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The Baby-Sitter Escort Service

by John Ashcroft

Ch.4

*click*

Fucking infomercials. *click*

Fucking Seinfeld reruns. *click*

NBC Nightly News. Hmm.

On the screen is Tom Brokaw, every silver hair in place, rabbiting on about 
the Taliban, Al Queda, Guantanamo Bay. The story ends, he shifts in his 
chair, the graphic behind his shoulder changes to some montage of stock 
photos of kids. He takes breath and fixes a serious look on his face.

"For parents across America, this is a difficult time to be raising 
teenagers. In city after city, parents are discovering just how fragile 
childhood innocence can be under a barrage of sexualized imagery in popular 
culture. But today, the parents of Platinum Beach, California, were treated 
to a very rude awakening indeed. John McQuethy has more."

Brokaw disappears. He's replaced by a shot of a school building, kids 
wandering around in the background, a graphic along the bottom saying 
"Platinum Beach, California." A voice-over begins.

"This affluent community just south of Los Angeles was shocked to its core 
this morning by the discovery that a group of teenage girls at this junior 
high school were providing sexual services to adult men in the surrounding 
area and charging as much as five hundred dollars an hour for it." The shot 
changes again, this time to clump of police officers entering the station. 
In the center of the clump are two men, hands cuffed behind their backs. 
"Police arrested nine men early this morning and charged them with lewd acts 
upon a child and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. The men include 
some of most prominent citizens of Platinum Beach, among them"--head shots 
of two men replace the shot of the police station--"Neil Wellington, an 
entertainment lawyer whose firm represents actors George Clooney and Tom 
Cruise, and Henry Conlon, the owner of one of the largest cable television 
companies in Southern California."

The head shots are replaced by another shot of the junior high school. "Even 
more incredible were reports from the police late this afternoon that one of 
the girls may have used an internet web site to auction off her virginity 
for an amount exceeding six thousand dollars. Police believe that at least 
twenty-five men may have taken part in this auction, all of whom could now 
face prosecution for attempted lewd acts upon a child."

The school disappears again, replaced by a shot of a man in a bad suit 
standing before a podium. On the podium is a round seal with the words "City 
of Platinum Beach" surrounding a big breaking wave. The graphic along the 
bottom of the screen says "Timothy French -- Chief, Platinum Beach Police 
Department. The cop is speaking to a collection of reporters we can't see. 
"At the moment we are still gathering evidence," the cop says, "but I can 
assure you that all of the men who exploited these girls will be brought to 
justice and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."

The junior high is back. The voice-over returns. "The girls who took part in 
the prostitution ring are currently in police custody, and authorities are 
also interviewing the girls' parents, though it's unclear whether any of 
them will be charged with anything at this--"

---

*click*

*click*

God. There was never anything good on TV on Saturday nights. Lauren and I 
had finally run out of things to talk about, and I was flopped on our couch 
trying to zone out. But I kept thinking about what I'd done with Tricia that 
afternoon. Did the fact that she'd made me come mean I was a lesbian too? I 
mean, it wasn't as if any of that was my idea. She was the one who'd 
suggested we "practice" being lesbos for our clients. God knew I'd never 
have done it if I wasn't getting paid for it, but she sure hadn't acted like 
it was grossing her out. At least not after I'd started on her.

And _Lauren_. Jesus. Who'd have thought? Maybe I would just let _them_ do 
the lesbo jobs, except that would mean letting them have all the money. And 
it would mean I'd fucked Tricia for nothing.

No--I wanted that money. And if that meant fucking Tricia or Lauren or both 
of them at once, then I'd do it.

Tricia was over at the Tolberts now, and I'd talked to her quickly around 
seven. She'd told me Mr. Tolbert was giving her the eye as usual but she 
wasn't sure if he would do anything else. I told her to take her bra off 
before they got home, and she went and did it.

So with nothing else to do, I went up to my room and dug out the call girl 
book again. I stuck it in the middle of a copy of CosmoGirl before I started 
reading in case Mom walked in on me.

Just before eight, the phone rang. I thought it might be Tricia, so I 
grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Uh--Kaitlyn?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Mr. Taylor. I was, um, I was wondering if you were available for 
baby-sitting tonight."

"Baby-sitting?"

"Uh--yeah. Like the other day."

Ah. Got it. I was pretty sure why he was calling, but it didn't hurt to make 
sure. "I think so. I'd have to ask my folks about something this last 
minute, though. And you remember how it went last time."

"Yeah. Yeah, I understand."

"Okay. Hold on."

I set the phone down and took a deep breath. I was still psyched for this 
whole project, but actually getting called up for sex like this had caught 
me off guard. When I felt halfway normal again, I went looking for Mom. I 
found her and Dad watching TV in their room.

"Guys? The Taylors are on the phone. They want to know if I can baby-sit 
tonight. Tricia is already sitting for the Tolberts and Lauren is busy, so 
it's just me."

They exchanged a parental glance. "How late will they need you?" Mom asked.

"Not too late. They're just going to a movie, I think."

"All right. Go ahead, honey."

I went back to my room and picked up the phone. "They said it's okay. Are 
you coming to get me or what?"

"Yeah. I'm, uh, I'm in my car right now. I'll be there in a few minutes."

---

I took off my bra and panties and put on my BCBG jacket. The doorbell rang 
just as I was about done, so I ran down and got it. Mr. Taylor was there, 
looking a lot paler and more nervous than he should have. I decided that 
this was something I'd have to watch out for--my folks would probably notice 
if too many horny dads were showing up at our house like this.

"Hey."

"Hi, Kaitlyn."

He led me back to his car, and I slid in the passenger side. "So what did 
you want to do?"

"Is that the jacket you wanted?"

"Yeah. Isn't it cool?"

"It's nice." He gripped the steering wheel tightly as we drove off. "I told 
Mrs. Taylor I was going to the market. So we don't have a lot of time."

"We can do whatever you want."

He nodded rapidly. We drove across the neighborhood to the soccer field just 
outside our development. The place was deserted. He parked in the far corner 
of the parking lot under a tree.

When he'd shut the engine off, he dug into his pants and pulled out a big 
wad of cash. He handed it to me, and I counted it. Five-hundred, all in 
twenties.

"I had to go to the ATM."

'That's cool." I shoved it into my jeans. "So what are we doing?"

"I . . . if this isn't something you're comfortable doing, I understand. But 
I was hoping, I mean, it would be nice if I could watch you, um . . . touch 
yourself."

Well, this certainly wasn't what I had expected. But five hundred to get 
_myself_ off? I wasn't going to argue with that. "Okay." I took off my 
jacket and wriggled out of my jeans, then tried to get comfortable in the 
seat.

"Turn this way a little," he said. "So I can see."

I turned sideways, putting my left foot up on the shifter, and spread myself 
as far open as I could. Then I closed my eyes and started fingering my puss 
slowly. At first I felt too weird to get anything going, but after a minute 
or two I began to relax. I felt like playing with my nips too, so I pulled 
up the front of my shirt to let him see my tits.

I was sliding my middle finger against my clit and pinching my nipples 
gently for a while before I thought to open my eyes and see what Mr. Taylor 
was doing. I should have expected it, but I was still a little shocked to 
see him with his dick out and his hand around it. He was staring right at my 
puss and jerking off.

Had you asked me beforehand if would get off on something like this, I would 
have yakked at the very mention of it, but now that I was actually doing it, 
the idea that I was turning him on just by touching myself really gave me a 
thrill. I fingered myself faster now, feeling my puss start to get good and 
wet. I closed my eyes and gave in to it, rubbing my clit as fast as I could. 
I felt a good come starting to build inside my stomach, and though I usually 
had to force myself to stay quiet when I was jerking off, this time I just 
let myself moan and whimper for Mr. Taylor's benefit. I heard him grunt, and 
I began to hear the noise of him stroking his dick rapidly. But then I 
finally started to come, and I didn't care what hell he was doing until it 
was over.

When I opened my eyes, I expected to see that he'd come all over himself, 
but he seemed to have stopped just short. His dick was all red and swollen, 
and he had his hand tight around it, but he wasn't moving.

"Did you come?" he asked.

"Uh-huh. Did you like that?"

"Yeah," he said. His voice was all tight and hoarse. "Do you touch yourself 
a lot?"

I almost said, _God, what is it to you?_, which I would have said in any 
other situation, but I remembered just in time that he'd paid me five 
hundred bucks for this. "What's a lot?"

"Every day?"

"Not every day. But every couple of days, maybe."

He swallowed roughly. "Do it again."

So I did. I closed my eyes and went back to fingering my puss. He went back 
to jerking off, but again, he didn't take himself all the way like I did. I 
got a good solid come out of myself in a few minutes, big enough to knock 
the wind out of me. When I caught my breath, I saw that he'd stopped holding 
his dick altogether.

"That was beautiful, Kaitlyn."

"You like watching me get myself off?"

He nodded.

"But you're not doing anything."

He gulped. "I wanted you to do it."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Could you . . . use your mouth?"

Ah. Blow-job time. Okay. I knew without him saying anything that he wanted 
to come in my mouth, which I'd never actually let any guy do up to now. But 
he'd paid for this. So I'd just have to do it, not think too hard about it, 
and swallow as fast as I could.

I leaned over to his side of the car and put his dick in my mouth. I hadn't 
really studied that sex book Tricia and I had stolen, but I'd skimmed over 
the blow-job chapter, and one bit just jumped into my mind at that moment: 
"When your partner is highly excited, move your head up and down in a steady 
rhythm." Okay. That I could do, I guess. I sucked him in and began bobbing 
up and down as fast as I could manage. Mr. Taylor immediately groaned and 
grabbed at my hair.

"Oh, God! Oh, Kaitlyn . . . that feels so good."

Yeah, he was highly excited, all right. It took all of about twenty bobs 
over his dick before he cried out and my mouth was suddenly full of what 
tasted like a cross between Chapstick and snot. I almost--almost--gagged and 
coughed all of it out, but somehow I held on and kept my lip-lock around his 
dick. He whimpered and held my head tightly until his come stopped flowing 
into my mouth. When he finally started to relax, I figured it was safe to 
pull back.

But I couldn't make myself swallow. I tried once, then twice, but I couldn't 
do it. I sat there with a mouthful of come and no idea what I was supposed 
to do now. I sat there feeling lost until Mr. Taylor opened his eyes and 
exhaled.

"That was good, Kaitlyn. That was so good."

I tried to smile as best I could, and the slightly confused look he gave me 
at that moment gave me the courage to finally gulp down his come. The moment 
it was down, I sucked in a big breath of air.

"Are you okay?" I nodded. He got a weird look in his eyes. "Have you ever 
done that before?"

"Not all the way."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I should have asked."

"I'll live." But I could see right away that he was getting off on this. 
Note to self: from now on, any time with a new client is the first time I've 
done anything. Obviously this was a guy thing. I'd have to let Tricia and 
Lauren know. Tricia might have some trouble pulling it off, but Lauren could 
do it easy, especially since she actually _hadn't_ done much of anything 
yet.

It was too soon for me to go home yet, so we sat there talking for a while. 
I wanted to explain to him somehow that it wasn't just me with this 
call-girl thing, but it was a few minutes before he gave me an opening.

"Have you told anyone about this?"

"Um, see, this is the thing," I said. "I would never tell anyone who could 
get us in trouble, but, like, the truth is, I'm not the only one doing this 
stuff. Lauren and Tricia and I, we've kind of been using our baby-sitting 
club to, you know . . ."

His jaw had just totally dropped. "_Lauren?_ My God. I could see Tricia 
doing this, but Lauren?"

"Well, she's not as far into it as Tricia and I are. She's still a virgin, 
and she doesn't want to have sex yet, but she does other stuff."

He gaped at me for a few seconds. "Other stuff?"

"Blow jobs and, you know, maybe stuff like what we just did. And--" I 
totally had to force myself to say this, but if we were going to do it, we 
had to let people know "--she'd fuck me or Tricia, if that's something you'd 
want to watch."

His eyes bulged. "You mean--?"

"Lesbo stuff. If that turns you on."

He turned and stared out across the soccer field for about ten seconds, and 
I thought for a moment that I'd gone too far and he was about to freak out.

"What would that, I mean, how much . . ."

"Depends. On what you wanted to do. We'll do each other for five hundred a 
piece. Anything more than that is extra. If you wanted to fuck me too, 
that's the usual five hundred. Lauren just does blow jobs. She'd do that for 
three hundred."

He nodded slowly. "I need . . . I need to think about this."

"Yeah. Whatever. Just let me know."

"That's a lot of money."

I shrugged. "Yeah. You'd think so. But we've been pretty busy."

He turned and looked at me. "Who else?"

"I probably shouldn't tell you who. But Tricia's with someone right now."

He closed his eyes and sat there for a moment. Then he looked at his watch. 
"I should get you home."

---

When I got back, Mom stuck her head in my room.

"Honey, Tricia called when you were gone. She wanted you to call her as soon 
as you got home."

"Cool. Thanks."

I waited until she was out of earshot and dialed Tricia's house.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Okay. Get this." She sounded excited. "Two things. First, Mr. Tolbert 
totally chickened out on me. He was drooling over my tits the whole way 
home, but I couldn't get him to understand that I'd have sex with him. 
Either he was totally dense or he was just too scared."

"It's gonna happen. Maybe next time."

"Yeah, but listen. When I got home, there was a message from Mr. Dillard. 
When I called him back, he said he wanted to see me again, and I mentioned 
about how maybe I could bring you along and all now, and he went for it. He 
wants to do us both, and watch us together just like we were talking about."

"Whoa. Already?"

"Yeah. And he didn't care about the money. I bet I should have asked for 
more."

"So he'll do it? A thousand a piece?"

"Totally."

"Shit. Shit." I told her about my discussion with Mr. Taylor. "We've got to 
get Lauren into this like asap," I said. "We're pimping her out to people, 
and she hasn't even done anything yet."

"She sounds psyched for it."

"Yeah, but until she actually does it, she could still wimp out on us."

"So what do we do?"

"I've got an idea."

---

I went over to Lauren's house the next morning, and I took the call girl 
book with me. Her folks were home and her mom didn't like us to hang out in 
her room with the door shut, so we walked over to the park. I pointed out 
the spot where I'd given Mr. Taylor a bj.

"That's totally the kind of stuff you could do, at least until we do the 
auction."

Her face went red. "I can't," she said weakly.

"Why not? It's not as gross as it sounds. Just close your eyes and pretend 
you're somewhere else."

"No. I mean, I can't because . . . I don't know how."

It actually took me a second or two to realize she meant jerking off and not 
a blow job.

"You've never gotten yourself off before?"

"No. I tried a couple of times, but nothing happened."

"Well, forget it then. If some guy wants you do it, he'll probably get off 
on teaching you how."

"But what if I don't do it right?"

I snorted at her. "It's not like it's that hard."

She kicked at the ground and started acting all dorky, and I could see what 
was coming. "All right," I said. "Just say it."

"Couldn't you show me?"

"You want me to teach you how to jerk off?"

"You and Tricia were teaching each other how to do lesbo stuff the other 
day."

"All right. Shit. Now? I guess we can't go back to your place."

She groaned. "As if. What about your house?"

I shook my head. "My folks are home too, and I don't think they're going 
anywhere. Let me call Tricia."

We sat down at a picnic table while I called her on my cell. She was home, 
her folks were at her little brother's soccer game, and they were going out 
to some team lunch at Pizza Hut afterward. So she had the house to herself 
for a few hours. I explained what was going on, and after she stopped 
laughing, she told us to come over. When we got there, we assembled in 
Tricia's room. Tricia got out the sex book and opened it to the chapter on 
masturbation. She shoved it across the bed to Lauren, who spent a few 
minutes reading it and looking like she was going to barf.

"You know," I said finally, "if you can't even do this, I don't see how 
you're going to do the call girl stuff."

"I can do it."

"So do it."

Lauren looked back and forth between me and Tricia.

"Now?"

"God," Tricia said. "This was _your_ idea."

Lauren fidgeted for a few seconds before laying back on Tricia's bed and 
taking her shorts and panties off. Tricia and I sat there watching as she 
started poking her fingers at her puss. I didn't know about Tricia, but this 
was about the freakiest thing I'd been involved in in a long time.

And I could tell right away that Lauren had no idea what she was doing. I 
gave her about a minute to experiment before I couldn't watch any more of 
it.

"Wait. Hold on." I took her finger and started moving it over her clit the 
way I liked to do it. "Just rub yourself there. Like that. Don't try so 
hard. All you really need is your finger."

Tricia glanced at me, half-nervous. "I like to touch my nipples sometimes 
too."

"Yeah," I said. "Use your other hand to play with your nips."

Lauren sat up and took her top off. She was now naked while Tricia and I sat 
there with all our clothes on. I could tell Lauren was really embarrassed 
about all this but didn't want to chicken out either.

Lauren had even smaller tits than I did, but her nips were bigger, bigger 
and darker than mine. I wondered if that was because she was a brunette and 
I was a blonde. She started tweaking them with her left hand while her other 
hand went back between her legs.

For a few minutes, she did nothing but rub her middle finger against her 
clit, but I could tell she was getting somewhere. She started getting wet, 
and soon she was breathing hard and shivering and making these little 
squeaking sounds. Tricia and I kept looking at each other like we couldn't 
believe we were doing this, but neither of us moved.

It took a while longer, but eventually Lauren's hand started moving really 
fast and her whole body went rigid as she came. She held herself tightly for 
a few seconds before relaxing and letting out a gasp.

I let her catch her breath a minute before saying anything. "You get it 
now?" She nodded.

"So she's just going to do this and bjs?" Tricia asked.

"Maybe. But Mr. Taylor acted like he might want the two of us together."

Lauren sat up, startled. "What?"

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't told her about that conversation.

"I told Mr. Taylor about you guys last night. When I told him about the 
lesbo stuff, he looked interested."

She gulped. "Me and you?"

"I think so. Tricia and I are going to do it for Mr. Dillard this week some 
time. He's paying us a thousand a piece."

"But I haven't practiced it like you guys have."

Tricia and I looked at each other again. She laughed. "My folks won't be 
back until like two."

I rolled my eyes at Lauren. "I don't even know what Mr. Taylor is going to 
want to do. It's not like you have to decide now."

"I _said_ I'd do it," she whined. "But I want to practice first like you 
guys did. I don't want to go there with you and not know anything."

Tricia stared at me. "What do you think?"

I groaned. "You guys do it. I don't care."

"But he wants me and you," Lauren said. Nobody said anything for a few 
seconds. But I was starting to get really sick of Lauren's whining, so I 
finally just stood up and got undressed. I lay down on Tricia's bed beside 
her.

"Okay. Fine. Go ahead and fuck me. I don't care."

But Lauren sat there looking bewildered. "What do I do?"

Tricia immediately grabbed the sex book and pulled her chair closer to the 
bed. She flipped toward the front. "Start by kissing and caressing her 
breasts."

Lauren began feeling me up gently. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to 
look at Tricia giving her stage directions. I felt Lauren kissing my left 
tit, then sucking weakly on the nipple. Tricia read some more suggestions 
out of the book, and Lauren followed along. It went like this for several 
minutes while I tried to decide if it was getting me off. Then Tricia told 
her to get between my legs.

"Performing oral sex on a woman," Tricia read. "Begin by kissing and 
nuzzling the vulva--"

"Eww," I said. Lauren let out a nervous laugh. "Vulva," she said, and she 
and Tricia started giggling. Then Tricia said, "Vulva," again, and they 
started laughing.

"Geeks," I said, still keeping my eyes closed. They stopped laughing after a 
few seconds. I felt Lauren plant a kiss on my puss.

"Caress the outer lips with your tongue," Tricia said, "paying attention the 
sensitive clitoris." That caused both of them to start laughing again, and I 
finally sat up.

"Just shut up and let her do it already. Or the two of you can play with 
your own vulvas." Both of them shrieked with laughter, and this time I 
couldn't help laughing with them. We had to take a break for a few minutes 
and calm down before Lauren could start again. This time I made Tricia put 
the book away and shut up.

Pretty soon Lauren was licking away at my puss like she'd been doing it 
forever. I wasn't sure about Tricia, but I was convinced in less than a 
minute that Lauren was a closet lesbo, or at least bi-. She just got into it 
too quickly. And, um, she was pretty good at it for never having done it 
before. After a few minutes I stopped worrying about what it all meant and 
just let her get me off.

It started building in my stomach as I felt Lauren's tongue, which was so 
much smaller and pointier than Mr. Taylor's or Mr. Wellington's, spinning 
and flicking against my clit. I pinched and pulled on my nipples and tried 
to hold off as long as I could, but finally it all came rushing down to my 
puss in a big wave, and I felt my back arching and my body getting really 
tight and I groaned out, "Fuck!" just as she pushed me over the edge. And 
she kept licking and lapping at me really fast until I pushed her away. I 
came so hard that I was shivering and shaking afterward.

"Was that good?" Lauren asked.

I nodded as best I could. When I opened my eyes, Lauren was looking proud of 
herself, but Tricia was staring at us with a really weird look on her face. 
It took me a few seconds to figure it out.

"Why don't you practice on Tricia too?" I gasped.

Lauren looked at her and said, "Okay," but Tricia was already getting 
undressed before she'd even opened her mouth. I got off the bed and sat at 
Tricia's desk to watch. The two of them came together and started making 
out. I read the book while Lauren went down on her, and Tricia eventually 
got off about as hard as I had. Then she went down on Lauren, which somehow 
didn't surprise me. Lauren squirmed around and moaned and groped at Tricia's 
head until she came with a little squeak about five minutes later.

"Are you two done? Can I get dressed now?"

Lauren giggled. "Wait 'til Mr. Taylor sees us. This is going to be so cool."

Blah. I didn't care what Mr. Taylor thought. But that thousand bucks I'd 
earn from fucking Lauren for him, now _that_ was going to be cool.

---

[Ch.5 coming soon]


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