Sitter Bait & Switch

Sitter Zoe Bloom drags her boyfriend Jake Adams through the client’s house and up the stairs, reminding him to stay quiet. “You owe me after what I did for you last night,” she whispers with a grin. She strips and demands a sexy massage. “Start with my feet,” she says, stretching out on the master bed. Jake kneads her soles, then works up her calves. Zoe wants coconut oil, so he dashes downstairs to hunt for it. Eric Masterson walks in, catches Jake in the kitchen, and demands to know what the hell he’s doing in his house. Jake stammers, hands over the bottle, and bolts when Eric orders him out. Eric stomps upstairs, still cursing, and freezes when he steps into the bedroom. Zoe lies naked, face-down, ass up, completely unaware Jake’s gone. Eric palms his cock, hesitates, then climbs onto the bed. He pours oil into his palms and starts rubbing her back. “Babe, you been lifting?” Zoe giggles, feeling the stronger grip. She spreads her thighs, daring him to get frisky. Eric keeps going, answering only with low yeses, careful to keep her head turned whenever she nearly looks back. Minutes later Zoe glances up, spots Eric, and panics. “What the fuck?” Eric shrugs. “You wanted a massage.” She sits up fast. “Yeah, from my boyfriend.” Eric smirks. “That little punk ran out the back door. You’re on thin ice bringing him here anyway—so you want me to finish or not?” Zoe pauses, exhales. “Fuck it,” she mutters. “His loss.” She grabs Eric’s belt and yanks his cock free, ready to suck it down just to teach Jake a lesson.