I stepped down the stairs, still half asleep. As I was about halfway down, one of the caretakers grabbed me by the arm. She was the same one from yesterday. I knew her, as I had for the past few years. She was about my age, taller than me, natural blonde, super nice. Marie! That was her name.
"Hey." I greeted her, still wondering what she stopped me for.
"There is a woman down there. Your new sitter. We were given strict instructions not to interfere with your business." She peered over her shoulder to the door. "Good luck." With that she patted me on the back and retreated to the second floor.
"Hi." I made my way down the rest of the stairs where I saw the woman Marie was talking about. She was facing the door wearing high heels, an above knee skirt, and a checkered shirt that matched her shoes.
When she heard me, she turned around, revealing a small suitcase.
"Hi, I'm Hannah." She reached her hand out for me to shake, but instead I walked past her and made sure the door was locked.
"'Sup, Hannah?"
"Nothing much." There was a short pause. " You know what I'm here for right?" I turned back around to face her.
"You, Hannah, are my babysitter." I could tell that me continually saying her name made her uncomfortable. That gave me an idea.
"Hannah, do you know what you're dealing with here?" I stepped closer to her, stopping when our faces were as close as possible despite the few inch height advantage her heels gave her over me.
"Yeah, I do." She backed up, visibly flustered. Her cheeks weren't red though, or even anymore pink that before. She hadn't blushed, meaning she probably just thought these bogus advances were strange.
I backed away and studied her body language for a moment, making sure it looked like I was checking her out. She looked uncomfortable. If I was going to get this to work, I needed her to be much more than that.
Already knowing the answer to the question, I asked:
"So, Hannah...Are you gay?" She didn't flinch at the question, but didn't respond immediately either.
"No. Either way, I don't really think that's any of your business, Miss. Stallworth." She fixed her shirt and started up the stairs. I waited for a moment then did the same, walking slightly faster than her and to her right.
"See, me...I'm still figuring that stuff out," I lied, "but you,,,You look like you have all of your shit together." I stopped once I reached the top of the stairs, waiting for her to catch up.
She didn't respond to me, and simply brushed past me, scanning the long hallway for her room. Once she found it, she opened the door and entered the room.
I sprinted to catch up, amused that my tactics already seemed like they were making her regret taking this job.
"How old are you?" I leaned in her open doorway, arms crossed.
"Almost seventeen." She wasn't acknowledging my presence, but still replied this time. She made her way over to her bed where she sat down her suitcase, opened it, and began placing her things into the dresser in the corner of the room.
There were two beds in her room, one on either side of a large desk placed along the wall. There were two windows (one above each bed), and a closet towards the door. At the end of the second bed was a small bathroom fully equipped with a shower, sink, mirror, cabinet, and toilet.
I trotted over to the bed furthest from the bathroom since it was suddenly overflowing with Hannah's things.
"I can help you with that." I tried to seem helpful to gain attention. Again, it didn't work. Hannah, appearing from the bathroom, crouched down next to her bed and slid her now empty suitcase underneath it.
Then, she swung herself around so that she was sitting on the bed, removing her four inch heels and replacing them with off-white slippers.
She bent down once more to set her shoes next to the suitcase. This time, her skirt slid off of the bed a couple of seconds after she did, revealing more of her ass than she probably wanted me to see. I subtly turned towards the wall, hiding my surprisingly flushed cheeks from Hannah, despite her not giving a shit about what I was doing.
"So how does this whole thing work?" I asked as she sat back on top of the bed. When she did, the springs squeaked slightly. I felt something in my stomach light up.
"What thing?"
"Th- ahem- the babysitting thing." I blushed again, this time more embarrassed than the last. I absolutely hated saying that I had a babysitter. I didn't need one.
"I'll explain it later, but I'm mostly making it up as I go along." She crossed her tan legs, and I accidentally glanced over at them just before one leg touched the other, closing the gap making her underwear visible.
"Are you okay?" Hannah asked, startling me.
"Yep. I'm good as gold, baby." I smiled at her, still trying to charm her out of her babysitting position. Make her uncomfortable enough around me, and she'll leave. That was the plan.
"Okay. Your face was just red. I didn't know if you felt sick or something." She (seemingly unconsciously) flipped her hair over her shoulder before flattening out her skirt.
Hannah peeked over and scanned my outfit. "I'm gonna change. You're just wearing sweats, so I don't think I need to be this dressed up." She walked over to the large dresser beside the bed where I sat. When she closed it's drawers and realized that I was still there, she looked at me, possibly annoyed. I couldn't really tell.
"Awww, can I stay, Hannah? Please, Hannah?"
She snorted. "No." As she walked over to the bathroom, clothes in hand, I exited the room, wondering if she already figured out what I was trying to do.
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Hannah's POV
"So, Hannah...Are you gay?"
The question of my sexuality was long running, but I had never been openly asked about it like this. Never so blatantly. I took a moment to consider my answer, and finally decided on 'no'.
"Either way, I don't really think that's any of your business, Miss. Stallworth." I added some pleasantries, and started to make my way up the long winding staircase that lead to the upper floor of the mansion where I was now employed.
I could hear the girl's fast paced pitter patter as she practically chased me up the stairs. Then, she started talking again. I'm not entirely sure what she was saying because I can't truthfully say that I was paying any attention to her.
Once I found my bedroom in the endless hallway of rooms, I opened the door and started unpacking the few things I brought with me, sliding my suitcase under the bed with my shoes once I removed them. I slid on my favorite slippers and glanced over at, what was her name? Mavis. That was it.
"So, how does this whole thing work?"
"What thing?" I was just messing with her. I obviously knew what she was talking about, and I think that this was the first genuine remark she's made so far. Still, she fucked with me, so it was only fair I returned the favor.
Looking uncomfortable and red in the face, she replied, "the babysitting thing."
Fuck. I'd never even thought about it. I had no clue how this was going to work. All Mavis's parents told me was that she was reckless and that they needed someone to make sure she didn't do anything too irresponsible while they were out of town. This was going to be interesting...
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I sat across the hall from Hannah's open door, waiting for her to be finished. I heard the water running for a while, up until a few seconds ago that is.
I needed to seem eager. WAY too eager to catch a glimpse of her changing, or possibly something that had to do with scaring her shitless when she saw me sitting here. It didn't matter to me. I just need her out of here so I can get back to having some real fun.
"Hi." Hannah opened the door, and greeted me before I could her. I looked her up and down when she did. She came out of the room fully clothed, wearing sweats, a white sports bra, and a white zip up hoodie over it. Her hair was wet around her face, but the only part that I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of were her lips. The were barely parted, each a light shade of red, glistening in the sunlight coming through the many windows of the house.
What the hell was this?