Sitter Bait & Switch

Zoe Bloom sneaks her boyfriend Jake Adams through her client's swanky house, tiptoeing up the stairs to the master bedroom. 'Shh, keep it quiet,' she whispers, flashing a wicked grin. 'You owe me big time for that kinky shit you pulled last night.' She's craving a steamy massage, the kind that gets handsy fast. Jake smirks, 'Oh yeah, payback time,' as she peels off her clothes, baring every curve. 'Start with my feet,' she purrs, and he digs in, kneading those soles until she moans soft and sweet. He slides up to her legs, working the muscles, when Zoe smirks again. 'Bet there's coconut oil downstairs or some slick substitute.' Jake bolts, pounding down to raid the kitchen cupboards. That's when the front door creaks open. He spins around—bam, Eric Masterson looms there, eyes locked on him like a hawk. 'What the fuck are you doing in my house, punk?' Eric growls. Jake stammers, heart slamming, 'Oh shit... who the hell are you?' 'I'm the goddamn owner. Why're you rummaging in my kitchen?' Eric snaps. Jake's a sweaty mess, words tumbling out. 'Just... grabbing... something for Zoe, sir.' Eric shakes his head, pissed. 'That sneaky little sitter—I told her no visitors.' He eyes Jake like trash. 'What're you still doing here? Get the hell out!' Jake shoves the coconut oil at him and sprints for the door. Eric snatches it, storming upstairs, muttering, 'Where's that damn girl hiding?' He bursts into the master bedroom, ready to chew her out—then freezes. Zoe's sprawled naked on his bed, face down, ass up like a perfect invitation. He sucks in a breath, hand drifting to his crotch, squeezing the growing bulge. For a beat, he just stares, mind racing with dirty possibilities. Zoe, clueless her boy's ditched, calls out, 'You coming back, babe?' Eric hesitates, then prowls to the bed and climbs on, heart pounding. 'You snag the oil for that massage, babe?' she asks, all playful. He slicks his palms with it, dives in, rubbing her shoulders firm and deep. 'Hey, babe, you been hitting the gym on the sly? These hands feel jacked today!' Eric mutters a quick 'Yeah,' and she giggles, low and teasing. 'Keep at it—don't hold back, get frisky if you want.' She parts her legs wide, flashing him a teasing glimpse of her slick pussy. Eric works her over for minutes, faking the boyfriend act like a pro. Twice she nearly twists around, but he dodges—switching sides quick or angling her head with a neck rub to keep her face buried. Finally, she peeks up and spots him. 'Holy shit, Eric? What the fuck do you think you're doing?' He shrugs, all innocent cockiness. 'Giving you that massage you begged for—what's the problem?' 'Yes, but not from you, creep!' she yelps. 'You've been loving it this whole time, so what's the big deal?' he fires back, smirking. 'The big deal is you're not my boyfriend!' 'Look here,' he says, leaning in, 'you smuggled that boy in against my rules—no guests, remember? You're in deep shit if I say the word. Want me to finish or what?' She bolts upright, tits bouncing. 'Where's Jake at?' Eric chuckles. 'That wimpy twerp? Bolted out the back like a scared puppy.' 'He left me? What a total asshole...' Zoe pauses, chewing her lip, eyes narrowing with that revenge spark. She lets out a hot breath. 'His loss, then.' Time to school Jake—starting by dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around Eric's throbbing cock.