Nanny with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  I heard my phone chime and glanced at it to see a blessed text from my best friend back home. I loved talking to Viv any chance I got, and I responded to her message with a text of my own. She was still in Carlsbad running a successful art gallery that featured some of her own amazing work and I was beyond proud of her.

  We talked about work and the latest artist that she was sleeping with while I waited for Nan. He was a few years younger than her twenty-eight years but an amazing human, according to Vivian. I knew that it wouldn’t last because things with her generally didn’t when it came to relationships. I was the timid one that was scared to jump into a relationship from one bad experience and she just danced from one man to the next. We were different all around, but I couldn’t live without her free spirit and mind in my life. I was just planning a weekend there when I heard the sliding glass door, telling her that I’d call her later. I turned to Nan and asked how she liked the house, longing to leave her right there in the driveway and find her another agent.

  “It didn’t have the master bath that I’m looking for. I want a bigger tub and shower.” Her face couldn’t show her emotions that her voice conveyed because of the work she had done, but I understood it. I’d seen the bathroom. It had amazing sunken tub and shower big enough for three and to me, it would be a dream bathroom. In fact, my bathroom would fit inside of it with room to spare. What the hell did she want?

  I pulled up some more houses on my tablet, showing them to her before making the drive. Nan had a clear idea what she wanted, though it seemed to change frequently. Her eyes lit up at a beach front home in Newport Beach and I asked her if she wanted to look at it. This sale would give me a great paycheck and that’s what I held onto through the more difficult clients. I moved here to make something of myself and grow in the busy, bustling city. When she said that she did, Nan asked if I would drive her since the mansion that she was renting was so close to here. She could leave her car at home and just ride with me. She even offered me dinner on the way home and I geld in the groan. It would be a good meal at one of the finest places in LA, but not fun. When she mentioned Cameron joining us with a friend of his, I told her that I had to meet up with a work friend when I was finished here. I didn’t want anyone setting me up. I had a boyfriend back in Carlsbad that that ended badly when he cheated on me and all our friends knew before I did.

  That was a lot of my reason for a fresh start. I knew that I could probably date a different guy every night here but that wasn’t my jam. I wasn’t a virgin, but I also wasn’t a slut or anywhere near close to it. I was just a twenty-three-year-old that was trying to make something of herself.

  “Are you sure? It would be so fun, and he has some gorgeous friends!” Nan gushed as I got into my car. “You’re such a pretty girl, Leila. You should be out there dating.”

  “I am just focused on work so far. You must work hard to make a name for yourself here. You know that.” I told her as I started my car and rolled down the window, agreeing to meet her at her house and drive the rest of the way. I backed and out and made my way first, turning on my music for the few moments I had to myself as I sang along to the song.

  I thought about Viv and my mom back in Carlsbad. Dad passed away when I was younger, and Mom worked hard to help us survive, both as a waitress and a graphic designer from home. I admired her so much and missed her, but I got a great opportunity to sell homes here through a connection in San Diego and I went for it. I just wanted to help my mom out the way she did me for so many years. She was amazing.

  I moved here and got the apartment through a colleague and hit the salon immediately. I got my hair cut into some manageable curls and highlighted it with some warm caramel shades to compliment the natural brown color. I went to Sephora and got a brand-new makeup collection and clothes to fit my career with the cash that I saved up working at the art gallery in Carlsbad. I put too much into this to not keep trying and Nan was going to be a great paycheck and with her referral to friends, I’d have even more clients. It seemed like a lot of her friends were getting divorced and looking for new places.

  I never wanted to get married and stuck with anybody. I just wanted to support myself as best I could. I turned onto Nan’s street and parked in her driveway as she walked over in her heels, chatting on her phone.

  CHAPTER 3

  Lance

  I went into the studio the following day in the afternoon after a strenuous workout. I kept myself in shape because in this industry, I could be easily replaced. I wanted to be the best-looking actor in the best shape, so I’d keep working. Hell, I might even get hired in regular films though not too many people were that lucky here. The industries seemed to stay separate even with the billions that they both brought in.

  Not that the celebrities weren’t aware of who I was and eager to date me. I’d slept with a lot of models and actresses over the last few years, but we didn’t spend a lot of time out in public together. The cameras were everywhere and being seen with me would get people talking, but they were wild in the bedroom.

  I was going to be filming a threesome today with a couple new actresses for a movie that revolved around the plot of an orgy, if you could call it a plot. We all know that porn doesn’t have a realistic plot with any real believability and I made a fortune on the popularity of it.

  I went to my dressing room and the woman fixed me up for the screen, highlighting some of my finer points as she flirted with me. I hated a lot of people in this industry because they were fake and stupid, but I played along as she rubbed my body and complimented me on my muscles. She’d do me right here and now if I wanted her to and I watched the blonde in the mirror as she oiled my arms and back, her eyes dropping to the bulge in my boxers. It was impressive, and I dropped them when asked so she could oil my ass. I walked to the set where a bed was in the center of the room, big and covered with red, satin sheets and complete with posts as I smirked. The porn that I did involved a little bit of everything without being too hardcore since I wasn’t willing to settle for one genre, feeling like I made more doing a variety of films.

  “Lance. Good to see you.” Brianne was the director today and I smiled at her as I glanced at the women behind her, wearing skimpy lingerie as that stared at me. Pretty girls but I didn’t find a lot that stood out ten years into this job. It really was work with the people on the set; a perfect combination of moans and thrusting.

  “Bri, I know this is going to be a good one,” I greeted her as she glanced back at the girls, telling them to move to the bed. The scene started with them sitting in the bed, barely dressed, and drinking wine as they had some stupid conversation before I wandered into the bedroom from the party going on in the rest of the house. From there, things moved fast, and I would alternate between pleasuring one while the other worked on my, leading up to sex with both. It was going to be hot and quite the popular genre with the addition of ties and handcuffs for me to use on them both.

  I watched as they took their places, chatting about the party and some of the guests as they giggled and flirted with each other. I strolled in, acting drunk as I asked what their names were, leaning on the bed in just a pair of shorts.

  My name on this film would get views. I was the top actor in porn right now and good at my job, though I thought about doing something else sometimes.

  I leaned in as the girls kissed, fingering them both as they moaned loudly. They were both wet as their tongues danced together and I knew that this was going to be easy as I focused on their swollen clits. I told them to get the clothes off and it was on as I kissed the brunette hard, bruising her lips as I felt the blonde rip my shorts down and grip my cock.

  I was known for getting and staying hard until the job was done. I was only twenty-eight with years to go and I pushed the brunette down to the bed as I started stroking her again as the camera zoomed in on the shot. A good orgasm was a great close up and I skillfully maneuvered a scream from her lips as Brianne moved back with the camera, so the blonde could drop t
o her knees and suck my cock. The brunette watched us as she slipped a hand between her legs to masturbate, spreading them wide to show the camera her glistening pussy. We were perfectly placed for the filming and from there I moved to eat the blonde out, making her scream within a few moments.

  It didn’t sound like they were faking it and fuck if she didn’t soak my lips with her juices. I pushed her legs back and moved up her body to suck her tit, biting her nipple as the brunette moaned softly. Brianne moved the camera to her as I slipped a condom on and told the blonde to get on her knees for me. I was going off script a bit but that wasn’t a problem when I was on set. I knew what looked good and once she was over and her tight ass was raised for me, I smacked her ass as she cried out, playing it up for the camera as her body jerked forward as she did the same. I did that a few more times before plunging into her as she cried out and gripped the slippery sheets. I fucked her slowly at first and then harder and faster as the brunette moved to the front of the blonde to offer her slick cunt.

  I fucked the blonde hard as she bent over the other woman and cleaned up her pussy. I knew that Brianne had the best shot of this as I worked her, feeling her loose around me as I realized that this would get worse. She would be fucked my so many guys and every sex toy under the sun and it ruined women in this industry. I used to sleep with girls off-set but now I wanted just the average slut in a bar for the night or a celebrity. I wanted to keep work separate from my personal life and I gripped the blonde’s hips as I fucked her hard and fast, sliding in too easily. This forced her against the brunette who cried out with the feeling of her mouth against her pussy. I wasn’t even sure if she was really working the other girl with the way that I was going at it, but I didn’t fucking care.

  I moved faster as moans filled the air and knew that I wasn’t going to be coming today. Not with these two. I faked it, roaring into the room as I jerked slower before dropping to my back to the brunette could climb over me to fuck me as the blonde fondled her tits. She wasn’t great, but I faked it for her as she rocked back and forth, too wet, and loose to feel anything real. We moved to a different position and kept the scene going as the fake party sounds filtered into the room, and I used the binds on them as they gave in to the pleasure that I was giving them.

  After a couple of hours, we were finished, and I pushed myself off the bed to go get a cold bottle of water. The girls remained there for a moment as Brianne told them that they did great. She brought them some water and I asked her if she needed anything else. I needed a shower and some lunch before my scene later.

  “You’re good. Thanks, Lance.” Brie gave me a weary smile and I grabbed my shorts to wear to the dressing room. I didn’t care about being naked, but I respected those that didn’t want to see it. I took a shower and changed into jeans and a shirt to go grab some lunch in down the street, covering my head with a ball cap. I wandered into a deli and up to the counter to order, looking around for a table once I was finished. I caught sight of the pretty real estate agent from the other day perched in a small booth as she talked on the phone. Her voice was clearly annoyed as she complained about someone and I smirked as she leaned back and tossed her curls over her shoulders.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous. I pegged her to be a few years younger than I was and she had an innocent look to her that made me wonder if it was true as I took her in. I took a table right in front of her, feeling bold today as I sat down and leaned back. The woman looked up as one of the guys brought her tray over, thanking him softly as she told the person on the phone that she needed to hang up and eat before going out to look at more houses and she giggled as she said goodbye.

  She set the phone on the small table and looked at her salad as I watched her for a moment. I could see that she wanted more than that but more than likely was worried about the image that women had to deal with here in LA. She didn’t have to. Her curves were perfect.

  CHAPTER 4

  Leila

  I looked at the boring chicken salad in front of me as I sipped the ice water and thought about my day. Nan loved the beach house and knew that Cameron would as well, making me want to gag. She still had a few others that she wanted to see and that was the plan after lunch.

  I felt someone looking at me and glanced up to see a guy sitting in front of me, his gaze full on my face. I frowned as he didn’t look away like any other person would.

  “Can I help you?” I asked as he kept staring at me.

  “I want to take you out,” he told me, his voice certain. I wasn’t used to this kind of confidence and my mouth dropped open and someone brought over a tray of food for him.

  “I don’t date,” I replied as he shrugged and sipped his drink.

  “So, we can just spend an evening in. That works as well.” I was dumbfounded. This guy was gorgeous and could get any woman that he wanted. I thought I was decent looking but not worth all of this. I suppose that I should appreciate his honesty in what he wanted, given that so many people skirted around the subject.

  “Surely you have plenty of…attention from women. You don’t need me.” I glanced down at the salad and stabbed my fork into it to take a bite. Nan was expecting me in an hour at the other house to start the rest of my afternoon.

  Yippee.

  “It isn’t about need, it’s about want.” I chewed my salad as I took him in curiously. He was quite muscular with dark, tousled hair and blue eyes that looked like the ocean to me. He was gorgeous but a guy like that screamed trouble to me. I wasn’t experienced enough to begin with for someone like that and I didn’t need to even give him a second thought. “Let’s have dinner tonight.”

  “I can’t. I have a busy schedule,” I deflected his words as he raised an eyebrow at me. “I have to finish this and rush off to work as it is. Thank you, though.”

  “You’ll go out with me,” he assured me as I smirked at him. The men in this city were certainly something and this one was the icing on the cake. I ate the salad, picking out the chicken and vegetables before finishing the greens, all the while feeling the guy still looking at me.

  It was unnerving, and I was relieved to finish and take my tray to the trash bin. I knew that he was still watching me and shivered as I walked towards the door, my legs trembling in my heels as I pushed open the door.

  Once outside, I took a breath of the fresh air and acknowledged that I was attracted to him. I was but it wasn’t going to happen. Bryce, my ex, was also a good-looking man and I gave him a chance only to end up with a broken heart. We dated for just over two years and I found out that he was cheating on me with multiple women despite asking me to live with him throughout the relationship. Thank fuck I didn’t.

  I moved shortly after that, just wanting to blend in and get a fresh start. Carlsbad wasn’t all that big, and this opportunity was better than anything I found in San Diego, so here I was. I breathed again, in and out, before making my way to the car so I could go meet Nan and Cameron.

  I laughed as I drove. My body went on high alert with that man in the deli and I actually ached. I hope that he didn’t see how much I wanted to take him up on his offer and just enjoy a carefree, wild night. Women did that all the time and it was fine. I was just too shy and scared to give in to the need that he’d filled me with, need that was new to me. Bryce was cute and good in bed, but I never felt this way about him.

  Perhaps I was ready to give it a go again. I’d have to talk to Viv later and regretted not taking a photo of him. She’d want to see it, so she could tell me what an idiot I was for saying no. I knew that she just wanted me happy and doing more than working all the time. Everyone in my life did but I still remembered that shame that Bryce caused me when I realized that the whole town knew about his antics.

  I couldn’t go through that again, not even in this big town. I was stupid enough to fall for Bryce before that happened.

  I pulled into the elite neighborhood and let the voice guide me to the house. It was a huge brick house that overlooked the ocean from a distance a
nd I knew that it wouldn’t be enough for Cameron. I parked a few feet behind her brand-new BMW and got out as her boyfriend turned to look at me with a cocky smile on his face.

  The smile on my face was forced as I walked forward, greeting them through clenched teeth. I didn’t even want to walk into the house with the look that he was giving me, and told Nan to go ahead. I’d join them in a bit. The way that his eyes raked over me hungrily before he followed her made me shudder and I heard my phone ringing in my pocket. I answered it, relieved that I could stay outside for a bit longer. It was my office telling me that I got a call from a potential new client today, and Marcie gave me his information as I jotted it down. I didn’t recognize the name and wondered how this guy found out about me as I slipped the paper into my purse along with the phone.

  I walked into the empty house, looking over the beautiful features as I wondered why it was taking her so long to choose. Every house that we looked at was amazing and I would have picked one a long time ago. Nan’s kids were grown and gone so the only people that would be living with her was her boyfriend-man child. Her husband was being extremely generous in the divorce settlement from what I’d heard, and she was spending every bit of it. I went through the open living room and kitchen and looked outside to see a pretty view of the ocean. I knew that the beach was a ten-minute drive away, which wouldn’t bother me at all. Cameron could handle that for his surf mornings that Nan went on and on about.