Freeuse Babysitter Novels & Stories

My name is Ethan, twenty-one, broke college sophomore who needed cash fast. Babysitting wasn’t exactly on my radar, but when the ad popped up—generous pay, easy hours, live-in option for weekends I answered. The parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harper, both high-powered lawyers, traveled constantly. Their only daughter, Ava, was supposedly “almost grown,” a senior in high school who just needed someone around the house when they were gone.

"He's just a kid." "He's a monster," she hisses through the phone. "A future psychopath. When I took the kitten away from him, he said he'd...I can't repeat the words he said, sir, because I'm a Christian lady and I don't..." "Can you stay one more hour?" I beg. I sound pathetic, begging this geriatric babysitter to give me a bit more time, but I'm running out of options. I can't just leave work anymore--I'm just an employee, not the boss, and with Evelyn gone so much of the time and my law firm closed, I need every dollar I can earn. "Please. I need to see if I can get his mother to..."

Bree and Cassidy talked a lot yesterday and she had told her that she'd hook her up with fellow moms in the club. "My son is five years old. We can surely do a babysitting rotation, I'll introduce you to other moms, and we'll talk later. I'm about to go on stage. Welcome, Bree." Jade gave her a warm hug and then giggled as Bree looked positively awkward when her almost bare nipples touches her front.

Slowly, her chest grew heavy as she remembered what her boss said earlier. “Secretary-slash-babysitter.” She wasn’t sure if he was joking, but the thought scared her. What if he really planned to treat her like a servant, giving her orders like a nanny? She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. If only she wasn’t so desperate, if only she didn’t need this job, she would have never accepted it. She would rather wash dishes at a small eatery than babysit an arrogant man who acted like a king. But what could she do? She couldn’t afford to be picky.

Kayla smirk as she click on send button. Melanie abruptly drops the bowl on the table. “What did you just said, Kayla?” Melanie inquire, not wanting to believe her friend would actually think of her of becoming a darn babysitter for some kids. “Look Melanie, it is better to secure a job, anyone at that, than to do nothing. I've came to conclusion that you're not meant to make use of your certificate. A babysitting job has nothing to do with how great your credentials is. We all work to get money, okay? Some people do worse to get cash in their hands.” Kayla says, wiping out the balls of tears that drops from Melanie’s eyes.

“Hey, Lila, I’ve got a job for you. Parents are going to be out of town for fifteen days, and they need a babysitter. Pay is six grand!” My lips curl into a wide smile. Not even Tyler’s antics can quell the joy of having such an addition to my college savings. Surely, things can’t possibly get worse than today.

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.

I raise my eyebrows and grin. "I don't know, Marnie." She says with a slightly annoyed tone. I ask this question every time my mom tells me about a babysitting offer. But hey, who can blame me? I am doing it for the money after all. Who would want to look after sticky children for free? Don't get me wrong. I love kids. They're cute and sweet – sometimes. But I don't love them enough to do it for free.

Camille was so interested in her servants, that she had forgotten that she was alone in this world. Things got better when Dolores's parents told me that the girl had something strange in her heart and that she couldn't work anymore. Just what she made my day brighter.” Note the sarcasm. So there I was, in the middle of my little living room, looking for babysitters who would stay with Sunny every night, who weren't too expensive, with good references, who wouldn't mind working seven days a week if possible; Which left me with a very short list: only three names, and two of them already had jobs.

Sh*t I am being tactless again. "We will talk inside my office, you can wait." He replied. I closed my mouth to avoid unnecessary words coming out from my mouth. When we entered his office, Rosh sat on his swivel chair and gave me papers to read. "What is this?" I asked him before I read. "Employment Contract." He replied. "What!? Why?" I asked again. "The twins want you to be their stay-in babysitter." Rosh replied. "Why me?" I asked. "I don't know why the twin likes you so much." Rosh replied.