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It was a warm, June morning. I was in my bedroom, searching for some summer jobs on the Internet since I had just finished my first year at college. I was a freshman, now turning sophomore at the University of Southern California studying Business Finance and Law. I always had a dream of becoming a corporate lawyer in the near future, and I was going to pursue that dream. I held a prestigious law internship. I had received this during my freshman year at USC. I am 20 years old, and I desperately need a new temporary job, since the internship was only valid for when I was in school. I then finally found some luck! I saw the ad, on a local babysitting site, and it stated that a couple that went by the name of Stephen and Alexia Hazelwood; we're looking for a babysitter. I browsed through the profile, and it stated that the couple was in their early 30's. They had two sons, Ethan, who was four years old, and Cody, who was 5.
I quickly picked up my iPhone and began dialling the area code. I then noticed the address in which their home was located and saw that it was in Beverly Hills! "Oh My God," I thought to myself, they must be extremely wealthy! "Of course they are, hell they live in Beverly Hills for god's sake!" The phone began ringing, and it quickly went into voicemail. "Hi, you've reached the Hazelwood's. We are unable to come to the phone, right now but please leave your name, number, and a brief message and we will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you." The voicemail box said. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hazelwood, my name is Darcy and I am calling about the babysitting job in which you posted online. And so, that we can further discuss if I can be the right candidate to take care of your children. Thank you." I then hung up the phone and forgot to notice how hot, Mr. Hazelwood, sounded on the answering machine. I was already eager for a phone call back.
It was not very long until I heard back from Mr. Hazelwood himself. I was so anxious, yet excited and picked up the phone almost hesitantly.
"Hi is this Darcy?" He said in a friendly, yet seductive voice.
"Hi, this is She, may I ask who is calling?" "Hi Darcy, this is Stephen Hazelwood, you left my wife and I, a message stating about the babysitting job, well we would like you to stop by later tonight, so we can chat about your potential job offer." He said invitingly.
"Thank you, very much Mr. Hazelwood, I appreciate it. I can most certainly come over to your residence tonight. What time works for the both of you?" I asked innocently.
"How does 7:30 sound?" He said enticingly.
"7:30? That's perfect! I look forward to meeting you both." I said with utter excitement.
"Excellent. See you then, Darcy." He said, in a mischievous tone.
"Goodbye Mr. Hazelwood. Take Care." I immediately ended the call to avoid anymore nonchalant flirting with Mr. Hazelwood. I knew that he was married, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin a possible job offer.
It was 5:30 by now and their house was located in the best and prime location of Los Angeles, Beverly Hills! My god, I was so excited to drive there, especially at that time, just when the sun is about to set, Beverly Hills never disappoints with its captivating sunsets. My parents and I were living in a modern apartment located in Los Angeles, just about 30 minutes from their residence. I quickly began to pick out an outfit, obviously not too revealing since I would be meeting his wife as well, but it did not mean, that I could not be a little flirtatious with my outfit. I picked out a rather modest, yet sexy black and white flower printed dress that stopped just above my knees and to accompany it I threw on my favorite pair of white converse. I kept my hair down; it was rather wavy and curly and proceeded to put just a bit of makeup on so I could look presentable in front of the couple and their sons. I was always content with my features, being half Iranian and half American; I always adored my olive skin, dark brunette wavy hair, and light brown eyes. I was a bit on the curvier side, but I kept in great shape by running and taking cycling classes to keep me in shape. I stood at 5'6 and took a glance at myself in my full-length mirror one last time before heading out the door.
My parents had just bought me my very first, real car. I had a beat up one since I left D.C. 2 years ago, a 2002 Volkswagen Passat in a mint green color. My parents were always so generous to me and invested for me to get a 2015 BMW coupe, and you can imagine how excited I was when I got my car. My beamer was beautiful it was a dark blue navy color, with black interior leather seats and a large sunroof. I quickly hopped in, put on my Spotify playlist, and proceeded to drive down towards Beverly Hills. I then finally reached the neighborhood, in which the Hazelwood's lived in. I was glancing around at the huge mansions and was in awe. Never in my life, had I seen such amazing architecture. I finally reached my destination; the house was beyond amazing, modern and breathtaking. I noticed one black range rover and one dark blue range rover, as well as a black Porsche boxer. "Wow!" I thought to myself. "Thank god my car isn't so shitty now." I parked my car, right behind the black range rover, and got out. I glanced at my iPhone and saw that it was 7:25, I then proceeded to walk toward their door and was admiring the beautiful, modern surroundings and could not believe that I may have a possibility of getting this job.
I rang the doorbell and waited patiently until Mrs. Hazelwood opened the door. In the back of my mind, I had hoped to get the job because it was amazing pay and this location was beyond anything I had ever seen! Not to mention, seeing Stephen, I mean Mr. Hazelwood quite frequently.
"Hello, Darcy!" "Stephen and I have been expecting you!" She said, in a welcoming and warm voice. Alexia was at most 32 years old; she was beautiful. Brunette hair like mine, curly and slightly wavy, in which she had in a ponytail since it was hot outside. She stood at 5'9, with piercing blue eyes, and a warm smile. She was wearing an Alexander Wang dress, which must have cost her nearly 4,000 dollars, but hell she was rich! Her shoes were black Christian Louboutin pumps, yes, the red bottoms that cost nearly 1,500 dollars. I stood at the door slightly intimidated, but then I was invited in. I felt welcomed, and slightly misjudging of Mr. and Mrs. Hazelwood. I thought they would be ignorant and stuck up, like a majority of Beverly Hills is, but hey I was wrong, and I slowly began to feel more at ease.
Alexia guided me through the modern style mansion; I could not stop looking at it was way too gorgeous, to miss. Chances were I would never see a sight like this ever again, except in my dreams. I walked over to the kitchen and sat down at the barstool. Mr. Stephen Hazelwood welcomed me, with a warm and welcoming smile. He was handsome, just as I had imagined him. He was 6 feet tall, with Blonde; Wavy tussled back hair, and as his wife, Alexia's hypnotizing sea green and blue eyes. He was wearing a rather nice pair of expensive dark blue jeans, and a white polo shirt that was just slightly unbuttoned at the top, so I could see how the shirt fit his masculine and fit body. He was wearing a pair of Oxford circular glasses and a pair of black dress shoes. All I could think of was tearing off his clothes and making sweet love to this gorgeous man. I could feel my pussy start to throb, and quickly remembered that I was wearing lacey red thong. He smiled almost instantaneously, at me and began slightly examining my figure, very discreetly. I kept it to myself, and by this time my thong was soaking wet. All throughout the interview, I could slowly see Stephen examining all aspects of me. My hair, smile, eyes, my body, you name it. Of course, I was flattered, but it seemed like he did not care that his wife was next to him conducting the interview. I was a little shy and reserved but oh man, I had another wild side to me behind closed doors.
Halfway through the interview, The Hazelwood's asked me if I wanted a drink, they knew I was young but at this point I really needed one. Stephen then proceeded to grab a bottle of sparkling wine. I was thrilled, but I notified them that I could not have more than one glass since I was driving by myself.
"Here" Mr. Hazelwood, said as he poured me a glass of the bubbly concoction.
"Thank you, Mr. Hazelwood," I said willingly.