The Babysitters Club

The Babysitters Club

My family lives in a nice, quiet, suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of a large city. You know the type: lots of nice houses, manicured lawns, and soccer moms who don't have to work. These neighborhoods are great places to raise kids, though they do tend to be a little spoiled. It just goes with the territory, I guess. All the wives are spoiled, so why not the kids?

I was playing golf with Jace, one of my buddies from the golf club. I'd met him at the club about a year earlier, and we enjoy playing a round of golf now and then and getting a few beers together. I was talking about living in the suburbs and said, "The problem with all this tranquility is that it's boring. I mean, really. A lot of the women around here are hot, but it's all off limits, you know?"

He nodded in return and said, "Yeah, I hear you. My daughter is still too young to have to worry about all that. She's not interested in guys yet, well, not beyond just a concept of it, so dating is still completely off the radar. I feel sorry for guys like you with eighteen year old daughters. Now that's gotta be hard."

I nodded my agreement and said, "Thanks, dude. Twist the knife some while you're at it," I chuckled, then sighed. "Dating is the natural thing at her age, though, so no use fighting it," I said, and we were quiet for a minute.

"I get dragged to a lot of the Varsity sports games because my wife, Jessica, is on the booster committee. All I can say is, DAMN. I don't give a shit about the sports, but I love watching the games, if you know what I mean." We both chuckled knowingly. "I just wish that there was more excitement in my life than staring at wives and daughters."

Jace was quiet for a moment, then said, "Do you mean that?" I looked confused. "Do you really mean that you would like to spice things up?"

"What, Jace, are you going to tell me that you and your wife are swingers?" I asked sarcastically. He shrugged his shoulders.

"No, but I'm not gonna lie, that would be AWESOME, but that is not what I meant," he said, and I looked surprised at that answer. I had secretly wanted to get into swinging for years, but there was no way that my wife would ever go for that. She was too prudish."

"You're killing me here, Jace. What are you talking about then?" I asked, and he sighed heavily.

"This is a confidential conversation, right? Guy code?" he asked, meaning that I had to keep my mouth shut about whatever he said. I nodded my agreement.

"What if the ladies were... younger, and a lot more willing?" he asked, and I looked at him funny.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, and he was silent for a long moment again, then he finally spoke again.

"Seriously, dude. This can not get out. If I tell you, you can't say ANYTHING," he said seriously. I need your word on it," he said ominously. What the fuck?

"You have my word," I said. He nodded, then pulled out his wallet, removed a business card, and handed it to me. The card had three gold, script font letters, B.S.C., and a phone number. That was it. I looked up at him in confusion. Jace glanced around to make sure that nobody was in earshot, then quietly said, "It means Baby Sitters Club."

I shrugged and said, "I don't get all the secrecy. Lots of the girls around the neighborhood do babysitting. Paige started doing it when she was fourteen. What's the big deal?"

Jace shook his head. "Not like this," he said. "These girls offer a more 'intimate' kind of service," he said, and the light went off in my head.

"You mean that they offer themselves?" I stated, and he nodded. Wow, that was... yeah. "Are you serious?" I asked, and he nodded again.

"It's life altering," he whispered. "Can you imagine having your experience now, with those girls? It's insane."

"How old are you talking about?" I asked, feeling worried.

"They are all eighteen and up, but some of them are High School seniors. Most are one or two years older, but all of them are under twenty one. Mostly college girls who live here," he said, and I know I must have looked shocked.

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked, and he nodded.

"I don't get any more serious than this. It's insane," he said and shook his head.

"You're fucking with me," I said immediately and shook my head. "I don't believe it."

"Believe it, man. This shit is a hundred percent real," he said and sighed. "I hate to admit it, but I am hooked. I'm never moving from here!"

"But why? Why would they do that?" I asked in disbelief.

"Money, most of them," he said with a sigh. "Some are paying for college or want more money to have a better living at school, or to buy a newer car. But most are just nymphomaniacs who love the thrill of it. All I know is they are usually incredibly enthusiastic and the best you will ever have."

"So, you've done this a lot?" I asked, and he nodded.

"I wouldn't call it a lot, but enough to never look back. I love my wife, but she has grown kind of cold in the bedroom, and that can't compete with a young, athletic girl who wants it," he grimaced.

"Aren't you worried about being recognized? That they will know who you are?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"It's happened a couple of times, and to be honest, those are the best ones. It's incredible when you have a girl that you've known. They go crazy on you. Full on nympho. And no, I'm not worried. You think she's going to tell anyone what she's doing?"

My head was swimming. This couldn't be real. "Don't you feel guilty?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"Why? They are offering a service, and I'm buying. I didn't make them do it. I'm not forcing them. We both win. I always ask for their consent first, and not a single one has ever backed out," he stated, and I shook my head. He was serious. This existed.

At first, I was in shock, but then I began to think. Sex for money was nothing new, and many of the girls around here were HOT. I mean, stupidly hot daughters of trophy wives. So, yeah, I could see this happening.

"One time, I got one of the college girls who works at my daughter's gymnastics school and, dude, THAT was mind blowing. That girl ruined me," Jace laughed.

I stood there quietly imagining the scene. After a minute, Jace chuckled and said, "Wipe the drool from your chin, dude."

We spent the rest of the round talking about the Babysitters Club, and by the end, I was dying to give it a try. Jace said that they offered three levels of service. Level one was giving the girl a full body massage. You were allowed to touch the girl all over, but that was all. This was usually the newer girls. No sex, just appreciating her body. "But the girl may offer more if she is comfortable with you," Jace said.

Level two was blowjobs. Simple and to the point. Level three was sex. You could request an hour, three hours, all night, or a full weekend. My head was swimming.

I asked him how things went when you called, and he told me that it was usually very straightforward.

"They have a few motel rooms that they keep all the time. They give you the room number and the door code to open it. You never have to go check in or anything. I would suggest starting off easy. Do a massage and see if you like it. I mean, I know you'll like it, but see if you want to take it further."

I went home and just stared at the card. It was crazy. Jace was talking about girls who were the same age as my daughter! But they weren't my daughter. UGH! I was so horny now, and I felt like a creep for even thinking about it. I got in the shower to wash off the summer sweat from my golf game, and stoked myself as I thought about the Senior girls at my daughter's school. How perfect they were. The beautiful, flawless skin over tight muscles, and the possibility of having one of them. Yeah, I didn't last long.

I tried to put it out of my mind as something crazy. These were girls, not even women yet! Well, they were all over eighteen, so they were technically adults, but you know what I mean. They were still young. I think my biggest hangup was the thought of them being the same age as my daughter, Paige, who had just turned eighteen two months earlier. She would be starting her Senior year in a month, at the end of the summer.

I tried to snuggle up to my wife that night in bed, but she acted like I was trying to force her or something. "Really, Robert? Why do you always do this? It's like you are never satisfied! Just leave me alone," she said as she yanked the covers and rolled them around her as she turned away from me. It completely pissed me off, and I stormed off to my study. Never satisfied? It had been months!

I tried to calm down, but I couldn't. I was so pissed off. I mean, I do everything for that woman! I'd given her everything, and she treats me like that? No! I pulled out my desk drawer and the card Jace had given me. I dialed the number, not even thinking about it.

"Babysitters club," a smooth female voice answered with a soft Carolina kind of lilt. She did not sound young, and I suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Uh, hello... My uh... My friend gave me your card and suggested that I call you. I'm not sure what to do," I confessed.

"That fine, sugar. It's ok. You don't need to be nervous," she said smoothly. "Did your friend explain about our service, and what it is?" the woman asked. I swallowed.

"Uh, yes," I stammered.

"Ok, that's good. I hope you understand that we have to build a profile for all of our clients to protect our girls. I am the only one who sees these profiles, ok?" she said, and I could understand that. It actually made me feel a little better.

"Are all of our activities tracked?" I asked and her answer was immediate.

"Oh, no, sir. Not in the way that you mean. It is not tied to your profile at all. That could cause issues," she said, and I agreed. "Do you want me to begin building your profile?"

"Yes," I said after only a moment.

"Good. We will do all communications moving forward online for security purposes. You need to get a secure end-to-end encryption email service. Please set that up, and send me an email to this address," she said, then rattled off an email address. Ok, I thought. Getting real.

It only took a few minutes to set up the app and fire off the email. I received a reply a few minutes later with some basic questions. Name, address, driver's license number, etc. There were no questions about anything sexual or about my family.

About thirty minutes went by, and I received another email.

"Welcome to the Babysitters Club. Please make your requests to this email address. The subject line should read, "Dorothy." A 24 Hour notice is appreciated.

Let me answer a couple of frequently asked questions right up front. Yes, these are all local girls from your neighborhoods. Yes, they are all 18 to 21 years old. Most attend the University. Yes, most of them are athletic girls, but not all. Yes, they know how to be very discreet. They need to protect their own reputations as well."

There was a short description of services and how to format the request. Also, the fact that payments will be made via credit card at the time of booking. "It is highly recommended that you get a private card that only you know about." That was a good idea, but my wife never looked at our credit or bank account as long as she always had money to spend. I began typing out a new email.

"Dorothy"

"I would like a Level 1 appointment. Preferably blonde and athletic. Tomorrow evening, if possible."

Send.

A few minutes later, an email arrived with payment instructions, along with a time and directions for the meetup. The meeting would be from 5:30 to 6:30.

It was earlier than I expected, but that was fine. I paid the bill as instructed and went to bed, not feeling the least bit guilty that I was going behind my wife's back. Not if she were going to keep denying me sexually.

I texted Jace the next day and told him I had booked a session for that evening. He suggested that I carry some cash as either a tip or to pay for extras. He said that it was possible, but not to expect it. I got more nervous as the end of the day approached, but I pushed that down. I wasn't having sex with the girl, just giving her a massage. But still.

I pulled up to the little motel that was on the edge of our part of town. Honestly, I'd never even noticed it before. It was an older motel style building where you can park and walk straight into the rooms. The parking lot had a few cars, and the spaces in front of the room were full. Not a problem. I parked, then checked my email to make sure I had the correct room number and the entry code. I was a few minutes early, but only a few. I walked to the door, punched in the number, and opened it, not expecting anyone since I was early.

Inside, there was a pretty teenage girl standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed. "Hi," she said innocently and gave me a small wave of her hand. She looked a lot like my daughter, but had blonde hair instead of red. She wore a pair of denim shorts and a hoodie. She was barefoot and just stood there looking at me. The girl looked the same age as my daughter. I instantly felt like a creep, but I stepped into the room and closed the door.

"Hello," I said to the girl, and she grinned at me. I held out my hand and said, "I'm Robert," I said in what I hoped was a friendly tone. My voice was shaky. She took my hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Monica," she said smoothly. I nodded and held her hand for a moment.

"This is my first time doing something like this, Monica. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this, ok? It's ok if you want to leave," I said. She cocked her head to the side, then gave it a small shake.

"No, I want to be here," she said and grinned. "I'm still just a little bit nervous, is all," she said and I grinned back at her.

"Well, that makes two of us. Listen, this is my first time, like I said, and I don't want to do anything that you are uncomfortable with, ok? All you have to do is say stop, and I will. Ok?" I said to her. She looked up into my eyes and nodded. "Have you done this before?"

"Yes, but only once, so I am still new to it," she said. I nodded again, trying to make myself calmer, but I could see her pointy nipples pressed against her top through her open hoodie and I felt my groin begin to stir.

"I guess you must have enjoyed it since you are doing it again," I commented, and she nodded.

"Oh yes, I enjoyed it a lot. It feels so deliciously dirty," she said, then blushed. I nodded and smiled.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself. Hopefully I can make you feel good also," I said, and she nodded. "You look to be about the same age as my daughter. She's eighteen and about to be a Senior," I said, and the girl lit up.

"Me, too! That's neat. Would you... Would you like for me to call you Dad or anything?" she asked, and I shook my head. That would be too much to handle! We just stood there looking at each other awkwardly. Finally, she asked, "Should I get undressed, or do you want to undress me?"

God, I would love to undress her, but I was nervous and didn't think that I could get my fingers to work right then. "Go ahead and do what you want. I want you to be comfortable," I said, and she smiled.

"You're nice," she said. "Would you mind getting undressed, too? Last time, it felt weird to be naked when he wasn't. And you look nice. I'd like to see you, too." She blushed again.

We both got undressed, and she stood there like a perfect goddess. She was very lean, with well defined muscles that rippled when she moved. She looked to be about five feet eight or nine, with small breasts and a perfect, heart shaped ass. God, I wanted to push my face into that ass!

She made no motion to cover herself, and grinned at me nervously as my eyes lingered on her perfect form. "Monica, you are amazingly beautiful!" I said, and she perked up.

"Really?" she said. "The other day, a guy at school told me that my thighs are too big. I'm a swimmer, so we kick a lot, you know? So, we have muscular thighs," she babbled as she patted her thigh.

"Oh, sweetie. Please don't listen to them. High school guys are idiots. I know, I used to be one of them," I said and got the smile I was hoping for. We both sat down on the edge of the bed, and I asked, "May I touch you?" She nodded instantly.

"Yes, please," she said sweetly. I began running my fingers up her spine, and as expected, her flesh went all goose pimply. She sighed, enjoying the sensation. I did this for a minute, just running my hand over her back. I could feel the tension ease out of the girl. I gently guided her towards the mattress, and she went with the motion, lying herself out for me face down. The girl's ass was a true work of art, and I began running my hand over her perfect skin.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered, and she responded by laying her hand on my leg.

"You're not too bad yourself," she breathed back to me. "You have a really nice cock." I moved around so I could rub her properly, running my hands down her back, across her shapely butt, and down her long, muscular legs. I was in heaven.

After a few minutes of just worshiping her, she began lifting her ass into the air, encouraging me to run my fingers between her cheeks. I happily obliged her, and she began to move with the rhythm of my fingers, breathing heavily. She was obviously enjoying what I was doing, so I pushed my fingers deeper until my fingertips met her anus.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned and raised herself even higher, opening herself up to me. I have talented hands, and I knew exactly what to do for her. I positioned my thumb to rest on her anus while I massaged her little clit with my middle finger. I then ran my thumb in little circles on her anus in time with the clit massage. Soon, she began riding my hand greedily.

"Uhhh... Ohhhh... Yeah..., she moaned as I worked her with one hand while massaging her perfect cheeks with the other. She was building, and my cock was rock hard. God, I wanted to fuck this girl!

I knew she was close, so I slipped my thumb inside her anus, just up to the first knuckle, and it pushed her over the edge. "UUUGGGHHHH!" she moaned loudly, and I could feel her anus muscles pulse on my inserted thumb as she orgasmed. I continued to work her ass and clit, and was soon rewarded with a second, intense orgasm. She was soaking wet. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I controlled myself.

I lifted her hips up and pushed my face into that perfect ass. I breathed in deeply, enjoying her musky scent. I love doing this and I just couldn't help myself. My tongue flicked out across her rosebud, and she shuddered. I wanted to apologize for going beyond the agreement, but she wasn't complaining, so I didn't.

"Oh, my god! Oh... Oh, Damn!" she breathed. I kissed her perfect butt cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze.

"Did you like that?" I asked, and she groaned.

"Way too much. I had no idea that could feel so good," she said breathily. I chuckled and gave her butt a little pat before getting up and moving around towards where her head was by the side of the bed. I moved in close to her, standing by her head. I leaned over and began massaging her strong shoulders and back, knowing that my position was putting my cock right in front of her face.

I kneaded her taut back muscles as I ran my hands over her perfect skin. Then, I felt what I had hoped for. Her full lips began kissing my cock. I sighed loudly to let her know that I was enjoying the sensation, and I was rewarded with the warmth of her tongue swirling around my head. I moaned softly and didn't move. I wanted this to be all her. She began moving up and down on my shaft. She was a bit clumsy at first, but she quickly got the hang of it. I liked the feeling of her teeth lightly scraping my shaft.

"Mmmm, yeah. Do you like that?" I asked, and she hmmmed an affirmative answer. "Do what you want, baby. I'm all yours." She didn't hesitate any longer and began sucking me harder. I oohed and aahed encouragingly, but I remained still rather than face fucking her. This was her time. I reached down and entwined my fingers into her hair, feeling her head rise and fall on me. It had been months since I'd had sex with my wife, and soon felt my balls tighten. I knew I was getting close.