Help Needed (closed to Bad)

[WildCherry19]

Haley pulled up in front of the medium-sized house, putting her run-down red convertible into park. It was a car she'd inherited from her daddy, but it was way past its prime, and she hadn't had any money to make repairs for the two years since she'd been given it. This was the first time she'd gotten a job, and she was super nervous, hoping it would work out.

The add in the paper had said, "Older Man Needs Housemaid for cooking, cleaning, and other menial tasks. Young women preferred. Please send photo." Having sent off a picture, she was surprised to get a call back just two days later offering her the job after nothing but a short phone interview. It seemed her luck was finally starting to turn around!

The man had been very specific: "Your room is small, so only bring one bag. Just bring what you really need; I have everything else here." So, she'd packed the bare essentials: stuff for showering, shaving, painting her nails, doing her makeup, and a bunch of cute outfits she liked. Looking in her rear-view mirror, Haley made sure the wind hadn't messed up her hair at all. No; it still looked fine. Blonde, shoulder-length, hanging down to the tight white blouse she was wearing. Getting out of the car, she walked up to the front door of the house, her high heels clicking along the sidewalk, her behind swaying seductively in a pair of extremely tight jeans. With a knock at the door, she tried to swallow down her nervousness and look natural, her fingers subconsciously going up to twirl her hair.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Rich Taylor had been expecting her today; he'd brewed a pot of coffee, filled an air pot, and stationed himself in his recliner at the home's front windows so he could look out on the street.

The old red convertible pulled into the driveway just past noon. The young woman who stepped out -- Haley... Haley... crap what was the last name again? -- was even more attractive than he'd imagined. He'd been working off a photo that had only shown her to her cleavage, but it had been enough for him to make a quick decision that she'd be the one.

When she knocked, Rich was just behind the door, watching her through the peep hole. He waited, until she knocked again. Then, backing up, he jostled about an old wooden chair, making disruptive sounds, and finally returned to the door and opened it slowly. He feigned an exhausted, pain presentation to impress his need for someone to care for him -- and to quell any doubt she might have that he could be any possible threat to her.

He wore a long, heavy robe -- tattered and stained and greatly in need of being burned in a hot fire -- over his impressively sculpted body. He hid himself well, holding an arm across his chest and leaning forward slightly, portraying back problems that he'd planned on putting in the ad but had left out because of the cost of so many words.

"You must be ... Haley, is it?" he asked as if confused. He backed up a bit and swung the door open. "Please. Come in. Set your stuff down. I've been waiting."

 

[WildCherry19]

Haley smiled, relieved that her new boss seemed so nice. She walked in, hips swaying, and sat down her bag inside the door. "Thank you so much for this opportunity, Sir! I can't remember if I told you this when we were talking, but I'm truly hoping to be a nurse someday, and I bet that helping you will be a great experience for my resume! Plus, I really love helping people, especially those who need it." Noticing she was rambling in a disorganized fashion, she smiled and forced her mouth to stop moving.

Standing in front of him, she put her hands behind her back, her highly toned abs very slightly showing through the overly tight blouse. A little cleavage was also exposed, but Haley was unaware of the impression she was making on this much older--and apparently crippled--man.

After they had exchanged a few words, she said, "So, we have a contract or something I need to sign?" She smiled at him, but was totally afraid to bring up how much she'd actually be making.

She, of course, had no idea a clause in the contract specifically said all of her work would be merely for room, board, and a meager diet that would help her to shed a few pounds from her already thin and toned body.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Thank you so much for this opportunity..."

Yadda, yadda, yadda... Rich thought, listening to the woman ramble on about her life goals and needed work experience and ... whatever!

As she went on, his gaze moved up and down her, ogling her incredible form; he masked the review of her by looking to her bags a couple of times, then away to other places, but essentially he was taking in the erotic nature of her young, fit body.

"So, we have a contract or something I need to sign?" she asked, smiling politely.

"Hmm...? Oh, yeah," he responded, pointing to the kitchen table. "It's just a standard Home Care agreement. I downloaded it from the internet. It's nothing special, just ... same-ol', same-ol'. I used it for my last care taker. She's a nurse now, too, by the way. In a major hospital."

He was, of course, lying out his ass. He'd very carefully crafted this document to create, essentially, an indentured servant of her. Once she signed and took the document to the bank to have it notarized -- he smirked at the idea of having her take it to the bank herself, of her being responsible for her own imprisonment -- she was his; any failure to follow his directions and fill his needs would follow her around for the next twelve years as a black mark on her credit rating, and he could even sue her for half of her wages for the next two decades.

All he needed now was for her to trust him, sign the document without reading it too carefully ... and get to the fulfilling his every need part.

 

[WildCherry19]

Haley heard him say the contract was "same ol', same ol'," and even though she hadn't signed something like this before, flipping through it as it lay on the table, she could tell she wouldn't be able to understand much of it, if anything. These forms were probably just all lawyer-speak, anyway. Flipping through it, she looked at some of the sections of titles. Leaning down over the document, Haley didn't realize her new employer's eyes were focused on the cleavage she was now showing.

Whatever the stupid contract said, she knew that signing it meant she officially had the job, and she could finally begin saving up for school, and for a car that wouldn't die on her at inconvenient times. It didn't really matter how much she was making; even if she were making minimum wage, the fact that she had a free place to stay was enough to make it worth the deal.

Haley stood back up, sliding her hands in her back pockets, smiling at her new employer. "It all looks like I expected," she said, as if she knew what to expect. "Do you have a pen?"

 

[JustABadBoy]

He walked to the table, snagging a pen from the book case as he went. Instead of simply handing it to her, he set it atop the contract and sat down opposite her; he wanted to see her lean over the dining room table again, wanted to see that beautiful cleavage once more.

"There you go, Haley," he said politely. He tapped a finger on the contract, explaining, "Initial at the bottom of each of the first two pages, then sign the bottom of the last three pages. That last page covers your bonuses and fringe benefits for satisfactory service."

She glanced up with what might have been surprise, he wasn't sure. His advertisement hadn't mentioned bonuses and fringe benefits, of course, for two reasons: first, he wanted to make sure that who ever walked through that door to sign on as care giver was desperate enough to work for the barely-over-minimum wage plus room and board he was offering; and second, he'd just made up the whole bonuses and fringe benefits crap because he desperately wanted to make sure that this sexy creature scribbled down her name, committing herself to him, without being concerned about ready the small print.

He continued the polite pressure with, "And as soon as you sign, and run this down to the bank to get it notarized -- you don't mind do you...?" He twisted a bit, feigning a pain in his back. He pulled a fifty dollar bill out of his robe's pocket and set it out on the table, well within her reach. "As soon as that's done, you can go shopping. Pick up a few things you need for your room ... personal stuff, what ever you need. Consider it an advance on your wages."

Spend it well, my pretty, he thought, smiling friendly to her, for its the last cash you'll be seeing come out of my pockets for a while.

 

[WildCherry19]

"Sure!" she said, trying to act nonchalant despite her excitement. She flipped through the pages, initialing and signing wherever it was indicated she needed to. At this point, she wasn't even taking a cursory glance over the words on the pages, simply wanting to get this all sealed and agreed upon before he changed his mind and decided he wanted someone with more experience.

After signing all of the documents, she took the pages down to the nearest bank, getting the document notarized and making everything official. She had a job! She was practically beaming with excitement as she drove back to his house, singing along to music in her car.

When he opened the door, she held out the signed contract with a smile, like she was holding out a perfect report card. Even though she'd done almost nothing yet, she felt like this was a great achievement.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Rich took the papers and went immediately stored them away in the small safe in the wall. It wasn't much of a security device; it was for fire protection of documents, primarily, and wasn't even hid from view, but it was sufficient to keep what was essentially proof of ownership of his new indentured servant.

"Let me show you your room," he said, turning and heading down the hall to the first door. He had to step sideways to allow her to enter the tiny room. It hadn't always been this small, of course. When he'd built the false wall between his room and this one, creating a hidden space from which he could watch her ever move, whether she was in her bedroom or her "private" bathroom, she lost a section almost four feet wide, leaving her personal space less than six feet by ten.

"I'm sorry it's not any bigger," he told her, feigning an apologetic tone. Then he added to the lie, saying, "If things go well and you decide to stay long term, we can see about expanding the room out onto the back deck, maybe ... or turning the entertainment room into a bedroom instead."

He passed her, brushing against her accidentally for a preview of how nice this beautiful body felt, and went to the far end of the room. "I took out the window that was here and put in the sliding glass door."

He slid it open and exited to the back deck. It ran the length of the house and included features designed to entice a beautiful, young woman to take some of her clothes off. There was a small, heated pool, a jacuzzi, and a pair of deck loungers for sun bathing; and the entire area was enclosed by a tall, solid wood fence and landscaped with trees and shrubbery that only added to the sense of privacy.

He turned and looked back to her with a smile. "You're welcome to use the back yard at will, of course. And ... if you ever want ... privacy ... you just tell me, and I'll make myself scarce."

Make myself scarce, he thought, glancing inconspicuously toward the hanging planters that held two expensive, high resolution surveillance cameras he'd appropriated from his last job just before he left it, supposedly for disability.

 

[WildCherry19]

Haley looked over the small room. Tiny, yes, but a little bit homey...she didn't know how she felt about a glass door between her own room and the outside, but...well, if she wanted total privacy, there was always her private bathroom, wasn't there?

Looking over the beautiful back yard, she was amazed at how lucky she'd been! A spa, pools, chairs for tanning...not to mention a privacy fence. She was again struck with how much luck had turned around for her in just the last couple of days.

"You're welcome to use the back yard at will, of course. And ... if you ever want ... privacy ... you just tell me, and I'll make myself scarce."

"Thank you," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "That's very kind of you! I'm sure I'll take you up on that offer soon!" She tried to sound nonchalant, but there was a shaking in her voice, an excitedness, that she was sure he could hear.

After all, there was nothing wrong with a small room, when the rest of the house was so amazing!

 

[JustABadBoy]

He headed her back inside to the dining room and pulled a sheet of paper out from under a magnet on the fridge. "So, this is your responsibility list. It's not complete yet, of course. This is a copy of what the last care giver did, but since then--" He gave a little pained-looking twitch. "--my health has slipped ... so there will be more personal care needed."

He handed her the list. "You said you were training for nursing...? So, this will be good experience."

He watched as she reviewed the page. It began with the standard house keeping chores: dishes, laundry, sweeping, dusting, and such. Under "Meals", breakfast and dinner was listed, but lunch was not. "I can take care of my own mid-day meals ... you know, so you have so time to go to school and such."

That wasn't the long term plan, of course. Eventually, he planned on having her here when ever he damn well wanted her attention, but he knew he couldn't push the point right now.

He indicated for her to turn the page over. "The health care needs are on the back. Runs to the pharmacy for medications, administering dosages..." He hesitated for a moment before adding with a straight, serious tone, "Physical therapy and massage ... my back mostly, but an ankle, too."

Here we go, he thought. His advertisement had mentioned home health care, but hadn't said anything about hands on physical therapy. This is where she either begins to question what she's gotten herself into ... or accepts it, Rich. You ready...?

 

[WildCherry19]

Without any hesitation, she nodded her head and looked back at him. "I can definitely do that. I don't have a whole lot of experience with it, but it's been something I've wanted to learn how to do. Anyway, it'll be good practice for....well, if I need to do it later," she said, embarrassed that she'd just said something that sounded so idiotic. Unable to think of something more intelligent to follow it up with, she began twirling her hair nervously for a moment.

Finally, she thought of something it would be important for her to find out. "What kinds of meals do you like for breakfast and dinner? I'm a very good cook, or so I've been told." As he answered, she began mentally planning the portions of her day she could picture at this point, planning to spend as much time in the kitchen as he needed to get his favorite meals.

After committing his answer to memory, she said, "I don't think any of that sounds too difficult. Well, would you like me to start working today, or start fresh tomorrow?"

She couldn't help but think about the pool behind her, and wondering how soon she'd have a chance to enjoy staying in such a luxurious house...but, she'd be patient. Nothing would come free, so she'd have to earn it, and she was ready to.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Today," he quickly answered, wanting to keep her here with him. With every passing minute, he was becoming more surprised at his good fortune of having landed this erotic creature for his live in. He stood and headed for his own bedroom, gesturing her to follow.

His room was, of course, much larger and more extravagant, modern with a large bed and a massive walk-in closet. He peeked back at her reaction and was pleased. Her explained her house keeping duties then entered the closet and with drew a garment bag. "These are the previous care giver's uniforms. She didn't need them at her next job, so instead of spending your own money on new uniforms, you can use these if you'd like."

It was yet another lie, but he told it convincingly; he's gone to a costume store and purchased these after seeing her picture and guessing her size. He hoped that emphasizing "your own money"" would convince her to wear the house keeping uniforms that were just one step away from being French Maid costumes.

"You can go to your room and get settled in," he told her, suppressing his eager smile, "then change for work. I have a couple of chores, and then you can take the rest of the day off."

He peeked past here to the false book case that hid his secret viewing room, and his dick began to swell with joy.

 

[WildCherry19]

"Thank you, Sir" she said, taking the bag of clothing, and walking back toward the front room. Picking up her bag, she carried both of them to the tiny room she'd be living in for the time being.

Sitting the bags down, she shut and locked the door. Then, she opened up her own bag, taking out the bare necessities she'd brought along: shampoos and conditioners, a variety of hair care products and soaps, and set them up in her bathroom. Then, she got out her small chest of jewelry, sliding it under the tiny bed that had to be narrower than a normal twin mattress. She then sat down on the bed, opening the bag of new clothing and taking a few items out. (OOC: Do you want to tell me what the outfits look like? Or do you want me to come up with ideas?) The outfits looked fine....a little skimpier than the clothes she normally wore, but nothing she couldn't wear out of the house without getting arrested. The last housemaid must've been a little naughty....Turning her thoughts away from what might've happened with the last housemaid, she stood up and peeled her top off.

Tossing it onto the bed, she unclasped her bra as well, her skin a little bit goose bumpy. He apparently kept his house quite cool, and her room was just as cool as the rest, her nipples hardening as soon as the air touched them. She then peeled down her tight jeans, leaving on the skimpy thong beneath them as she inspected herself in the mirror.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Rich had told he was going to take a short nap and, as soon as she'd left the room, locked the door behind her and slid aside the false book case hiding his viewing room. He closed himself in and dropped into a raggedy old swivel chair. He'd found it at a garage sale and bought it for three bucks, knowing it would be perfect for this application; it was comfortable, something a person could sit back in and take a peaceful nap in, but with the swivel base lubed, it allowed him to spin, giving him a view through the one way mirrors of her small bedroom, smaller half bath, and even smaller closet, which could be called a step in but certainly not a walk in.

He was in position by the time she returned from the living room. He had an Australian beer -- warm, right out of the cardboard half-rack, just as he liked -- in one hand as she began looking through the uniforms he'd supplied her; and by the time she was standing before him in nothing but a tiny thong, he had his dick in the other hand, stroking it gently.

She was more -- far more -- than what he could have expected. Smooth skinned, well rounded; large, pert nipples thrust forward in the cool of the house as if calling out for him to put his warm mouth over them, to comfort them.

It had been a while since he'd masturbated, and even longer since he'd seen a beautiful woman so without clothing; it only took a minute or two of watching her to cause his dick to erupt, spewing cum onto his hand and the floor before him. He contained his grunt of satisfaction and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling, enjoying the fantasy of having discharged onto his new care giver.

As he waited for his pounding heart to settle, he watched her with great interest as she changed into the uniform he'd pinned a tag to, reading, "The last gal said this was comfortable".

(OOC -- You pick what you want her to put on. Just how sexy will she find acceptable for her first day of work, hmmm. Also, did you find a guy you wanted to be Rich?)

 

[WildCherry19]

(ARR! I just posted a long, sexy response, and it was deleted when I submitted it. Hopefully, I can make this one just as good.)

Haley stood in front of the mirror, leaning in close and pursing her lips. Her lipstick still looked pretty good, but it could definitely use a touch-up. Making her way into the tiny bathroom, she took out her tube of lipstick and stood in just her thong as she reapplied it. She then took her blush out as well, touching up the rest of her makeup, her face an inch or two from the surface of the mirror so she could make sure she did a good job. It would be great to buy one of those makeup mirrors that magnify everything....maybe she could invest in one when she received her first paycheck.

After finishing her makeup, she returned to the bedroom and lifted the outfit from the bag. A note was pinned to it that said, "The last gal said this was comfortable."

"That's so sweet," she said softly, her voice picked up by the tiny microphone hidden in a small hole near the floor of the room. Rich could hear her clearly from where he sat, watching her, just a matter of feet away.

Unpinning the note, she lifted the outfit and looked it over. Rich could feel his heart beating faster, wondering how she would respond. The skirt was a little short, and the shoulders were exposed.

"This is cute," she said softly, turning back to the mirror and beginning to wiggle into the French maid's outfit. It was a little bit tight...the last maid must've been model-skinny. She usually wore a size 4, and was expecting something a bit too roomy before trying it on.

Once it was on and she'd adjusted the shoulders and the frills along the bodice, she practiced bending over and touching her toes, then turning her body in different ways to make sure it wasn't too tight. Nope; it was comfy, even if a little tight.

She took the thigh highs from the bag and placed a foot up on the bed, rolling it up her leg. After putting on the other one, she slid into the platform shoes included, and finally slid the little French maid tiara into her hair. Looking in the mirror again, she fixed her hair one last time. Then, she said, "Stop worrying. You have the job. Now, you just need to go out there and do it." With that, Haley walked over to the door, ready to go out and truly begin her work.

As she left the room, she noticed the door to her room didn't have an inside lock, but the thought quickly left her mind as she walked through the house, her hips swaying as she looked for her employer.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Rich used a handful of baby wipes, dispensed from the little night stand beside his secret room chair, to clean up his hands and groin, then made his way out to find Haley. She was facing away from him, leaning forward just a bit and swatting the little feather duster at his book case playfully; the lower curves of her ass cheeks revealed themselves from below the short shirt, making him instant harden once again.

He reached down to his crotch, rearranging and hiding himself as best as he could, then headed past her toward the kitchen, asking, "You drive right?"

She answered, and he emerged again from the kitchen with a list. "Shopping. Groceries mostly, but some house hold supplies as well. You can get all of this, bring it back, shelve it ... and then take the rest of the day off."

He glanced down at the little black ribbon bow-tied between her impressive breasts. He wanted to see more of her already.

"You'll need to change," he said firmly. "That uniform's strictly for work her in the house."

He headed away, not waiting for her to respond; he was anxious to be back in his hiding space for her encore of stripping down. He called over his shoulder, "Hey, can you check the back door right now, first. I think I forgot to lock it."

As soon as he was out of sight of her, he hurried into her little cave of a bedroom and looked at the clothes she'd just stripped off, reading the sizes. He smiled. Perfect. I have those.

He got out of her room without detection and returned to his own, locking the door as he always did. He returned to the secret viewing room and, as he waited for her to return, dug through a box of women's clothing until he found the bikinis. He looked at the sizes and smiled yet again; they were her size. You're gonna look good in these, Haley. Hell ... you're gonna look good OUT of these, too.

 

[WildCherry19]

Haley was surprised at how quickly he addressed her before walking off...then again, she was working for him, so he would be setting the tone. "Yes, Sir," she said after he was probably too far out of the room to hear her. She walked to the back door, doublechecking to make sure it was locked. Actually, it was; he must've remembered to lock it after all.

With a shrug, she made her way back toward her room. She saw Rich in the hall on her way, and she said, "Should I just wear the clothes I brought, then?" As she spoke, she stood with her hands behind her back, thinking this might show her obedience a little bit more.

After hearing his answer, Haley went back into her bedroom, pushing the door shut behind her. She unzipped the outfit and slid out of it, having a harder time taking the tight outfit off than putting it on. Since she was leaving the house this time, she walked up to the mirror and made sure her makeup was still pristine. As she did, she momentarily stood so close her breasts touched the glass. She stepped back slightly and gave her hair a couple of quick brushes before deciding to get dressed as Rich had suggested.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Wear whatcha like," he said with a touch of apathy in his voice. "There's some stuff that was left behind. I think it's still in the closet."

He made it sound as if he was unsure, but he knew exactly what was in the closet: short dresses, mini skirts, and tight ass jeans, along with thin blouses, pushup bras, boy shorts, and thongs, still in their original packages. Rich had done an adequate job of guessing Haley's clothing size just from the one picture she'd provided him. Some of the clothes would be too small for her, but he was pleasantly delighted with the fact that they would only show her body off that much more.

He watched her again from the lair, then when she left to go shopping, he laid out the bikinis on her bed with a note, More stuff left by the last gal. Use or discard, it makes no diff' to me.

(OOC -- Gotta go to bed. Rich will be out back, in his lounger, sunglasses on, feigning to be asleep with a book opened in his lap; but he will be very much awake! Feel free to incorporate one of the bikini pics in you wish.)

 

[WildCherry19]

Walking back into her tiny bedroom, Haley began putting away the few outfits she'd brought along. As she hung them up, she was surprised to see a variety of outfits already in the closet. "Oh, hello!" she said, looking through them and seeing many of them were from stores she usually felt like she was wasting money shopping at.

"Oh my god, there are shoes in here, too!" she said, crouching down and looking at the pairs of shoes in bins at the bottom of the closet. Pulling a pair of dark, open-toed high heels out, she said, "What would go with this?"

After flipping through the variety of outfits for a moment, she pulled out a very thin white top and a pair of black leggings along with a jean skirt. She then immediately walked over to the bedroom mirror, stripping out of the French maid outfit she'd been wearing.

Standing in only her tiny thong, she considered the leggings for a moment....then slid her pair of panties off. Rich was startled and pleased to see that her pussy was entirely waxed. Walking over to the bed, she sat down and slid the leggings on, then the tiny jean skirt that was clearly a little too small. For a moment that nearly gave Rich a heart attack, she stood up and began jumping lightly to get the jeans up the rest of the way, her breasts bouncing slightly. Then, still braless, she slid the airy white top on, one of her toned shoulders exposed, and her nipples just barely visible through the fabric.

After quickly adjusting the outfit and sliding into her heels, Haley left her bedroom, the door cracked open...not that it could be locked.

Shortly later, she returned to the house with everything on Rich's list. After quickly stocking the refrigerator and putting away the rest of the household items where they ought to go, she went back into her bedroom and flopped back on the bed. It was only after lying there for a moment she realized something was on the bed beneath her. Rolling over onto her knees, she saw several bikinis on the bed with a note: "More stuff left by the last gal. Use or discard, it makes no diff' to me."

Holding up one of the bikinis, she smirked. "Whoever this girl was, she wasn't too shy."

A few minutes later, Haley walked out to the pool wearing one of the skimpy string bikinis, the bottoms barely high enough to cover her pussy, the top showing an ample amount of cleavage. She looked over and saw Rich asleep in one of the chairs and smiled. Just like an old man to be asleep when it wasn't even four in the afternoon! She walked over to the pool and dove in.

After swimming for a bit, she climbed out of the pool, pulling her hair back and ringing some of the hair from it. She saw a chair that was easily within Rich's sight, but far enough away she wasn't likely to wake him by sitting down. Walking over, she sat down and untied her top. Then, lying face down, she slid the top out from under her breasts, making sure her back would get an even tan. Then, closing her eyes, she quickly fell asleep...the "old man" still awake and watching.

 

[JustABadBoy]

He watched her undress in her room and don the tight pants and thin top ...

And he watched her again strip and put on the string bikini ...

And then, after hustling quietly out to poolside and pretending he'd been there all along, he'd watched her swim and strip off her top to catch some rays.

And yet, he still couldn't get enough of her. He had pulled this scam on women before, feigning to be sick and weak to get closer to them than they would normally allow an employer. But he'd never gotten as far as he had wanted; and looking at this girl, all he could think was I want to get ALL the way with this one!

He stood up quietly, wanting to head in for a beer. Then, a devilish thought hit him. He stuck the tip of his cane down inside the strap of her bikini top and, heading toward the door, dragged it with him. At the sliding glass door, he turned to ensure she hadn't woken and caught him, then laid the cane up against the door -- the top still accidentally stuck to its end -- and went in for his beer.

He stood just inside the kitchen window, hidden from her by the reflection on the outside of the glass, sucking on the beer, smirking. Oh, god, you're an ass, Richy Boy.

 

[WildCherry19]

After a little over half an hour, Haley woke up, momentarily rolling over. Remembering that she'd taken her top off, she reached over beside the chair where she remembered dropping it. It wasn't there.

Sitting up, she covered her breasts, scanning around the whole chair to see if she could find it. Nothing. She walked over to the edge of the pool, walking around the whole outer edge, looking into the water. Nothing.

Where the fuck could it be?

With a quick look around, she saw that he'd gone inside. No longer covering her breasts, she began giving whole back area another look, trying to find that damn top. She bent down by the flower beds, looking to see if it had somehow been moved there. Maybe a bird picked it up? Who knows? What could've happened? It was a small top, but not small enough to blow away.

Finally, giving up, she walked up to the back door. Trying to cover her breasts with one arm, she slid the glass door open and stepped inside. Feeling something underneath her foot, she saw that she was standing on the top. It had somehow gotten snagged on his cane as he'd walked inside.

It was kind of funny now that she knew what had happened. With a smirk, she bent down and picked the top up. Then, after a quick glance around to verify he wasn't nearby, she slid the top on and tied it. With her crisis averted, she giggled and went into the house, looking for her employer.

When she finally found him, he was relaxing on the couch with a beer. "Hi, Sir," she said humbly, a smile on her face. "Umm, will you be inside for a while? I'm wanting to tan, and....well, I don't want tan lines....."

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Hi, Sir,. Umm, will you be inside for a while? I'm wanting to tan, and....well, I don't want tan lines."

"Tan lines...?" he asked, feigning ignorance about such things as nude sun bathing. Then, donning an understanding expression, he answered, "Oh, of course. Feel free. Enjoy some privacy. That's why the yard is fenced and landscaped the way it is. I always hated the idea of the neighbors watching me skinny dip, so I added the extra hedges and south fence. I'll just be here, watching television."

He gave her a shoo gesture, adding, "Take the day. You've done enough already. Take the day, and we'll get started on work tomorrow."

 

[WildCherry19]

With a smile, Haley said, "Thank you, Sir!" She went back out to the chair by the pool, untying her top and laying it on the other chair, then untying her bottom and putting it beside it. Totally bare, she laid down on her back, arms above her head, body stretched out and sucking up the sun's rays. Her belly button ring shimmered in the sunlight, her eyes closed as she drifted back into sleep, legs slightly parted.

(OOC: If you just want to observe this part without getting involved, let me know! We can always skip ahead if you plan on simply enjoying the view for the rest of the afternoon...)

 

[JustABadBoy]

Rich gave Haley a moment to get settled out back, then tapped the Adult Content Code on the entertainment center's remote control. Not only did the code secure the Adult channels, but it also secured the channels he had hooked up to the Auxiliary inputs ... the ones hooked up to the outdoor cameras he had hidden about the property originally for his own security, but used now these days for spying on his Caretakers.

Haley was out back, totally nude in the lounge chair. He sat up, staring into the screen. He'd put out some good money on quality cameras, and while they weren't the best, he was amazed that -- once he'd zoomed them in and adjust the contrast, he could literally see the labia of her shaved pussy when she occasionally shifted the right way.

Rich couldn't believe his luck with this girl. She was either totally naive about men his age -- about what they wanted from a sexy, young woman, as well as what they would do to get it -- or she was totally unconcerned with the morality guidelines that common society placed on the relationship between employers and employees.

Rich was betting on the first, the naivety. Actually, he was kind of hoping for it; later, when he began to put demands upon her that most women would never allow, he hoped that she wouldn't understand that she had options other than complying.

As he watched her, his hand down the front of his sweats, jerking at his dick yet again for the day, he wanted so badly just to go outside and take her right there on the lounger. But, there was a gray area between taking advantage of a young woman and flat out raping her. So, he turned off the television, automatically resetting the Adult Controls, and went to his bedroom to change into some casual clothes.

Two hours later, he was panting hard after his second eruption into his back up fuck, a twice divorced, once widowed, woman who'd even been a slut back when the two of them were 16 back at home in Howard County.

As she stood and made her way to the kitchen, she stopped and asked, "Find a new house keeper yet?"

He ignored her, continuing to stare at the ceiling while imagining Haley here with him instead of this woman.

She laughed, and headed away to gather up a bottle of whiskey, to mask the contempt the two lovers had for one another after sex. "Yeah ... you found her. Gonna fuck this one, too?"

Too...? he thought. I wish it was "too".

(OOC -- He won't be back until after dark. You can write her evening or night, or skip to him waking her up in the morning.)

 

[WildCherry19]

Haley trustingly spent the evening either by the pool or in it, never bothering to put her bikini back on. After another dip, she slid back into the chair, arching her back and thinking about how lucky she was. She had no idea that her employer had left, or that footage of her naked body was being filmed (even now) and being saved to a disk.

When dusk arrived and it was too dark to tan, Haley put her bikini back on, her skin and the tiny outfit dry again. Going into the kitchen, she poured herself a cold glass of lemonade from a large pitcher, then slid up onto the counter, sipping from the glass and swinging her legs.

She wandered through the house, noticing the silence and wondering if he was already in bed. How silly it was to be in bed this early! Not that she had anything else to do, really...other than watching a little TV. Lying down on the couch, she turned the television on and watched for an hour or so before falling asleep. Shortly, she drifted back awake, and went back to her room where she slid out of her bikini and into the shower, taking a long and hot one, not noticing that a motion-sensored camera was filming her moment of relaxation from above.

After drying off and brushing her teeth, she slid into a long white t-shirt that was long enough to make up for her lack of a thong as long as she didn't bend over. It fit her fairly tightly, forming to the contours of her breasts and her waist. She turned the light off and slid into bed, stretching one last time and smiling. "Haley, you lucky bitch," she giggled to herself, and quickly drifted into sleep again.

(OOC: since I don't know how you plan on waking me--and I'm curious to find out--I'll simply end it at the end of that night, and see what crafty things you have planned for the morning