This babysitting job isn't working out... (Fiction)

[erick92]

Originally Posted by dared to perfection

sentence structure .... NO

As far as I'm concerned, it has a hell of a lot better sentence structure than a LOT of stories I've seen people post.

As far as the 8 year old/ 16 year old, it is odd, but at the same time it is a fictional story. When you think about a fictional horror film where a big green guy eats peoples eyes out, it is odd but yet some like it and some go along with it because of the fact that it isn't real.

I do agree with the "constantly beating himself up...... awesomely funny", however.

Please do go on with your story, wicked.

[wicked]

Here we go, the third part. I apoligize to the people who find the story offensive.

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And so as I was watching TV, I saw a news report about child rapists.
Great. I'm going to grow up and be a pedophile. I'm a bastard.
It was 7:00pm, and I have been moping around all day, moping about the situation my dumbass brain put me into.
Oh wait, porn.
I got up, and went to my computer, and started looking up porn. Maybe if I masturbate to some porn, it will help me not be attracted to that damn 8 year old anymore. And maybe nothing will happen with Sharon and her friends. Sharon probably just thinks I'm really cute and told all her friends to come over, and we're just going to play games and stuff.
But wait, I tried being optimistic earlier before I went to her house, and my predictions didn't come true and my confidence didn't work.
I just won't go. I'll call at the last minute and say I got run over by a train or something.
I just realized my hand was in my pants, masturbating to this playboy picture on playboy.com
Then I went to yahoo videos, turned off safe search, and looked for all kinds of stripping videos....
Half an hour went by, and I realized I was pathetic.
I closed everything out, and my dick that won't go down had to stay sticking out my pants so that it could get some room.
Okay, so maybe I can get my CDs some other time. Or maybe nothing will happen.
Whatever. I turned up the heat, and took all my clothes off. My erect penis stayed erect for the next 15 minutes, until I played Halo 3, and took my mind off of everything. Feeling the hardness is a good feeling. This is working! Taking my mind off of everything, by concentrating on something else.

The phone rang. It was 9:30pm. I was in the living room, on the couch, not wearing anything, not doing, or thinking about anything sexual. I was just reading a comic book by Bill Waterson.
I picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey Greg.” Female voice.
“Hey. Who is this?”
“Felicia.”
“Oh! Hey Felicia. How are you?”
“I'm doing pretty good.”
“That's good. What are you doing?”
“Oh, just, sitting here, looking around.”
“Looking around?”
“Yeah. You're pretty hot.”
“Huh?”
“I said, you're pretty hot.”
“Wait, where are you?”
“I live next door to you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
What the hell?
“Huh.... hey, are you stalking me?”
“No, I'm just watching you laying on your couch naked.”
This turned me on.
“With what!?”
“Well, for one thing you have your lights turned on, it's dark out, and you don't have your curtains up.”
“Oh.... that makes sense.”
“Go look out your window.”
And I did just that, erected. And I saw Felicia through a window in the house next door. She was fully clothed. I was fully nude.
“Ah. There you are.”
“Ah. There's your penis.”
I kinda laughed.
She kinda giggled.
“I didn't know you lived next door.”
“Me neither.... until now.”
“yeah...”
“Hey, can you turn around?”
“For?”
“So I can see your ass.”
“Oh yeah, sure.”
“...you got a nice ass.”
“Thanks.”
“Can I come over?”
“yeah, go ahead.”
“Awesome.” Click. She left her window.
I turned off my phone. Then I closed the curtains, and sat back down on my couch. The front door was in the same room. Unlocked.
I waited 3 minutes. Where was she?
Then I went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, looked to see if I looked sexy. I groomed myself a little. Then went back on the couch.
5 minutes go by. She's probably grooming herself as well.
Suddenly, the front door opened. Felicia walked through.
She said “Hi Greg” in a flirty tone of voice.
Well, she stayed for about two hours. We hung out. She stayed clothed for the first half hour. Then we touched each other. Then I burned her clothes in the fire place.
No, I'm kidding about the last thing. But I wanted to.
And after those two hours, we decided she could sleep over. And if anyone else was at her house or not, I didn't really care.
We got a futon upstairs, in the big hallway. Yeah, the hallway upstairs is kind of like a living room. It has a futon and small TV in it, and a bookshelf.

I woke up. The first thing I saw was Felicia laying on her back, arms out, a clear view of her hairless armpit, and a view of the side of one of her boobs, unerect. And her long blond hair made her seem much prettier. Her boobs were a little bigger than medium. The blanket over us was covering us, and the blanket was up past her belly button. I stood up. I slowly took off the blanket.....
she was so much hotter when she was asleep. I went into my bedroom, grabbed my camera, set the settings to high quality photo taking, and took a quick snapshot of her, and put my camera back. I put the blanket back on her. I went downstairs, had some cereal. Whether or not we had sex last night is up to you to decide.
Later, I was in my bedroom, looking at my alarm clock. It was 9:15am.
I heard a little mumble. “Greg?”
“I'm in here.”
Heard footsteps walking towards my bedroom. She stood in my doorway, arms out holding onto the sides of the doorway. That was hot.
“What's up?”
“Not much... I have to leave in like 30 minutes.”
“Oh... that sucks.”
“Yeah....”
“Greg... before you leave, can you do something for me?”
“....what would that be?”
By the way, we didn't have sex last night.



I did her request. And then she left. She didn't feel like putting her clothes back on when she walked back home. So she said I could keep her clothes. I put them in my drawer.
I was driving to Sharon's house. Not much was on my mind of what would happen. I was too busy thinking about the hotness that happened last night and this morning.
I pulled into the driveway. Then I got out. I slowly walked up to the front door. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. Then I saw a doorbell. I rung it. No answer. I held onto the doorbell, and repeatedly hit the button over and over. No answer.....
so I just opened the door, and walked in. I took a few steps in... and looked around. Nobody was around. I slowly walked around, not thinking about anything, and just turning my head looking around.
No one was around... then I said “Sharon! Hello! Anybody here?”
What the hell is going on around here?
I yelled louder. “HELLO! It's me, Greg! Are you guys home?”
“Yeah. Hey Greg.” I slightly jumped, turned around, and saw Sharon. Grinning.
“Oh, hey Sharon. Why didn't you answer the door?”
“Oh, no reason.”
Heh? wat?
“Well, here I am. Your friends here?”
“Yup. In my bedroom. Want to go up and play some games with us?”
“Uh... I don't really play games that much.”
“Oh come on, I dare you.”
“Oh, alright.”
Walked past her and went upstairs. Went into her bedroom.
Her friends were in there, watching me come in. Three of her friends were there. One 10 year old standing, one 9 year old sitting on the floor, and a 12 year old sitting on the bed. They started grinning.
Something wrong is going on here.
“Sharon was right, you are really cute.” said the 12 year old.
“Yeah.” said 9 year old.
“Hey guys... um....”
“Hi Greg.”
I looked behind me. Sharon hadn't come up yet.
“So, what do you guys want to do?”
“Oh, lots of stuff.”
“Like?”
Slam. I looked behind me, door shut, and heard a lock. I quickly walked up to the door, and tried to open it, but it didn't even open a crack. I knocked on it hard. “HEY! What are you doing!”
“Don't worry Greg, we won't hurt you.”
I turned around. The 3 little kids started walking up to me.
“What the fuck is going on here!” I started freaking out inside.
“Uh oh! He said a naughty word!”
“That means he must pay the price.”
Damn it all! I started kicking and banging on the door really hard, trying to break it down.
Then the 12 year old jumped in the air, about to tackle me.
This babysitting job isn't working out!! SON OF A BIIIITCCHHH!

[Smile]

cant wait for the next part im really enjoying this, its slightly comical but in no way sarcastic or stupid about it so well done, hopeing for more ASAP

[ps118jlg1]

this is funny. i also like the constant beating himself up. please continue.

[wicked]

Welp, here you go.

I'll be waiting for 4 or 5 comments. Before I post the next part.

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I had two options here.... let her tackle me, maybe she won't even knock me over. She's only 12. or get out of the stupid way.
But as stupid as I was, or maybe I was to too paranoid right now, the thing I first thought about wasted my time, and she hit me.
I actually lost my balance, and I fell over. “Hey! Oomph! Get off me!”
Then I felt a harder thump. I think the other little kid got on top of me. “Hey!”
Then I felt someone- or something- taking off my shoes. I didn't say anything. Instead, I rapidly threw my feet around. I felt my foot hit something, and I heard a “Aaghmph!”
Then I rapidly threw my body around, which was easier than I thought. But I forgot they were no older than 12. It's just that I didn't expect to be knocked ov-
“Sharon!! A little help here!”
“Get him away from the door first!”
I stood up. “Hey! I could just tell your damn parents about thi-”
The door swung open and hit me in the head, and I fell over backwards. When I was on the floor, I heard a door slam. “Block the door!” Then 3 of the girls got on top of me. Right next to my head was a dresser, the other side, a wall. So whatever I did, I didn't want to hit myself in the head. But then again, why should I care about my head?
Felt my feet getting touched again, I started to shake 'em around, but then my shins got pulled down.
“What the fuck do you guys want!” I started tossing and turning, but too much weight was on me.
No answer. My shins got held down by another pair of hands, and then my feet got played with again. Then I realized I was too stupid too realize my arms were free. I picked up my arms, and tried pushing the damn kids off, but then they grabbed my arms, and held onto them tight. DAMMIT!!!
You know, I said DAMMIT! in my head, like the way Eminem did in his song, Without Me.

I felt one shoe go off.... Then an idea popped into my head.
“GAGH! GUYS!! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!! I-I- CAN'T BREATHE!! YOU'RE CRUSHIN' MY LUNGS!!”
“Yeah right!”
Another shoe went off. Then almost immediately a sock.
Then I started acting like I couldn't breathe. I put an expression on my face, and started gasping.
“REALLY YOU DAMN KIDS!!” *GASP* “I CA-CAN'T!”
Then the pressure on me reduced.... “Really?” in a 'feeling sorry for you' tone of voice'
Started wheezing. Then one of the girls got off me. Then I rapidly shook, and the other kid fell off. I stood up, a kid was hanging onto my shoulders, and I fell over forward. She lost grip, and I stood up. She immediately threw up her knee, which hit me in my precious balls. OOOWW! THAT HURT! And as I was running, I fell over, holding onto my sexy balls. But then I stood right back up, and kept running. It kinda hurt a lot, but it's happened before. Used to it. I got balls of steel.
“Why did you do that!”
“He got away!”
“I don't know!” Damn kids!
Started running down the stairs, as the 4 little stupid f'ed up in the head girls chased after me.
“You won't get away from uuus!”
Well, once I get the hell away from you bitches, I'm driving off. I'll get my shoes later!
I got to the bottom of the stairs. I quickly put my hand in my pocket... the one I know for a fact I put my keys into. They were gone!
DAMMIT! THEY MUSTA FELL OUT!
I immediately ran off in a random direction. But it just so happens, somehow this kid caught up to me. She pounced me, holding onto my thighs. She started pulling down my pants, as I stood up. I was standing there with a shirt and boxers on, with a pair of pants down at my feet. Then I felt a hand grab at my ass, holding my boxers, but I quickly turned around, slapping at the kids face, and she started falling over to the side, and for some reason time slowed down. My arm in the air, and her falling over, with 3 kids in a running motion in the background, like an action movie.
Time went back to normal pace. I knew I wouldn't have time to pull my pants back up, so I put my legs up, bent over to pick up my pants, and took off. But then I felt something really hard hit my back, and my chest thrust forward, dropping my pants, and time slowed down again. I don't know why. But it is doing that. Oh yeah, my back hurt. Time went back to normal pace. I turned around, It was a baseball, and 2 of the kids were like 5 feet away from me. And I ran forward. Got into a room. Had a computer, TV, and other stuff. But no door. It was a dead end! I was trapped! So I did a U-Turn, and ran right past the kids. But one of the li'l girls was running right towards me. What will happen here? There was no time for either of us to run around each other... but I jumped in the air, doing a karate kick. And hit her in the face! Time slowed down... again. Her head thrust back, and she fell over backwards. Time went back to normal pace. Then the fourth girl threw another baseball at me at the chest... and that hurt a lot! I fell over backwards, time slowing down.
I heard a giant “K.O! You lose!” Like in a fighting video game....
My eyes were shut, my arms over my head... I was almost unconscious. And I felt my shirt coming off. Coincidentally, as soon as it was off, I came to. I swung my leg at the girl who took off my shirt, and she went up in the air, falling backwards, time slowing down.
I stood up very fast, and kicked her as she was in the air, and she flew across the room.
“K.O! You win!”


I then ran towards the basement door, opened the door, closed it, and locked it, then turned off the lights, and ran downstairs.
These girls are tougher then they look!
Then I slipped on the stairs.... because I still had one sock on, and I fell down....
When I fell down to the bottom, I got hurt a lot. And I heard the girls trying to open the door. But it was one of those... whatever you call it locks. They slid a card or something through the door crack, and got the door open. But I already hid. Behind the bar counter thing down here. And the lights went on.
“You can't hide from us... Greg!”
Hey! Wait! They are trying to strip me down... why didn't I try to strip them?
I dunno, too many of them?
Shut up brain!
But they are only 8, 9, 10 and 12!
But they are tougher than they look!
Good point...
Shut up brain.

I heard foot steps. “Block the stairs.” And I heard furniture being dragged across the carpet floor.
“Now look around here. There's no way out down here.”
If only there was...
I heard the closet door open.
“There you are!” I jumped, turned... and saw the 12 year old... I grabbed a white flag from nowhere, stood up, and waved it. I walked out of my hiding spot.
DAMN YOU! YOU PERVERTS!! YOU FOUND ME!! YOU DAMN DIRTY LI'L GIRLS! OH, DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!
“Go over there. “ I walked over to where she pointed; the end of the basement, where there was plenty of light, and nothing even near it. When I got there, the 4 girls surrounded me.
“Now then”, said the 10 year old. “I believe we won the battle. And I believe we will win the war.”
“L. O. L.”, said the 9 year old. “A 16 year old lost to us.”
They all giggled, with cute smiles, Looking at my underwear. Which started to give me a boner. Damn.
“He is even cuter and hotter in just underwear!” It got harder, and farther out. And unlike last time, I can't out my hands in pockets to cover it up. They all giggled more at the sight of it.
Sharon shrieked “Take it off Greg!” Giggle giggle giggle.
Should I, or shouldn't I?
The other 3 said “Take it off!” at the same time. Giggle giggle giggle.
“Or you'll pay.” said Sharon as she took out a slingshot from nowhere. Remember, I got these sensitive sexy balls hanging from me. Just so you know.
Well, I virtually had no choice.
“Not much of a talker, are ya?” said one of them. Giggle giggle giggle.
This goddamn babysitting job isn't working out!

[ps118jlg1]

again, funny, continue please.

[interesting]

I don't know... this feels like someone's bad dream and it's getting out of proportion from where I'm sitting. There's no way this can end well for our young protagonist... The more funny aspects are starting to lose some of their appeal... And these four girls, they're just mean for no purpose... I don't know, the tension has shifted in the story, and it's not as appealing as initially...

I preferred when there was more innuendo. This is too graphic and violent for my tastes. Just thought I'd mention it. The innuendo worked a whole lot better for me.

[wicked]

Originally Posted by interesting

I don't know... this feels like someone's bad dream and it's getting out of proportion from where I'm sitting. There's no way this can end well for our young protagonist... The more funny aspects are starting to lose some of their appeal... And these four girls, they're just mean for no purpose... I don't know, the tension has shifted in the story, and it's not as appealing as initially...

I preferred when there was more innuendo. This is too graphic and violent for my tastes. Just thought I'd mention it. The innuendo worked a whole lot better for me.

yeah..... I'm usually more direct about things, but it's mainly because the girls want to see the guy naked, and they're a little evil =/
I guess I should have put that clearer in there.

And as for the so called bad dream gettin' outta proportion, he's not... um.... 'thinking' about little girls anymore, he's too busy being scared about what they are doing to him, and he's trying to defend himself.

Just trying to clear things up.

[erick92]

Yeah, this installment sort of took a turn for the worse. In my own opinion, you could go into a little less detail. Sure, it describes the story well, but it's almost too much detail.

[interesting]

I think erickj92 is right on point here. There is too much detail; as I said, it is too graphic. More innuendo, less description.

I get that the girls are somewhat 'bent' on seeing him naked, but as a babysitter, and as a responsible person, he needs to assert himself more and take charge. Kids that age are still impressionable even if they don't want to admit it. It's only so much fun seeing him run around the house in his underwear until it gets creepy.

In my humble opinion, I think the best way for this story to evolve is for the protagonist to reclaim some sort of control over the situation, either by partially giving in to the girl's demands or by impressing his maturity and age upon them - or both.

That being said, the concept still works well and the narrative is interesting, but maybe it needs a little more maturity to it.

[nightmare09]

go on please its getting better

[Coyote]

it is good but i agree. i does sound like a bad dream or a fighting video game

[wicked]

Hey guys.
There may only be one more part, depending on the majority of the votes.

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.................heart..... pounding............ ......brain..... .....racing.......... .....hope.....fading..... .......son...... .......uvabitch.....

the girls will still looking up at me, with cute smiles, giggling hard. But... in a way, I did like this... but most of me is saying 'this is all just wrong....'

“Choose.” Don't know who just said that. One of the girls did. My dick... really hard. Then.... I thought.... why not.... just for laughs in the future...
“Okay.... sure, why not.” I slipped off my undies, and the girl's eyes went very wide as I did it, and I dropped my boxers.
“WOW!”
“It's so big!”
“Look! He's got hair!”
“Weeeee!”
And they all got more giggly then ever.
At the reactions, I really regretted this..... What was I thinking.....!
By the way, there wasn't really a slingshot. I just felt like saying that for a little stupid suspense.
“OKAY! OKAY! You saw me naked! You saw my wiener! I'm putting my clothes back on, okay!”
“Okay Greg... “ Sharon said.
“No! Stop!” said two of them at the same time.
“Yeah! He's not doing anything!”
“HUH! Why!”
“But he did as we said! I think he has been... embarrassed enough!” Sharon was actually nicer than most of her friends.
“So! He's not done!”
“Yeah! Why are you saying that?”
Then Sharon said “I was just doing what you said! Besides, he could tell on us, and we'll get in bigger trouble then ever!”
The other 3 suddenly realized this. Big changes on their faces. Whether they actually felt guilty or not, I don't know.
Greg: “Yup. In fact, I'm going to make a call right now!”
“Wait! Don't!”
“Yeah! Please don't tell on us!”
I already had a plan in mind. “You harassed me, the babysitter! So I'm GOING to make that call!”
“No don't!”
Sharon: “Told you we shouldn't have done it!”
“Greg! We'll stop! We'll leave you alone if you don't!”
Then, I said “There is one thing you can do so that I don't tell anyone about this!”
“What is it!”
“You four, must do as I say.”
“What?”
“Strip.”
“STRIP?”
“Yup.”
“But!”
“Do it.”
“But I defended you Greg!”
“Well.... alright.”
One of the other 3 said “You mean we don't have to!”
“Didn't say that. I'll deal with Sharon later. You three, clothes off.”
“...but... Greg! We're sorry!”
“Thanks. But if you don't do it, I'm still making that call...”
No response, except guilt, or some other emotion in their faces.
I just stood there in confidence, arms crossed, watching, feeling this hard thing below my stomach.
And Sharon was just looking at them, then back at me, and then back at them, repeatedly.
The 10 year old just looked down at the ground... and her arms went down to her zipper, ready to unzip. But she took at least 8 seconds before she did. But then looked like she forgot that she was wearing shoes. So she lifted up her feet, and took off her shoes, and socks. Then unbuttoned her pants.
The other two stupid girls looked at her, as she undressed, with embarrassment and guilt in their eyes, and faces. Then the 12 year old took off her shoes, when the 10yr was only in her underwear, trying to not make eye contact.
And Sharon was leaning against the wall at the side, just watching. But mostly at me.

Was this the right thing to do... I wondered...
yeah, sure it was! They made me show them my body, so I'm doing the same. And I just watched, and I didn't masturbate. That's a good sign, for me.
In a few minutes, all three of them were only in their underwear. Pink, blue, and red. The 12yr actually started developing.... you know.
9yr looked at me, but quickly looked away. Then at my penis... chest... but for no more than a second.
“You know what to do.” My conscious? It's making loud alarm noises. But then the demon kicked the angel off my shoulder.
All three looked up at me, humiliated, guilty, and regret.
In two minutes, I had three completely naked... little..... um... girls in front of me.
None of them could look at me. At all. Just at the floor. They had a completely naked big boy in front of them.
None of us said anything for 5 minutes. I didn't even look at them for the last 2 minutes. Just above their heads, spacing out.
Sharon whispered loudly “Greg”, so I took a last glance at them, and I walked over to Sharon.
We whispered. “Yeah?”
“I think we should finish up here!”
“Why so soon?”
“Well....”
I took a quick look at their butts...“I've only gotten started!”
“WHAT!”
I laughed. “No, I'm just kidding. I'm going to let them get dressed. And I've seen you naked already, so we are all even.”
“Okay....” She walked away, slowly into a dark corner.
I turned around, and just looked at them from behind... several thoughts came into my head...
This babysitting job... is.... KIND OF working out...

Should I tell them they can get dressed, tell them we're even, and then I get dressed myself? I think I shouldn't go any farther.... or just for the hell of it....
should I take their clothes, and run upstairs?

[CheshireCat_13]

I think that you should let them get dressed and let them go home, but deal with Sharon next time. Nothing too extreme, just a little embarassment...

[wicked]

come on people...