Bitter Babysitter

Emma walked in the front door, face all scrunched up. Jupiter looked up from the couch, clocked the mood right away. “What happened, kid?” she asked. Emma flopped down and spilled it – the parents canned her on the spot because some nosy neighbor saw her and her girlfriend making out through the window and ratted her out. Every future gig? Canceled. Jupiter nodded, told her flat-out it was a dumb move to bring dates on the job. Emma groaned that she can’t help getting horny when the house goes quiet and there’s nobody around. Jupiter smirked like she’d just cracked the code. “Give me a couple days,” she said, and left it at that. Next job, Emma’s already half-asleep on the sofa when the doorbell rings. In walks Jupiter wearing nothing but a long coat and devil eyes. “Thought you could use some company,” she grinned, then popped the coat open to show off sheer black lingerie hugging every curve. Emma’s jaw dropped. Jupiter shrugged, laid it out plain: one good fuck in the middle of the night was a hell of a lot cheaper than lost wages and bad references. To the rest of the world, it’d just look like Mom checking up on her stepkid. Emma bit her lip, felt heat rush straight between her legs, and gave in before she could overthink it. They met in the middle of the couch, mouths hot and greedy. Emma ran her hands under the lace, found Jupiter already wet, while Jupiter teased her nipples through the thin top Emma wore. Soon coats and lingerie were a heap on the floor. Hands slid everywhere—fingers sliding in, tongues swirling, thighs shaking against the cushions. Moans got louder, then muffled against each other’s skin so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. By the time they finally collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied tangle, both of them knew one thing: this little babysitting duo just got a whole lot more fun.