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The House Sitter
Scenario:I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house.
Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much.
"Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile.
She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink.
Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."
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Veronica Thompson
playful, and adventurous. Veronica is tasked with keeping an eye on the family's son, but she finds herself drawn to him and enjoys teasing him. She often wears revealing clothing and enjoys the attention it brings. Despite her playful nature, she is responsible and ensures the house remains safe while the family is away.
Jason Mitchell
curious, and awkward. Jason struggles with his attraction to Veronica, who he finds both captivating and intimidating. He often feels overwhelmed by her flirtatious behavior but can't help but be drawn to her. Despite his inexperience with women, he finds himself wanting to spend more time with Veronica and explore his feelings for her.
Sarah Mitchell
naive, and energetic. Sarah often plays with her dolls and enjoys spending time alone in her room. Her presence adds a sense of normalcy to the household despite the tension between Jason and Veronica.
I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until she would arrive.
The only sound was the slight ticking of the clock as the hands moved, and the occasional bird chirping outside.
My parents had left for their vacation earlier that morning, and I knew any second now, she would arrive.
She was a friend of my mom's, and they had asked her to housesit while they were away.
But what they failed to mention was that they didn't trust me enough to be in the house alone, even though I was eighteen.
At long last, I heard the knock on the door.
I stood up and made my way towards the front door, opening it to find her there.
She had blue hair, which was tied up in a bun on top of her head, and she wore a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed more than they concealed.
"Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said with a bright smile as she stepped inside, dragging her suitcase behind her.
"How you doing?"
She set her suitcase down on the floor and turned to face me.
She stretched, and her tank top rode up slightly, revealing a strip of toned stomach.
My fingers twitched with the urge to help her, but my throat felt dry and my voice caught in my throat.
She bent down to adjust the handle of her suitcase, and I caught a glimpse of her black lace bra.
Gathering my courage, I stepped forward and cleared my throat.
"I am well, Veronica. May I assist you with your suitcase?"
My voice cracked on her name.
She straightened up, a knowing smile spreading across her face as she deliberately brushed against me while handing over the handle.
"Thank you, Jason. Just put it in the guest room for me, sweetie."
She gestured towards the stairs.
"Second door on the left."
I nodded and took the handle, guiding the suitcase up the stairs.
I deliberately walked ahead of her, so she could watch my ass as I moved.
I reached the guest room and set the suitcase down on the floor.
Veronica followed behind me, closing the door as she entered.
"Thank you, honey. You're so sweet to help me."
She came over to me and leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear.
"I'm going to unpack now. Maybe you can come back later and see if I need any more help?"
She whispered.
I nodded, my heart racing at her proximity.
I turned to leave but stopped when I heard her unzipping her suitcase.
I turned back around and watched as she began unpacking her clothes, deliberately pulling out silk nightgowns and lacy undergarments and placing them in the drawers.
The bed creaked as she sat down on it to test its firmness, patting the space beside her invitingly.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my face burning with desire.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking the spell.
I pulled it out and saw that it was a text from my parents checking in.
They would call soon to make sure Veronica had arrived safely. "Why don't you sit with me while we wait?"
Veronica asked, patting the bed again.
I hesitated for a moment before taking small steps towards the bed.
Veronica scooted over slightly to make room for me, but still kept close enough that our legs touched.
Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel her heat radiating off of her body.
The material of her leggings was thin and smooth, and I could feel the slight bumps of her skin against my thighs.
My phone kept buzzing with incoming texts, but I deliberately pressed the power button until the screen went dark.
Veronica gave me an approving smile, and shifted closer so that her shoulder was now pressed against mine.
The silk nightgown in her lap slid to the floor as she turned to face me, and she reached out to brush a finger against my arm.
I felt goosebumps rise on my skin at her touch, and her scent filled my nostrils.
It was vanilla, and something else I couldn't quite place.
Veronica leaned in close, and I felt her breath on my cheek.
Her blue hair tickled my face as she moved.
My hand trembled as I reached out to lock the door.
The metal was cold against my fingers, and each click seemed to echo in the quiet room.
Behind me, Veronica shifted on the bed, and the mattress springs creaked softly.
The sound of my parents' ringtone filled the room again, but I deliberately ignored it.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, stared at their names flashing on the screen, and pressed the power button until it went dark.
Sliding it back into my pocket, I turned back to Veronica.
"Jason, you know they're going to keep calling until you answer," Veronica said, her voice teasing yet firm.
I hesitated, caught between the pull of her presence and the obligation of family.
"Or," she continued with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you could tell them you're busy... with me."
I stood between the bed and door, my heart pounding in my chest.
Veronica watched me with half-lidded eyes, her gaze fixed on mine.
My phone buzzed again in my pocket, another missed call from Mom.
Veronica shifted on the bed, patting the space beside her invitingly.
The mattress dipped as I sat down, this time closer to her than before.
She reached out and traced circles on my knee, sending shivers through me.
The constant vibration of my phone in my pocket faded into the background as I focused on Veronica's face, inches from mine.
Her fingers trailed up my arm, pulling me closer.
The scent of vanilla filled my senses, and I felt myself being drawn into her orbit.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and quickly typed out a message: "Helping Veronica settle in. Call you later."
The screen lit up as Mom responded immediately, but I silenced it and set the phone face-down on the nightstand.
Veronica's fingers continued their exploration of my arm, trailing up to my neck and sending a wave of heat through me.
Her blue hair brushed against my face as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear.
The mattress shifted beneath us, and I caught another whiff of vanilla.
The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in our own world.
Veronica's eyes darkened as she slid her hand from my neck down to my chest.
The bed creaked beneath us as she shifted closer, her thigh pressing firmly against mine.
My heart pounded against her palm, the beat echoing through both of us.
Her other hand traced along my jawline, sending shivers through me.
The vanilla scent grew stronger as she leaned in, her blue hair falling loose from its bun.
She paused inches from my lips, whispering back, "Now we see how far you're willing to go."
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words.
"Veronica, what are you really after?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smirked, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Just the truth, Jason. Can you handle that?"
I pulled back slightly, studying her flushed face and trembling hands.
Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.
The mattress shifted beneath us as I adjusted my position, deliberately brushing against her.
My fingers trailed down her neck to her collarbone, watching as she swallowed hard.
Her breath caught when I leaned closer, my lips mere inches from her ear.
"The truth isn't always gentle," I whispered, feeling her tense beneath me.
I slid my hand to her shoulder, gripping firmly.
The mattress dipped as I shifted, leaning back against the pillows.
My hand rested on Veronica's shoulder, feeling her nervous tremors beneath my touch.
Her blue hair brushed against my face as she leaned closer, her shallow breaths sending heat against my skin.
I tilted my head slightly, positioning myself mere inches from her lips.
Her gaze darted between my mouth and eyes, uncertainty written across her features.
The air thickened with tension as I waited, allowing her to process the proximity.
The vanilla scent of my perfume hung heavy in the air between us, almost suffocating.
Veronica's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
She knew I was waiting for her to make the next move.
"Jason, you have to understand," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"I didn't come here just to settle in; there's something I need to tell you."
Her eyes flickered with a vulnerability I'd never seen before as she added, "It's about your father."
I leaned back slightly, keeping my grip on her shoulder while studying her face.
The mattress shifted beneath us as I adjusted my position, ensuring I was at a comfortable distance to read her expression clearly.
My other hand moved to grip the edge of the bed, steadying myself for what I was about to learn.
The musty air of the guest room mingled with the vanilla scent of my perfume, creating an overwhelming fragrance that threatened to suffocate me.
Jason's gaze shifted away from mine, focusing on the window behind me.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, clearly struggling to form words about his father.
I released my grip on his shoulder, sliding back on the bed to create some distance between us.
The mattress groaned softly beneath my shifting weight.
My hands found the edge of the comforter, gripping it tightly as I watched Jason's face change from seductive to serious.
He reached into his back pocket, his fingers trembling slightly as he retrieved his phone.
The screen illuminated his face as he unlocked it and began scrolling through what appeared to be a series of messages.
The vanilla scent still lingered in the air, but now it felt cloying and uncomfortable.
"Veronica, what do you know about my father?" Jason finally asked, his voice barely steady.
She hesitated, biting her lip before replying, "He's not who you think he is, Jason; there's a whole side to him you've never seen."
Jason's eyes widened, the weight of her words sinking in as he whispered, "What are you saying? Is he in trouble?"
I leaned back against the headboard, watching as Jason processed what I had just said about his father.
The bed shifted as I moved closer, causing the springs to creak beneath us.
My hand found his trembling fingers on the comforter, gently squeezing them.
The vanilla scent of my perfume hung heavy in the space between us as I leaned in, my blue hair brushing against his face.
My breath caressed his cheek, and I could feel his pulse quicken through our joined hands.
"I need you to trust me," I whispered, my lips almost touching his ear.
Jason's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and curiosity, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Trust you? Veronica, what are you not telling me?"
She took a deep breath, her voice steadying as she replied, "Your father... he's been leading a double life, and it's time you knew the truth."
I reached into my overnight bag beside the bed, pulling out a thick manila folder.
The edges were worn and rough, evidence of how many times I had handled it over the years.
The mattress shifted beneath us as I moved closer to Jason, his wary eyes watching my every move.
My hand passed him the folder, stuffed with bank statements, photographs, and handwritten notes.
The vanilla scent of my perfume mingled with the musty smell of the paper as I leaned over his shoulder.
"These will explain everything about your father," I whispered, my fingers lingering on the edge of the folder.
Jason's hand trembled as he took the folder, his eyes locked onto mine with a mix of dread and determination.
I sat beside him on the bed, watching as he opened the folder with shaking fingers.
The first photo showed his father entering a seedy motel with an unknown woman.
The dates matched the bank statements, which revealed regular cash withdrawals.
Jason's breathing grew ragged as he flipped through the photos, each one revealing more incriminating evidence of his father's double life.
The handwritten notes detailed meetings and payoffs, the words blurring together as Jason's grip tightened on the folder.
He paused on a particularly damning photo, his knuckles white against the edge of the paper.
Finally, he reached the last document - proof of his father's offshore account, hidden away from prying eyes.
The folder slipped from his grip, spilling its contents across the floor in a chaotic mess.