"Hurry up Honey; we don't want to be late for the play." Kevin was standing in the doorway adjusting his tie and making a few last minute adjustments to his tuxedo. It had been a few years since the last time he'd been able to take in a musical and everybody who'd seen Wicked had simply raved about it.
"Coming!" Susan appeared at the top of the stairs in her signature little black dress. Her black opened toed heels were hooked through her purse strap. Her dark brown, very nearly black hair was pulled up into a tight bun on the back of her head. That combined with her rectangular rimmed glasses made her look like the sexy librarian from eighties or nineties soft core porn. Kevin smiled warmly at his wife. "Well how do I look?"
He knew what he wanted to say. Kevin wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful sexiest woman he'd ever seen. It wouldn't have been a lie if he'd told his nearly forty five year old wife that. Well it would have been a lie but the lie was that he suddenly didn't care much about going to see some play based on 'The Wizard of Oz'. He wanted to rush up the stairs apologize for ripping her favorite dress on her way to the bed room and ravage her until neither on of them could move.
Only three things stopped him from doing just that. The first being his wife wanted to see 'Wicked' more than he did and the front row tickets had cost over three hundred dollars and that was before the hotel room he'd reserved so they could stay out the night. The second was his son was home and the paper thin walls offered little in the way of privacy. Kevin could still remember when he'd come home from college June 25th 1989 and heard the coupling of his way too old to be sexual active parents. The final reason was that he'd ordered something extremely special for his son.
He'd ordered him a babysitter.
The Babysitter Sluts were something of an urban legend around the city of Sunridge. If it was to be believed there was a group of college age girls who'd discovered that there was a lot of money to be made with a combination of actual babysitting and prostitution. Sometimes they showed up early, left late or accepted a ride home from daddy and made sure he was one hundred percent satisfied with their service. More often though they were called to house sit with young adults whose parents didn't trust them not to get too rowdy in their absence. In those cases they'd find a way to keep the rowdy young men in line.
At first Kevin, like most people, assumed that it was just a rumor. It wouldn't be the only salacious rumor about promiscuous behavior amongst Sunridge's residents. He could think of at least a half dozen others like supposedly there was a Book Club that was just a cover for women to lez out with their friends. He'd heard one about a secret rape fetish club that could supposedly deliver anybody you wanted if the price was right. There was even a story that the upper crust of Sunridge's population regularly went into the slums for raunchy sex in back alleys. And those were just the realistic rumors.
The Babysitter Sluts however were very real which Kevin learned when his best friend, Trent, had decided to use their services prior to a night of poker. He claimed that he'd stumbled onto the Babysitter Sluts while looking for an actual babysitter for his eleven year old son. When she asked if he'd like her to show up early or leave late he'd told her early was better. He wasn't planning on needing a babysitter after he got back from the game. When she'd arrived she'd asked where his son was and when he told her Peter wouldn't be home half an hour at the earliest. She'd immediately slipped out of her dress and kissed him. Having been divorced for two years Trent went right along with it after the initial shock. He'd passed on the story to the guys at the table. More importantly he'd passed out the business cards for 'Babysitters United'.
Kevin had been skeptical at first but he figured it couldn't do any harm to call them just in case it wasn't a prank. When he called he got a young woman named Lilly who asked him a lot of fairly standard for a babysitting service. How many children where there, what were the ages, how long would he need their service? Then came a few slightly unusual questions. She wanted to know if there was a wife in the picture and if he needed the sitter to show up early or be prepared to stay later while he settled in. Finally she started asking a chain of questions that seemed to raise the temperature in the room. She wanted to know if he had any personal preferences in his sitter. Should she be tall or short, curvy or slender, tits or ass, blonde or brunette. He hung up mid way through the interrogation too embarrassed to continue on.
Kevin's mind immediately went to his eighteen almost nineteen year old son and immediately a plan started to form. It was a long standing tradition amongst the men in his family for the dad to purchase the son's first woman. His father had almost enjoyed telling the stories of how Grandfather had taken him to the local brothel and paid for a night with a black woman with a name he couldn't quite pronounce. In turn he'd taken Kevin to a special club just outside Vegas where Kevin had been introduced to the pleasures of the Orient. His wife had expressly forbid him from carrying on the misogynist legacy of his forefathers but that had never stopped him from thinking about it and here was a plan literally delivered from upon high.
Susan still didn't really trust her boy alone in the house. It might have been because she still remembered when she left him alone when he was ten and he'd let the dog in the house because it was raining outside. I might have been because of the time when he was ten and she'd left for an hour and come back to find that he'd used a pair of sheets to try to clean up the bottle of orange juice he'd spilled. It might have been when he was fifteen and he and his friends had gotten together for an all night get together that had resulted in a seriously sick cat because nobody had put up the pizza at night. At any rate Kevin wasn't going to have to push much to convince her that someone needed to protect the house from Jason.
That was a little more than a month ago.
"You look amazing my dear." Susan came scampering down the steps lightly brushing his cheek with a kiss as she passed. "Yeah we should get going."
"What about the sitter?" The doorbell rang as if to answer her question.
Susan answered the door. She knew that against her wishes her husband had hired a female babysitter but the sight of her put Susan at ease. She'd expected her husband to have hand picked some leggy, big tit blonde who'd show up dressed like it was an eighties horror flick in her short shorts and half shirt. Instead here was a demure little thing. She was maybe a hair over five feet tall. She her vaguely almond shaped and hued eyes were hidden behind square rimmed glasses. The girl had her hair pulled away from her face and into a cute twist on the back of her head. It was a bit difficult to get a gauge on her build between her sweat pants and baggy shirt but she didn't look like a strumpet here to fuck her son. She looked like a college girl who needed a place way from the dorm to study for a few hours. She'd even brought a backpack no doubt filled with books. "Hi, I'm Rin." The girl extended her hand and stopped just shy of meeting the statuesque brunette's gaze. Susan took the petite woman's hand noting quickly what tiny fingers Rin had.
"Hello Rin, glad you could make it." Kevin said quickly looking her over. He thought he detected the hint of a smile. "Well me and the missus will be out over night, there's a twenty on the fridge for pizza. He shouldn't be much trouble to keep in mind just don't let him have any friends over or anything crazy. Everything else you need is on the fridge so just make yourself comfortable and the guest room is next to the bathroom but you can have Kevin show you to it." Rin nodded barely dodging out of the way before the couple trampled her on the way to their BMW.
