This is the second installment of a collection of stories. I think I mentioned in Brie’s story that there’s no particular order to read these. I welcome constructive criticism, so please leave a comment. I know most of my content is typically in the Incest category, but I wanted to break from that for a bit and do something different. I hope you enjoy!

Beth

“Come on in, Beth,” I say as I take her most recent assignment from my stack of folders on my desk.

Beth walks into my office looking a little nervous. When I’d put out an ad for babysitters, so I could grow the business, she was one of the first ones I’d interviewed. I’d hired her almost on the spot during her interview, though, after I explained the details of the clients I’ve serviced and she showed much enthusiasm. I did warn her that not every case is promised to be as clear cut and simple as Jay’s story had been. Sometimes it would take a while to get to know a family and find out their needs before really providing everything that family needed to be everything they could be. I explained that we were more than just a babysitting service; she would be required to take down notes of any marital issues, child behavioral issues, and especially any types of abuses happening. Our goal as a company was to bring peace to each home, hopefully without the need of any kind of separation or divorce.

She’d asked if sexual acts were a part of the job and I told her that it was completely up to her and that she should never feel the need to give into their advances if she wasn’t comfortable, but if she was willing and could see how it could solve their problems, then she has the freedom to do that. The only thing I condemn is cheating; my employees are not to sneak around with one parent behind the other’s back. That would call for an immediate termination. Beth expressed that she fully understood and would abide by my two rules. The second was that she gets tested for and STI’s once a month.

“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” she asks sweetly as I point at the comfy chair facing my desk.

“You received a glowing review from the Millers,” I tell her. “They’d like to take you on as a permanent fixture in their home, though, which is not something I ever imagined could be a possibility,” I tell her.

Beth looks as shocked as I was when they’d made their offer.

“You had no idea they would make this offer?” I ask her.

“I never thought they were serious,” she says and I cock my head inquisitively. “I thought they were mostly joking after I got them to reconnect as a couple,” she explains. “I never thought they’d actually offer to have me become a live-in nanny or anything.”

“That’s not exactly what they said they were looking for,” I tell her.

Beth looks even more confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, they want you there to help with their children still, yes, but the main reason they want to keep you there is because they want you to be a part of their relationship,” I explain to her and she blushes, though she appears to still be confused.

“They do?” she asks and I nod. “I swear, I had no idea,” she tells me and I believe her. If Beth is anything, she’s honest.

“Well, I told them I’d have to consider my price to release you from our contract so you could make the decision to be with them permanently or not. You see, they plan to keep you in their marriage for life, so that’s a pretty big commitment from you,” I warn her.

She nods and asks if she can think about it. I nod and then ask her to tell me the whole story, so here is her story…

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One day I received a call from Jay looking for my company’s services for a friend of his. He explained that his friend, Brad, and his Wife, Lisa, had three kids but their marriage was on the rocks, and especially mentioned that they hadn’t been intimate since their youngest was born, eight years ago.

“You know we’re not a whore house, right?” I teased him and he laughed.

“Yes, Brie, I know that,” he replied with snark and I couldn’t help but laugh as well. Even though we’d cut off any kind of sexual relationship when he and Jess entered into their relationship, which led them to marriage after just a year, I’d remained friends with them and watched after their children until Andi, Jess’s daughter, was old enough to watch her brother and brand-new stepsister.

“Are you still taking clients or are you just managing the business now?” he asked me.

“I’m really just managing the business and act as a substitute if one of my girls is sick. And before you ask, I only take over their babysitting duties when that happens,” I added with a grin.

“I wasn’t asking,” he replied, but I can hear the smile in his voice; he was thinking it, though.

“What I do is have the couple either come to my office, or I can come to their home, to describe their situation and I search for clues they’re not giving me to match them with the right girl. After that, it’s up to my girl to take her own notes and search out her own solutions to help them, though they often come to me for advice,” I explained to him.

“Well, I’m really concerned for their marriage and hope you have the right girl to help them rekindle their flame. They’re great people and deep down they truly care about each other, they’re just in this sexual rut they can’t seem to get out of,” he told me.

“I thought you said they haven’t been intimate in eight years,” I said.

“It’s a deep rut,” he answered. “One of them will try from time to time, but when they do, the other doesn’t respond well, or doesn’t at all. I’m also afraid that my buddy might soon cheat on his Wife; I’ve been able to stop him for a long time, but he’s starting to get angry with me for cock blocking him,” he explained further.

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” I asked him.

“Well, Jess and I have been trying to counsel them, and it seemed to help for a while, but I think they’re both just starting to become resentful of us both, so we’ve stopped counseling them to save the friendship,” he said.

“Ah, okay, that makes sense. You tried and now you’re calling in the big guns,” I half-joked with him.

“If she’s got big guns, I’m sure that’d help,” he said half-serious.

I laughed and though about it. “I might have the right girl; her name is Beth. She’s a sweet, cute brunette with kind of that girl-next-door look and vibe,” I told him.

“She sounds perfect, kinda like Lisa, actually,” he said.

“Great! Have them call me to set up an interview!” I instructed him and he promised to do so.

A couple hours later I get a call from Lisa; she apparently runs a small clothing business from home and has more Free time than her husband, who is stuck in a warehouse mostly or out on a truck most of the day.

“Brie’s Babysitting Service, how may I serve you?” I answered.

“Hi, my name is Lisa and I was referred to you by my friend Jay,” she said.

“Oh, yes, I know Jay. He told me you’d be calling? How is he?” I asked to keep things light and friendly.

“He’s doing well,” she said. “He said you have the best babysitting service out there, but really only take clients by word of mouth, is that correct?”

“It is. I don’t spend much money on advertisement as I prefer to spend most of my company’s income on paying my employees well. The less overhead, the better, right?” I replied cheerily.

“That makes sense, I guess. And you pull enough clientele to stay busy?”

“Oh, we definitely do. My first couple of clients after Jay we referenced by him, and then those two clients had friends looking for my services, and soon I needed to take on employees to keep up with the demand. A few years later, I’ve become the county’s best kept secret,” I laughed and Lisa chuckled nervously.

“That’s wonderful,” she said and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. “He mentioned you’re a little unorthodox, but he wouldn’t go into detail as to in what way,” she said.

“Well, our goal first and foremost is always the wellbeing of your children, and our girls have been well trained into helping unpack issues and provide a sort of solution to all kinds of issues that come up within a family. It’s difficult to explain since every family is different and every solution is different,” I told her. “I hope this explanation hasn’t scared you off,” I chuckled.

Lisa laughed a little more naturally that time. “No, I’m sorry if I seem nervous, it’s just…knowing Jay’s story of how he and Jess ended up together and how you were involved in that kind of makes me leery. I don’t want my family broken up like Jess’s was,” she said.

“Can I ask you something?” I prodded since my biggest trigger is cheaters.

“Yes, of course,” she replied.

“Do you suspect your husband of cheating?” I asked, knowing what Jay had already told me that he hadn’t but was feeling tempted; Jay wholeheartedly believed that can be prevented, though.

“No, of course not,” she replied confidently.

“And you haven’t cheated, correct?” I prodded further, risking triggering her in response.

“No, I haven’t, though I’ve been tempted,” she answered honestly. I found it interesting that they’d both been tempted to cheat on each other but hadn’t gone through with it; in fact, it gave me more hope from them.

“Then you have absolutely nothing to worry about. With Jay’s situation, I shined light on an ongoing problem that was hurting Jess more than she even knew or was willing to admit to and all our goal here at Brie’s Babysitting Service is to bring about healthy solutions to improve your family’s situation,” I assured her.

She paused for a long time and I let her mull it over for a minute in silence. I had her on the hook already, and I’d learned that honesty truly is the best policy and even lost potential clients before, but miraculously I have never been reported by anyone either.

“Can you meet in evenings or weekends?” she asked and I set an appointment to meet with them in their home the next evening.

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The next evening around seven, which was about a half an hour after they said they finish with dinner, I arrive at the home of Brad and Lisa, ready to discuss their situation with them. Being a Friday night, they’d sent the kids to stay with their grandparents for the night so the three of us could speak freely without the worry of little ears hearing things they shouldn’t.

“Come in,” Brad said and gave me an obvious look up and down, as if scanning my body for hidden weapons, though we all know what those are, don’t we?

“Thank you,” I said and stepped past him, knowing he’s also checking out my other ASSet. My initial observation of Brad: he was similar to Jay in that hard-working dad sort of manner, though he was much smaller. He didn’t have the belly Jay once had (Jess had made him more active and he’d lost a bit of weight over the past three years) and was definitely shorter and skinnier, but he’s also not the ripped, athletic type either. His brown hair just starting to streak with gray is kept short and kind of spiky on top, as if trying to rock an old late 90’s to early 2000’s look. I’d estimate that he was about 5’6″ and probably about 165lbs. Seeing the stationary bike with an expensive monitoring system set up in the corner, he kept in shape by either taking an online spin class or he went out biking regularly; probably both.

“Hi, I’m Lisa, we spoke on the phone yesterday,” his Wife introduced herself and I shake her hand. Lisa was a beautiful brunette with shoulder length hair done in a style that’s remnant of the 90s, looking something similar to Courtney Cox back when she was on FRIENDS. She was in decent shape as well, though childbearing had definitely widened her hips and given her some subtle, though not huge, Love-handles. She looked like she struggled to stay in shape, but was also trying very hard to. What drew my attention, though, were her very full breasts that had undoubtedly grown since giving birth to three children, which was obviously the explanation for how wide her shapely hips are. She was just an inch or two shorter than Brad and, honestly, they made a very attractive couple. If I’d been their type of girl, I’d consider making them my own project rather than assigning one of my girls to them.

“So, shall we sit down and get to know each other?” I suggested and we retreated to their living room where I’m offered one of the recliners while they sat across from me in their large, plush couch. “You have a beautiful home,” I complimented them, admiring the many photos they have on the walls of their family. They had two boys and a girl, the girl is in the middle and looked to be about twelve or thirteen while her older brother looked about fifteen, maybe sixteen, and the youngest one was obviously eight, since that’s what Jay alluded to by mentioning they basically haven’t had Sex since he was born.

“Thank you,” Lisa said. “I do my best to keep it clean even though I’m running a small clothing line out of our home,” she added.

“Oh, you design your own clothing?” I asked impressed.

“Currently just for girls; most of the outfits our daughter, Riley, is in were made by me,” she said.

“I Love it,” I said admiring the cute dresses she’d made for her daughter.

“I’m looking to expand into young women’s clothing, though, only I don’t have the body type or a model to test them out on,” she explained which got my wheels turning to consider which of my girls would be most appropriate for this family.

“Well, hopefully you find someone. I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for anyone looking to do a little freelance modeling,” I told her and then turned to Brad. “So, tell me a little about yourself, Brad,” I requested.

“Well, I used to work with Jay until he got his book deal and started selling thousands of books every year,” he said with a jealous chuckle. “I’ve worked my way up to warehouse manager, though, and hope to retire as branch manager in another ten years or so,” he told me.

“It’s so great to see a couple work so hard to provide for their family and by the looks of your gorgeous home, you’re doing a wonderful job,” I complimented them. “So, what kind of service are you looking for exactly?” I asked.

“Well, with me being gone all day and Lisa trying to expand her business, we need someone who can help with the children; they’re homeschooled and…”

“And I just don’t have enough hours in the day to pour into my business and to take care of the kids,” she concluded for her husband.

“That’s understandable, but can I ask why your son and daughter don’t help out more seeing as they’re both in their teens, or seem to be at least?” I asked them.

“Well, Scotty, our oldest is sixteen, he’s pretty independent, but he’s also very reclusive and just does his school work, and then either disappears into his videogames or books or he takes off with his friends when they get out of school,” Brad answered.

“And Riley is almost thirteen, she helps as best as she can, but a thirteen-year-old trying to get a hardheaded eight-year-old, Josh, to do something is…difficult. Plus, she helps me a lot by modeling clothing for me so I can keep up the website. She’s kinda getting over that and wants to have her own life too and gets jealous when her brother can just take off and she can’t,” Lisa explained.

“That makes sense, and what girl wants to feel like she’s raising a kid at her age, right?” I offered and they both nodded in agreement. “Well, just from what you’ve told me so far, I think I may have the right girl for you guys. I’ll put a folder together for her to go over and then send her to interview with you so you can all get a feel for each other; or you can treat it like a trial run for however long you like, but no longer than a week for a trial period; that’s just my policy or else I’d never have a business, right?” I laughed and they grinned politely. “Do you have any questions for me?”

They shook their heads and agreed that they would just see how things went with the girl I send. I schedule for her to begin her assignment the following Monday so I could have time to discuss the assignment with her and then make the arrangements. When I got home, I went through my roster of girls and narrowed them down to Beth. She’d be perfect for them. She was cute, sweet, beautiful and very kind. She loved kids and looks a little younger than she really is, so I was sure their oldest child would have a bit of a crush on her as soon as he saw her. Heck, I had a slight girl-crush on her but mostly just because she reminded me of one of my favorite Porn stars: Dillion Harper.

I dropped by her apartment that evening after selecting her and brought her the file. She looked over my notes and read where I jotted down my observations of their strugglers in their relationship. I had put a note just for her in there that they need something to re-ignite their passion, so to look for ways to get them excited for each other again if possible.

“This is where your creativity comes in,” I told her. “They Love each other, I have no doubt about that, but they need something to get them back on track. It’s up to you to figure out what will help that, if you can’t, at the very least, make sure their kids are taken care of. They have a lot going on and definitely need help making sure they’re cared for,” I explain to her.

“Okay, I’ll do my best,” she promised and then I left her to study the file so she knew how to handle things.

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Monday morning Beth arrived at the Miller’s home bright and early at 8am as scheduled. She was a very punctual girl, so she arrived right on time. When she knocked on the door, she heard voices shouting for someone to go answer the door, and when someone finally did, it was their teenaged daughter.

“Hi, I’m Beth, I’m supposed to be meeting with your parents today,” she said as the 13-year-old girl looked her up and down with obviously judgmental eyes.

“MOM! THE Babysitter‘S HERE!” she shouted.

“WELL, LET HER IN!” Lisa shouted back.

Riley, as Beth remembered from the file, stepped aside and let her in. “Thank you, Riley,” she said and the girl scrunched her eyebrows together, questioning how she knew her name already. “They gave me a file with a basic rundown of who all of you are,” Beth clarified her scrutinous look, speaking to her like an Adult in hopes of gaining some favor with her.

“Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes and walking back towards the kitchen where her mother was cleaning up their breakfast.

Beth shut the door behind her and was about to join them when someone came bounding down the stairs facing the front door. It’s Scott, or Scotty, their oldest child; he stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw Beth standing there. His eyes definite traveled up and down her body like any warm-blooded teenaged boy would and then his face turned completely red. After mumbling a quiet greeting, he hurried past her to join his mother and siblings in the kitchen for breakfast.

Finally, Beth joined them and took in the sight of the messy kitchen. She could clean that up no problem, and it shouldn’t be too hard to find where everything goes once the dishes are clean.

“Good morning! It’s Beth, right?” Lisa said from the counter where she’d been dishing up scrambled eggs and toast onto plates for each of the kids.

“Yes, good morning, Lisa,” Beth said jumping right in and shaking her hand briefly before adding slices of bacon onto each plate for the children. She handed each of them a plate with her warmest smile.

“Who are you?” the youngest, Josh, asked rudely before chomping on a crisp slice of bacon.

“My name is Beth and I’ll be helping your mom out around here while she works on her designs,” Beth explained simply. “You must be Josh, right?” she asked and the cute boy with shaggy brown hair nodded quietly. “And you’re Riley, we met at the door,” Beth continued with a friendly smile and then finished with the oldest. “We briefly met at the door as well, you must be Scott, or do you prefer Scotty?”