Seducing The Nanny
By Amanda Martinez
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Chapter 1
Ashley
“I need a bit more than a babysitting job, Denise. I need to pay my tuition and I don’t think a couple of dollars an hour is going to cut it.”
“It’s not like it used to be. You make good money doing it now. Especially if you go to that website I was telling you about. They are willing to pay more than you would think.”
That got my attention and I asked her if she had tried it before.
“Yeah, a couple of times. I always find a job there if I need a little extra money.
I wish I didn't have to worry about tuition so much. Denise had a full ride scholarship and she didn't quite get the stress of it. While she was talking about making a few dollars to go out a couple of times a week, I needed thousands of dollars pretty quickly. My parents were helping me with tuition, but they were having money troubles and they basically told me that I had to figure it out myself.
I had less than two months to come up with the tuition and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to do it. I certainly didn't think I was going to be able to do it making money babysitting. The only good thing that I had going on at the moment was the fact that I didn't have classes because it was summer. But the last thing that I wanted to do was have to go home because I couldn't come up with the money. I had to figure out something out.
“You know that you can apply for scholarships and stuff. You get pretty good grades. I bet that you could figure something out.”
“Yeah, I am looking into that now. Now that I have my first two years behind me, I was hoping to find some sort of financial aid. If my parents didn't make as much as they do, then I would have to worry about it.”
I knew that Denise felt bad, but she was also worried about if I was going to come up with my part of the rent or not. I told her that I was, even though I didn't know how I was going to do it. Rent was due in two weeks, so I had to take care of that first. There was no way that I was going to live on campus in one of those tiny dorms, even if I did have the money to do it.
“I will check out that website and see what I can come up with. When I babysat before when I was a teenager, I think I made like twenty bucks for three or four hours. That isn't going to cut it.”
“You just have to be positive Ashley. That's all there is to it. Something is going to happen, I just know it.”
She was always so positive, and I wish that I felt the same way. At the moment, I did not have a bunch of positivity in me. All I was feeling at the moment was stressed, knowing that I was going to have to leave school. There was no way that I was going to be able to do anything with an accounting degree that was only an Associates. I needed at least a Bachelors if I wanted to get any kind of decent job. Really, I need a Masters.
Denise waved goodbye and went out for the night. I couldn't afford to go out and instead I stayed at home, searching through the ads in the newspaper. I circled a couple of the jobs, a few of them at a restaurant. I knew that none of them were going to pay what I really needed. I needed to make a lot of money, really fast.
After I fixed my resume, I printed out a couple of copies that I planned to take with me tomorrow when I went looking for a job. I finally got a moment to check out the website that she was talking about, so sure that there was no way it was going to help me. It just didn't seem like the kind of job that was going to pay that well, not to mention that the hours I would have to work we're not even possible. I wasn’t great at math, but it didn’t seem to add up.
When I got on the website, I was a little surprised at some of the hourly rates that they were offering. Some of them were up to $20 an hour and I couldn't believe it. I figured that it must be a typo, or it must be a family that had ten kids. It seems like a lot, but if it meant that I could get my tuition done and paid for before the new semester started, I was willing to watch the Addams family if I had to at this point.
A couple of the job postings were local, and I noticed that they were in the rich part of town. The college town that I lived in was broken up into two sides. One side was the college side, that had a lot of cheaper housing and a lot of clubs. The other side of town, on the other side of the railroad tracks, was more for the posh people. I certainly wasn't one of them, but I didn't mind working for one if it meant that I could stay in school.
I wrote down a couple of numbers and told myself that I would call in the morning. It was too late to do so tonight, and I went to bed with a little more hope than when I started. Maybe Denise was right. Maybe everything would work out.
I was just about to go to sleep, before I got a call from Duane. He was my boyfriend for the last year or so and he still have the worst timing ever.
“Hey Duane, what's up?”
“Nothing baby, I was just seeing what you were doing. I was hoping that you would come out tonight, but I see that you stayed in.”
I looked down in my pajamas and I kind of chuckled to myself. I was the worst college student ever. While everyone else was living their full life and going out to parties, drinking, having fun, I was the one that was in my room, going to bed at nine o'clock. It wasn't that I didn't like all of those things, but I was far more worried about my studies. I had taking extra classes the last couple of semesters so that I could get out of here sooner, because I really just didn't belong here. Sometimes I felt a little older than everybody else, or at least a little more mature.
“Yeah, I need to find a job. What are you doing?”
“You know that I will help you if you need it. All you have to do is ask, Ashley.”
I didn't even comment on that because he didn't seem to get it. Duane came from money, he was from the other side of the railroad tracks and to him, money was nothing. It certainly wasn’t that way for me and it was hard for me to hear him talk about it sometimes.
“I am fine Dwayne, really. You don't have to worry about it. Denise was telling me about a couple of places to check out tomorrow. “
“So, are you down for the night?”
He was asking me if he could come over. Duane wanted to be around me all the time, and I just didn't get it. I was more of an introvert and I liked a little bit of quiet. I needed space. Duane was loud and the opposite of that, most of the time, I didn't think tonight was one of those times.
“I think so. It is getting late.”
“It's only 9:30, Ashley. I'm starting to think that you don't want to see me.”
If that was what he was thinking, he would be right. I just wanted to stay in and chill out. It had been a long day and the last thing I wanted to do was stay up all night with him. But by the tone of his voice and the way he kept asking, I knew that it would just be easier to go along with it.
“Come on over for a while if you want Duane, but just know that I'm not staying up all night. I have to h
it the streets early in the morning and try to find a job.”
“Alright Babe, I'll be there in a minute.”
When he said that he was going to be there in a minute, he wasn't lying. The next thing that I know, he is knocking on the door and I am getting up. I didn't get to brush my hair, put make-up on or anything. He always told me that he liked me natural. I hoped that it was true because that was what he was getting.
I answered the door for him and he immediately pulled me into his arms. His lips were on my mine, and I could feel the need bubbling up inside of him. It was rather clear what he wanted tonight, and I couldn't blame him because it had been a couple of days.
“Do you want to get something to drink?”
“No, all I want to do is get you in bed Ashley.”
It was as I thought it would be and I tried not to be too irked by it. I know that he was just trying to be nice, but at the end of the day, he was just horny. He had been partying all night and I could taste the liquor on his breath. That usually didn't bode well for a good night of pleasure. He got sloppy and it was happening more than usual. Too much for my taste.
Chapter 2
Ashley
There was nothing that I could do, but go with it. Duane was pushing me back towards the bedroom and I just let him. By the time we got past the threshold, I was just as hot for it as he was. It had been several days and sometimes it felt like too long. Duane had a very high sex drive and I had gotten used to it. After a year of having sex almost every day, a couple of days without it seemed like forever.
He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me rather quickly. His lips were pressing against mine and then they moved to my neck. He knew that it was my sensitive spot and I shivered with his touch. His hands were all over my body and for a moment, it felt like they were everywhere all at once. While Duane was usually very crafty in the bedroom, when he was drinking it was another story altogether. Then, it was just more like a hit or miss situation. As horny as I was and in need of some pleasure, I hoped that hadn’t had too much to drink.
The next thing I knew, I was dripping wet. The way he touched me and the way my body knew him so well, it obviously knew what was going to come next. I was scrambling underneath him, and my body was in overdrive. He was pulling my shorts off and then my panties, not worrying about make shirt.
This wasn't going to be a session where he took his time and got me ready. He didn't need to because I already was.
I lifted my hips and help him to get his own shorts off. He was already rock hard, and I liked the way it looked against my skin. It was a sight that I never got sick of seeing and I closed my eyes and gasped when he pushed inside of me. He just felt so familiar and I let out a sigh of relief. This is what I'd been waiting for days.
“Damn you feel good Ashely. I mean, really fucking good.”
I ignored his words and arched my back to seek him out. He was far more worried about kissing me and I was worried about feeling him slide inside of me, over and over again. It was all I could think of half the time when I was with him, I knew that I was with him for a very particular reason. We had met at a party and while I didn't think that we had much in common, we had slept together, and that had been enough.
“Shut up and fuck me Duane. I don't want to hear all your crap tonight.”
He chuckled at me and started fucking me harder. He was hitting bottom quite quickly and there was nothing I could do but hang on. Dwayne had a strange look in his eyes and it seemed like my words had tipped him over the edge. It didn't take long for me to come, screaming out his name as my body tightened up against him. It never did take very long with him. Most of the time, I was able to get several out before he got his first one in.
Tonight, was not the same though. As soon as I started to come again, he cursed me and then stopped suddenly. It wasn't like I hadn't come already, but the simple fact of the matter was that I was used to a little bit more. I was used to coming several times to his one and I felt like the ratio wasn’t too good tonight.
Duane pulled out of me, apologizing for being so quick, but I told him that it was okay.
“It always feels good with you Duane.”
It was the drinking, I knew that. He never was able to make it long when he was drinking, and he said something about giving him a few minutes and then we could do it again. I was tired, and I had to get up early the next morning, but I was in no way going to turn down a round two.
I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. Even though I told him time and again not to come in me, he always did. That is why I had to stay on birth control. He didn't like condoms and he didn't like to come anywhere else but inside of me. Duane said that's where it belonged, even though it left a mess.
I ended up taking a quick shower and by the time I got out, it must have only been a couple of minutes. He was passed out on my bed and I could tell by his snoring that I wasn't going to be able to wake him up. If I did, it wasn't going to do me any good.
Even though I had come, and it had felt good and everything, I still wanted more. I wasn't used to just once, or even twice. Duane had set the bar rather high and now I was looking at him like I wanted to slap him. I was in bed when he showed up, but now I was revved up and raring to go for more.
After a while I decided that he didn't have to be awake for me to get what I wanted. It didn't take long with me stroking his body and then his cock, to get it nice and hard just like I wanted it. It took even last time for me to slide my leg on him and straddle his hips. I lowered myself down into his large meat and my head fell back with the pleasure. I don't know why, but Duane felt so fucking good inside of me.
Duane woke up a little bit and his hands went to my hips. He tried to rush me along, but I wanted it nice and slow. It was hard for him to maintain that speed himself when we were doing it, so this was one of the only times that I got a chance to do things my way. Undoubtedly, I loved the way it felt, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy it more than anything else. This was my way and I rode him slow and steady for a while, coming several times. Every time a wave would go over me, I would stop long enough for it to stop and then start up again.
I rode Dwayne for a while. I didn't stop until I couldn't move anymore. I had come so much, and he was covered. Every time I felt like he was going to get close to coming, I would stop and pull myself up long enough for him to chill out. I didn't want him to make a mess and since he was still not all the way awake, he would only make a groaning sound. Then he would groan when I moved back onto him. That might have been the sexiest thing about the whole situation.
After going back to the shower and taking another quick rinse off, I went into the bedroom and lay down next to him. I put the sheet between us so that I didn't get my own juices on me and I snuggled up under his chest. He shaved for swimming and I loved the way I felt against me. Duane was sort of my first real boyfriend, one that I would sleep with after a long night, and I couldn't imagine it any other way. I had just gotten so used to him.
It didn't take long for me to go to sleep. If nothing else, at least he got my mind off of tuition and the money that I needed to get for it. For a few moments, it was the last thing on my mind. That was the biggest gift of all because it had been wearing on my head and I was thankful for a good night sleep finally.
Chapter 3
Frank
“Come on Donna, it's time to get up.”
My daughter didn't want to get up and I told her that she had to. It was becoming increasingly hard to get her up in the morning and I knew that I had to find another live-in nanny pretty quickly. The mornings where hell on me, as they were on her. Neither one of us wanted to rush around at 6 o'clock in the morning and get her to the nursery, but that was the only choice right now.
“Why can't Maria just come back?”
“She just can't honey. Come on it's time to get up.”
I turned the lights on and she gave me a dirty look before making a huffing sound and getting
out of bed. She knew that I wasn't going to let her go back to sleep once that light was on, because I had already been in here three other times trying to get her up. It was getting to that critical point where we were going to be late if I didn't get her out of the bed, and the blinding light in her eyes worked every time. I felt bad about it, but I had to get to work.
I went downstairs and got another cup of coffee. One just wasn't going to do it today, because I'd been up all night going through paperwork for a client. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long day tomorrow as well.
It wasn't long before Donna was dragging ass down stairs. I felt bad for her, I really did. She had her blanket and pillow with her because she was going to sleep for another two hours before school. The situation that I had right now was not ideal at all. I missed Maria as much as she did, but it was hard to explain to Donna why. I wasn't even sure myself.
I just came home one day and she told me that she wasn't going to be in the next morning. She apologized a couple of times, but I wasn't sure why she was going. I had never learned much Spanish, only enough to talk to her about basic things, and she had never really learned any English. In the end, it hadn't been that hard to play charades, but whatever reason it was that made her leave, wasn't one of those things that could be explained with gestures. I think she had tried to explain it to me, but I still didn't know.
Going to grab the pop tart that was folded up in a napkin and she made a face at me.
“Maria used to make me breakfast every morning. I miss her omelets.”
Maria had been gone for almost three weeks now and Donna reminded me at least thirty times a day that she missed her. I was hoping that when I found another live-in that she would at least forget about Mary a little bit, but I was starting to wonder if that was going to happen or not. I had put listings in several websites and newspapers, but the only ones that were really into doing a live-in situation were over 60 and I didn't even know if they could get up the stairs by themselves. Donna was a bit of a handful and it was going to be the end of her term next week. I had to figure something out soon.
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