Bad Babysitter

By Christian Quinn

Divorced, stressed, and called to an urgent meeting with the financial audit committee. Not the quiet Thursday evening in with his son he'd hoped to enjoy.

There's no possibility of asking Helen, the bitter ex-wife, for assistance. Any excuse and she's on the phone to her solicitor, shortly after come the demands for more cash.

In need of a babysitter, he calls Abigail. The studious bookworm, ever reliable and great with their son.

Only, Abigail can't make it on such short notice. Out on a limb, he asks Abigail if she knows of any other babysitters who might be available last minute.

To his surprise, Abigail recommends her twin sister, Alison.

Shocked to find out Abigail has a twin sister, but thrilled to have found a babysitter, the date is set.

It's only when Alison arrives that he finds out just how different these babysitting twin sisters can be.

Warning: The 10,500 word short British erotic story is for 18+ only, and is best enjoyed with an open mind and a glass of red wine. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deviant Erotica
• Release date: May 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463190708

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BAD BABYSITTER

By

Christian Quinn

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Bad Babysitter

Copyright © 2018 by Christian Quinn

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.

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Balancing on one leg, trying to get my best work shoe on to my other foot, my phone tucked into the recess of my shoulder and pressed against my ear, I was in a mess. Ever since my appointment as Chief Financial Office for Schuster & Bing, I'd inherited a seemingly never ending mass of problems and irregularities that I, unfortunately, was ultimately responsible for ironing out.

I'd accepted the job, reluctantly, knowing all too well that the previous incumbent in the role, my now ex-boss, had been given early retirement for his part in this mess. The hefty bump in salary was nice, but I hadn't wanted the extra stress. I was doing just fine as Head of Internal Accounts. My now ex-wife had been the loudest proponent for me applying for, and accepting the role. Helen, or as I more often referred to her as simply the ex, had pound signs in her eyes. Chief Financial Officer of a nationwide retailer. All she imagined was all expenses paid trips to the region's many shopping centres in her shiny new Range Rover, and at least four holidays a year. On the other hand I knew I was heading into a shit show, and I'd be lucky to join her on even one of those holidays.

She'd still go. In fact, she had still gone. And each time she booked a little getaway as she irritatingly insisted on calling it, we would argue before she went, and after she'd get back. When she called home we’d frequently end up arguing then, too. It was a fun time.

For all the extra financial reward the position had given me, I’d lost well over half of my monthly paycheque in child support, and was only just about paying the mortgage on our marital home. I’d been allowed to keep the house. Helen’s solicitor had ensured I pay for her rent on a newly built 4 bed, along with the monthly car payment, cost of living expenses, and a whole weighty document more full of legal bullshit designed to bleed me dry whilst she fucked her latest man friend.

The shiny smooth plastic screen of my mobile phone pressed against my ear, the tinny speaker blasting the third long dialling tone straight up my ear canal and into my fraught nerves. I’d felt my body tense yet further with each unanswered ring.

Hi Mr Cox, how are you doing? Ahhh the voice of Abigail, our beloved bookworm babysitter. During the last two years of our failing marriage, Helen and I had Alison babysit for us so many times. Usually our nights out would end up in