Early access - Babysitter Dilema II

Rody had by now saved more than enough money to cover his finances. In fact, his babysitting job paid so well that he had started to consider going abroad to continue his studies, which he had left pending a year ago. His sister was impressed too and on the occasions she happened to stop by for a talk she  loved to tease about him, “who know you had it in you to look after kids? Maybe it's the costume”

Rody always laughed at this, trying to appear unbothered. But he knew the truth, he knew that it was not his ability to look after children that had earned him all those secret bonuses. The memory of Mr. Johnson’s hands roaming over his body while they made out on the queen size bed of the master bedroom made his skin burn in shame. By now he must have kissed that man more times than any other woman he’d been with. “Just one more payment” is what Rody would tell himself everytime he found himself pinned against the wall by his employer. Mr. Johnson loved to dart his tongue deep inside of Rody’s, claiming it for himself. His hands often found their way to his rear where they remained firm. Rody worried Mr. Johnson would one day let his hand wander too far and run into an unexpected surprise, so he opted distract him with the only thing the man seemed to like more than to make out with his pretty little babysitter: a blowjob.

“But not anymore” he told himself firmly while getting dressed. He was determined to move on with his life and put this….whatever it was, behind him. He would tell Mr. Johnson that “Rina” was leaving, and then he’d be free.Speaking to the man proved difficult as he made Rody lay on the bed, their lips smushing on each other. Rody couldn't help but gasp as the man pinned down his hands above his head. “Mr. Johnson–mgh” a kiss muffled him. Rody wiggled under the weight of the man, his tongue went wild inside of his mouth and forced a little moan out. 

“Mr. johnson, please I need to–ohgod” the other man’s hands squeezed Rody’s ass hard. He hated how hard it made to think clearly, to get his mind away from that thrill, that forbidden taste of arousal that always wanted to poke out its ugly head. 

“What is it, doll?” Mr. Johnson chuckle, he was already losing his shirt, his breath hot against Rody’s cheek, “Desperate to put that little mouth of yours to work, huh? Don’t worry we’ll get there…”

“N-No Mr. Johnson, I need to talk to you, it's about us– about all this” The older man stopped his roaming hands, he stiffened, then retreated with an expectant stare. Now Rody was not so sure he wanted to have this talk.

“I…I am leaving” said the faux-babysitter, “I have gotten some new opportunities, and as…lovely as it is to work for you” he said, lying though his teeth, “I simply cannot put this down. I…I, listen Mr. Johnson, we can both just keep quiet about all this and…”

The man raised a hand and started to fix his shirt, “I have heard enough” he said. Rody kept his mouth shut, afraid of saying something wrong. “I understand, Rina, a young woman like yourself still does have all of her life ahead of her. You can go, I will call the cops later this afternoon”

Rody blinked, “what, what do you mean?”

Mr. Johnson stared at him with cold eyes, “You really don't think I would get a crossdressing sissy like you just walk away from all this, do you?” The man chuckled, taking in the face of horror plastered over the doll before him, “I had my doubts, but It was easy to figure out everything once i started to pay more attention” 

“Y-you knew…” Rody stepped back, he felt asphyxiated even in the wide room, “but, you can't do that, if you do everyone will know that you-”

“Got head from you?” the man shrugged, “It would be your word against mine, and when I tell them that my babysitter turned out to be a perverted man that seemed to only do this to get close to my children,...even a dumb little doll like you can imagine what will happen next, can't you?” 

Rody pressed his back against the far wall. His whole word was falling apart now. The idea of studying abroad now, once so close now seemed lightyears away. Mr. Johnson stepped forward, he stood face to face with Rody, a cruel smile on his lips. He lifted a hand and gently cupped Rody’s chin, “but of course, all of that won't have to happen if Rina keeps coming to do her job. She might even get a raise, provided she adds more days to her work week”

Rody felt tears swell up on the corners of his eyes. His mouth was tied, so he only nodded slowly, looking into Mr. Johnson's eyes.

“Smart girl” the man let go. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, “now why don't you get to work, while I discuss some new ground rules?”

A week later, Rina adjusted the hem of her dress. It was by far the shortest thing she had worn, far too scandalous for a babysitter but Mr johnson had been very clear; she was to dress to his tastes now, and the man loved a woman that showed some leg. The alluring green nails had also been one of his demands, one that Rody had a hard time trying to hide from the rest of the world. She wiped her mouth to make sure nothing was there just as Mr. Johnson came out of the bedroom, adjusting his pants, “Look over the kids and have dinner ready, Rina. I will be back by 8”

“Yes, sir” was her response. Meek, powerless

“Oh, and you will stay for dinner too, want you?”

Rina hesitated only for a second, “o-of course!” Mr Johnson nodded and left, but not before giving Rina’s ass a firm grab and all Rina could manage in response was a forced smile. 

She was starting to wish she’d gotten thrown into jail instead.