I do not own the BSC!

Chapter Four

I did not get much sleep that Monday night. A whole tirade of thoughts was rushing around my brain like steam trains:

1. Mr Prezzioso had fucked me.

2. I had compromised my professional relationship with a client.

3. I had cheated on Logan.

4. I had earned much more money than I normally would while babysitting.

5. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself.

6. I had my first ever GREAT IDEA!

Tuesday morning hit me like a tonne of bricks. I went over and over the previous night as I hastily dabbed make-up onto the considerable bags under my eyes. I resisted the urge to get my dildo out when I fetched my bag from my room. My pussy was still tingling from Mr P's ministrations.

I managed to get through the morning's classes, glad that I had gotten my homework completed the previous afternoon. The members of the BSC claimed the usual table in the cafeteria and we all settled down with our lunches. As soon as everyone had begun tucking into their food, I ceased my opportunity.

"Guys, I have a great new idea for the BSC!" I exclaimed.

"What?" Kristy questioned me. Her tone was slightly sharp – she hated it when other people thought of good ideas before she did.

"Well it sort-of came to me last night when I was sitting for Jenny Prezzioso. Jenny was sick, so she was asleep the whole time I was there."

"Is that your idea?" Kristy butted-in. "To make all the kids sick so that we don't have to do any work while we are babysitting?"

"No. My idea has nothing to do with reducing the work load, though it does have everything to do with increasing client satisfaction and our income."

"How could you do that?" Kristy was sceptical.

"Well, I didn't really initiate the idea, but I was definitely part of it." I paused and checked that Logan was sitting at a table on the other side of the cafeteria – he didn't need to hear this. "Last night I was supposed to sit until 11:30. However, Mr P. arrived home at 10:30. He caught me at a…well…not so great time. We negotiated the situation like adults and we both got what we wanted and needed." I really hoped that I wasn't blushing at that moment.

Everyone was frowning at me and they all looked rather confused.

"Uhh…" Stacey began. "I'm not really sure that I follow you."

"Well, I was…uh…masturbating when he walked in. Mrs P. has been away for a few weeks and I suppose he's a bit lonely. The sight of me must have turned him on and next thing he was…well…you know."

"You were raped!" Kristy exclaimed softly.

"No!" I reassured her. "I wanted it just as much as he did. He was good and he treated me well. I enjoyed myself, he was happy and I earned quite a bit of money."

"So your great idea is for us to all work as prostitutes for our clients?" Kristy did not look impressed.

"I think it could work," Stacey said. "The number of times I've caught our male clients giving me that look, well, I'm pretty sure that they want it."

"You're prepared to sleep with these old married men just to get more money?" Kristy could hardly believe her ears.

"Why not?" Claudia questioned her. "Most of them aren't that old and the money would be nice."

"Well it looks like you've got the majority, so let's try it. It's going to be hard because the fathers aren't always on their own. Besides, how are you going to let them know that you are prepared without looking like a slut?" Kristy wanted to know.

"You have to read them. If they have an itch, you just have to scratch it." Stacey, of course, was a pro.

The bell rang then. As we rose from the table, a slow smile spread over my face.

"Guess what guys?" I said. "I have another job over at the Prezzioso's tonight."