Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep11

Krystal gave a little chuckle as she said, "Alright, go see Kirsten again and get your make-up touched up. You look like you just ate somebody's pussy."

I laughed and chit-chatted with Krystal as Jenny got a quick touch-up. As I returned to the front, Kirsten was just finishing and I heard the fortyish make-up artist telling Jenny, "I can't wait to eat that young pussy of yours, Jenny." I chuckled as I escorted a newly drop-dead-gorgeous but completely red-faced Jenny back to the car. As I pulled away from the curb I teased, "Well Jenny, two pussies in two days, you're turning into quite the little lesbian slut aren't you?" Jenny probably would have blushed even more if that were physically possible, as she responded, "I can't believe I just licked a complete stranger."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," Jenny responded dutifully. "I just wanted to make her happy; I always hate being a disappointment."

I sighed slightly. "Oh Jenny, we really need to work on your self-esteem. You are a beautiful girl, a smart girl and a very nice girl. Don't you know that? Krystal doesn't hire just anyone, she saw something special in you, just like I do." "Thanks," Jenny responded, although her tone indicated she didn't completely believe me.

"We're here," I announced as we arrived at our next stop, Mill's Boutique. I assumed Jenny had no idea who worked here.

"Mill's Boutique?" Jenny queried as we arrived. "Isn't this that place where the rich and famous shop?"

"I suppose it is. Come on sweetie, I have a surprise for you."

We got out of the car and walked towards the front door. But I paused before we entered and cautioned Jenny, "Before we go in I should explain that once we go in there, there is probably no turning back." "What do you mean?"

you can continue coming over to my place no matter what happens here, and you have a job with Krystal so you will still have lots of opportunities to be submissive, but if you walk through

what I was saying, "Um,

know who works

"No."

"Karen."

Jenny's face went white.

shall treat you as my lesbian slave in front of her and

"Oh," Jenny whispered.

be too much for you, just tell me no; I'm not ordering you to do this and you won't hurt

finally replied, surprisingly upbeat and thoroughly, "I trust you, Mistress. I will never refuse anything you ask of me and if you think this is a good idea, then I do too. As you say, I'm not obeying you in doing this, I'm right with

Jenny!" I enthused, "Let's go have some

as my job keeps me financially well off; I'm not a millionaire, but I do live a very comfortable life, so I could afford the absurd prices this boutique charged. The shop today wasn't that busy, with only a couple of people browsing through clothing. One was a slightly overweight girl with someone I assumed was her mother, looking at wedding dresses; the other was obviously a trophy wife looking at cocktail dresses and treating her saleswoman with unjustified distain. I didn't see Karen at first, which worried me a bit as we walked over to the cocktail dress

greeted me politely, dressed in a classy black skirt, nude pantyhose, three-inch black boots and

outfits must look sexy, but not slutty." Karen

question seemed to break the tension, although she

in kind of a school uniform, you've gone from your normal conservative unflattering look to much more

"What's tonight?"