Pampering Our Sitter

Chelsea pulls up to a mansion that makes her current place feel like a bus shelter. She’s still moping about her mess of a home life when the front door swings open and there they are: Lydia and Anthony, all smiles and zero kids. They wave her in like they’ve already penciled her into the family photo. Inside, the interview starts normal enough—until the questions slide from “Do you like kids?” to “How big are those tits, sweetie?” Chelsea blushes, stammers, and wonders what the hell she signed up for. That’s when the couple drops the act. No baby on the way, they admit. They just want her. They’ll pamper her, spoil her, call her their perfect little girl, and all she has to do is let them play house. Chelsea’s jaw drops, then her mind races. A roof, money, zero yelling parents? Maybe getting weird with the hot couple beats another night on the couch. She bites her lip, glances at Lydia’s generous curves and Anthony’s hungry eyes, and feels the first real spark of hope she’s had in months.