Scott Collins was your typical Spring Valley teenager. 5'9" with short sandy brown hair, the 18 year old had graduated last month in the middle of his high school class. Co-captain of the swim team, his record had been enough to get him a partial scholarship to State in the fall.
With only part of his education costs taken care of, a summer job was a must, just as it had been for the last three years. Scott was lucky enough to have had a steady summer job as a councilor at the local elementary school's day camp. The only drawback was that whatever he earned at that job was quickly swallowed up by his college fund.
Spending money for sports, dates and such had to be earned through odd jobs on weekends. These usually took the form of yard work, painting and minor house repairs, the same sort of work the young men of Spring Valley had done over the summer since their father's days. Consequently, the competition for these jobs were fierce.
As he neared the end of his senior year, Scott had racked his brain trying to come up with a want ad for the local bulletin boards that would make his services stand out more than everyone else's. But try as he could, he couldn't really come up with one. The honest truth was that there were a lot of guys better at that kind of work than he was. He was looking at a bleak summer.
All that had changed last May when Scott stopped by to visit Susie Kellerman as she was baby-sitting one night. It occurred to him that she was making more than he ever did breaking his back and doing a lot less in return. In a way, she wasn't doing anything that he didn't do with his councilor's job. If he could find a way to present it the right way, he could do the same thing. All he needed was to find the right niche.
Then it came to him. Watching newborns and toddlers was out of the question. Even if he could convince parents that he could be trusted with their care, that wasn't something he wanted to be responsible for. No, he would restrict his services to pre-teen and teenage boys. It would be just like summer camp. In fact it would be even better since inevitably the kids went to bed soon after he got there. All he really had to do was be there in case the house caught fire or anything like that.
The idea took off like wildfire. What young boy wanted some sissy girl to watch him when they could have an older guy come over and hang out. It was like not having a baby-sitter at all.
Six weeks after he posted the notice, Scott had done nine baby-sitting jobs. Tonight he was at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was the third time he'd sat for them, they seemed to have a function to go to almost every Friday night. They were already his favorite customers.
The reason the Fitzgeralds were his favorites were several. First of all, they paid real well. Even including a bonus, when like tonight, they would be out until after midnight. Secondly, their two sons were eight and ten, well behaved and went right to bed when told. Finally, they had cable television, a full refrigerator and let him have full access to both.
Putting his cold can of coke down next to the bowl of popcorn, Scott played again with the television's remote control. That was another reason he loved the Fitzgerald house. Not many people had a 60" projection television - at least not in this town.
"Damn, 77 channels and I can't find anything interesting." the young man said to himself as his clicked past channel after channel.
Scott was about to resign himself to watching some old sitcom when he remembered that the Fitzgeralds also had a rather good video tape collection. He'd watched one on his first time here. Moving to the cabinet, he hoped they'd gotten something new.
By the time he'd gone though the third drawer, it was obvious they hadn't. The fourth draw had a lock on it and had been locked the last time. This time to his delight it had been left open.
"Jackpot!" Scott exclaimed as he opened the draw.
His eyes opened wide as he saw the draw was full of an assortment of adult movies. Quickly he ran his fingers across the titles. Taboo Sex, Asian Heat, Lesbian Lust, Anal Delight. It was a young man's dream. Dared he watch one?
Scott glanced up at the clock, it was quarter to twelve. The Fitzgeralds weren't due back until at least twelve-thirty. He could at least watch a little of one.
But which one? He ran his fingers across the boxes one more time until he came to an unmarked one in the back. Intrigued, he chose that one. The box was plain black without any label, the video inside was also unmarked but it was all white instead of the normal black.
"Hey, if it was locked up it must be good." he thought to himself as he pushed it into the VCR and dropped back onto the couch.
The giant television screen went black for a few moments, time Scott took to glance up at the stairway leading to the second floor. Billy and Mark had been sound asleep for hours and there was no reason to think they'd wake up now. Beside, you couldn't see the screen from the stairs. If for some unknown reason they did get up, he could hit the remote before they came down the stairs.
The dark screen suddenly came to life with a view of a nondescript bedroom. Scott's first impression was that it was a hotel room and that the picture looked like it was originally filmed with an old movie camera and then transferred to video. It had the same quality as some of his parent's home movies that had been copied like that.
Suddenly a tall long haired brunette backed into the picture. Her back was to the camera and she was dressed in a pair of green panties and bra. The woman spread her legs and shook her backside at the unseen cameraman. Still hiding her face, she began to dance to some music that began to play. Scott didn't recognize the tune but it sounded pretty old.
"This is pretty lame." Scott thought as he watched for a few minutes. He's seen better stuff on HBO and considered getting another tape. Wondering at the same time why anyone would have bothered saving such a film.
He was about to hit the rewind button on the remote when the brunette spun around and lifted her hands to her ample breasts and shook them as well. The cameraman then zoomed in for a tight shot of her bouncing boobs.
"Well, enough of this." Scott remarked as he placed his finger on the stop button.
Suddenly the camera view moved up from the woman's generous endowments and focused on her smiling face. The remote fell from Scott's fingers as he stared in shock.
"Holy shit!" he whispered.
He couldn't believe it, but the resemblance was unmistakable. She was a lot younger, thinner and the hair much longer, but the woman on the screen was Diane Fitzgerald.
"Oh wow." Scott said, his voice returning as the poor quality image held his total attention.
The younger Diane began to bump and grind more and more to the soft music of the soundtrack, massaging her breasts as she moved. Then with a flourish, she removed the skimpy bra, exposing her nipples to the viewer. The camera moved in even closer as her fingers played with her nipples, causing them to grow stiff and hard.
