Idolized

Scene opens on Gabbie Carter walking into the house, Gabbie the babysitter who’s been showing up for a few months. Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley greet her like family. Tommy Pistol’s got an arm around Lauren Phillips while both of them rattle off the usual routine: raid the fridge, order whatever, phone the friends—Gabbie’s legal, they trust her. Then the little sting at the end: stay out of Tommy’s office, private papers, you know. Gabbie smiles, promises, wishes them a good night. Cut to title. Hours later she’s pacing, baby-monitor batteries dead. She’s hunted the whole place except the one room she was told to skip. She argues with herself, swears it’ll be a quick peek, pushes the office door open. Stops cold. A whole shelf crammed with her: her hoodie from last month, a hair sealed in glass, snapshots she never posed for, little things she left behind. Heart in her throat, she bolts. By the time the Kingsleys come home, Gabbie’s trying to look chill but her eyes keep flicking to Tommy. After some awkward small talk she asks if she can “talk to Lauren, girl stuff,” so Tommy excuses himself with a grin. Alone, Gabbie drags Lauren into the office, points at the shrine, voice shaking, insists it’s Tommy’s doing. Lauren just stares. Gabbie turns, and now Tommy’s blocking the doorway with the same calm smile. Before Gabbie can bolt they ease her into the living room, sit her down. They both admit it, they’re obsessed, they want her in every part of their life—including the bedroom. They say they already treat her like royalty when she babysits; imagine what it’ll be like when she’s their shared fuck. Gabbie hesitates, then confesses she’s always thought they were hot too, and with that the tension snaps straight into a filthy three-way. She’s about to find out exactly how deep their worship really goes.