of his wall.

“It’s a nice little place, isn’t it?” he asked her.

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