##CHAPTER 4: My job as a nanny

Claire's POV

“Companies would beg you to work with them as soon as you graduate”.

That was what my university lecturer told us back in school.

But here I am after years of job hunting, standing in front of a tall iron gate clutching my CV tightly against my chest. A cruel twist of fate mocking me bare faced.

“Come in”. The security guard muttered, but I noticed his gaze not leaving my chest.

I looked down at myself only to see my shirt button about to snap.

“Take your shitty gaze off me, you scum”. Glaring at him while trying to use my document to cover myself.

Life has been so messy. I couldn't even afford a new T-shirt. The old one was so messed up that I had to squeeze myself in it for this interview.

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IN THE SITTING ROOM

“I heard your name is Claire”. The middle aged woman sitting across the table screened me from head to toe.

“Yes ma'am”. I gave her a slight smile, stretching both of my arms to hand her my CV.

“This is not an office”. She said, giving me a somewhat judgemental look.

I quickly withdrew my hands.

“You're here to babysit my son”. She added.

“Huh?”. I nearly dropped my papers. “As in a nanny?”

“If you don't want the job you are free to leave” She sounded dismissive.

No. This wasn't the fucking time to leave this place. As long as her child behaves well, I would do anything for the money.

I'm sorry, I do…. I mean, I really need this job ma'am”.

An old maid walked up to her and they both whispered into each other's ears before handing me a paper.

“Sign this”. She commanded.

Per the contract, i was bound to follow every of his instructions given, without questioning.

What instruction could a child possibly give? I thought to myself.

Without thinking much, I picked up the pen, scribbling down my cheap signature.

The house lady picked up the contract with satisfaction. “Fourth room upstairs by the left. Make sure you serve him properly. Your pay is five thousand dollars a month”.

“He is the only son of this family, so you have to serve him well and work diligently”. The maid added.

I was so happy I fought the urge not to pounce on her. “Thanks ma'am. I will make sure I do my best.

I would do anything! Whatever it takes, as long as I can get the pay.

I happily walking up the stairs.

This felt like saying hello to a new and comfortable life. With a good future ahead of me.

“He can be a bit out of line sometimes. Be careful”. The Madam's words made my steps pause.

What possibly could a child do to me? I wondered.

I nodded dismissively, climbing up the stairs, the pay amount making me grin from ear to ear.

But that grin disappeared immediately I got to the front of the described room.

A low male animalistic growl came from inside the room, followed by suppressed moans.

“Ahh…fuck!. Yes…yes…oh shit!”. Voice deep and raspy.

“Fuck!” Sharp heavy breathing followed.

It felt like he was…. pleasuring himself?

I fumed with anger. How could someone be so crazy to do this in a child's room?

I pushed the door open with full force and barged in like a maniac ready to catch the person in the act.

“Who…”. Words vanished from my mouth.

A young man in his mid 20s sat spread on the large king sized bed.

Our eyes met. Surprise flashed in his eyes for a split second before narrowing into casualty, forcing me to swallow down empty air.

Dark curly hair, falling carelessly on his forehead, damped from sweat or water. His body looked sculptured, surpassing most models I've seen on TV shows.

My gaze travelled further. What I saw, making my mouth fly wide open.

His thick cock pulsed with need, pre-cum dripping, trailing from the tip to his shaft.

He didn't even bother to cover himself. Just sat there lazy and unbothered, giving me a dark alluring look that made the back of my neck tickle.

A naughty idea suddenly popped in my head. The urge to slowly crawl up to him, climb that bed, use my tongue to stop the trailing cum and lick him clean from his base to the tip.

I clutched the hem of my skirt that barely covered my thigh, feeling my pussy already throbbing.

Fuck! Damn it. I couldn't believe I was so easy to get turn on”.

“W…wrong room I guessed”. I stammered, forcing a dry laugh. “I should leave now”.

I couldn't mess up this job because I was horny.

“Leave? I think you're in the right room”. A deep, seductive voice spoke.

“I don't think so”. My earlier bravado was out the door before me. My voice, slightly shaky. I wanted to disappear so badly before my dirty thoughts consume me and I do something stupid.

I turned away to leave when I heard him again. “My mom sent you, didn't she? I bet you're the new nanny”.

What in hell! I stood, completely paralyzed as realization dawned on me.

The maid had said earlier that this mansion has only one son. And this grown up man sitting on the bed just said ‘mom’.

Am I suppose to babysit a full grown adult? Someone that obviously looks a few years older than me?

No. That couldn't be.

I forced myself to turn to him. Avoiding looking at him. “Uhmm…I think there is a kind of mix up”. Fidgeting with the tip of my fingers.

“None”. He calmly answered. “You are my new nanny”.

I felt the world tilt around me before steadying myself.

Breath Claire. I can't let this pay slip away. If I walk away now, I have no other hope of a job or means to survive.

“From today onward, you'll be at my service”. He declared.

I've made up my mind. I wasn't ready to leave either.

“Prepare a bath for me”. He commanded, pointing a finger towards the bathroom. I wasn't sure if I misheard it. But he sounded so freaky saying that.

As I walked in front of him to the bathroom, pussy already dripping fucking wet, I felt a hungry gaze on me from behind.

I was almost done when I felt him enter the bathroom.

“Almost done”. I turned, only to see him standing naked, cock still erect and pulsing with veins.

My smile froze. Was he going to keep walking around like this?

“Continue”. He smirked, making bold eye contact with me.

“Yes...yes”. I smiled stiffly.

I bent over the bathtub, my cheeks flushing pink as I added bath milk to the water.

His eyes never left me as I moved, like that of a predator watching its prey.

Curiously, I glanced at the mirror in front of me. Four eyes locked. He was slowly rubbing the tip of his cock.

I was shocked. But something else caught my attention.

Due to bending over the bathtub, my skirt that barely fitted had raised high to my ass cheeks. My black, lacy pant fully exposed to him.