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Ara’s insides turned cold. She knew right there and then that Mr. Collins knew she had brought Lauren over yesterday. Not only did she bring Lauren over, but she fucked Lauren on the very couch her employer was sitting! Ara swallowed and tried not to let her anxiety show. Relax, Ara, she thought. So he suspects something. He doesn’t have proof, though, he can’t know for sure.

“I’m not sure I get you,” Ara said carefully.

Mr. Collins chuckled. “I knew you’d say that.” He turned serious. “Ara, you didn’t tell me you were a… lesbian.” His eyes never left Ara even for a second.

Ara stared back, but she was melting inside. He knows! she wailed mentally. Finally, she said, “Does it matter?”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Mr. Collins answered, his voice still infuriatingly soothing. “I don’t judge, Ara. But straight or not, I don’t like having people I don’t know in my house without me knowing it.” His voice turned menacing.

“I still don’t get you, Mr. Collins,” Ara said firmly.

Mr. Collins smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “You had your girlfriend over yesterday,” he told Ara. “Her name’s Lauren, I gather. Lauren. That’s a nice name.”

Ara’s eyes grew wide. Lauren was her Achilles heel, and she forgot all about maintaining composure. “How did you-” she began, but Mr. Collins cut her off with a burst of chilly laughter.

“Cut it out, Ara!” he exclaimed. “You’re not fooling me with your act. I know you and your… girlfriend got all nasty on my couch. In my house, and with Sean asleep upstairs.” His eyes grew furious. “How could you do such a thing? Sean trusted you. I trusted you.”

“Mr. Collins,” Ara started, but again her employer cut her off.

“I want you out of this house, Ara,” Mr. Collins said calmly. “I want you out of our lives. No more babysitting Sean. No more lies.”

“Mr. Collins, I’m sorry,” Ara said frantically. “Okay, I admit I brought Lauren over, but that was the first time ever and I swear that would be the last!” She gazed at her boss pleadingly. “I promise that won’t happen again, just don’t fire me, I swear I’ll do anything.”

Mr. Collins’s expression didn’t change. “No, Ara, that’s-”

“Anything, Mr. Collins, anything,” Ara interrupted. An idea popped into her head, and before she could blink, she reached down and pulled her sweater off her head. The sweater was dark and Ara was feeling a bit naughty, so she had decided not to wear a bra underneath.

With her breasts bare, she stood in front of Mr. Collins. She stood proud and erect, making sure her breasts looked saucier than ever.

Mr. Collins was silent for a moment before he let out a deep booming laughter. He laughed so hard, he had to steady himself on the table.

“Is that all you can do?” he exclaimed, struggling to keep himself under control. “Dear Ara, I’ve seen enough tits that could last me more than a lifetime.” He grew serious again. “Although there’s something I want you to do, though.”

Ara was wary. She couldn’t believe she had the nerve to strip in front of her boss. But she was desperate. Not only did she need the babysitting money but she also cared for Sean too much. He was like the little brother she never had.

“What do you want?” she asked finally.

“I want you to fuck yourself, Ara,” Mr. Collins said softly. “I love sex, but not as much as I love seeing others do it in action. It’s so erotic.”

“That’s it?” Ara asked. But she felt dirty. She had played with herself countless times in the privacy of her room and even in front of Lauren, but never in front of a much-older man.

“It depends,” Mr. Collins answered. “Now do it.”

Ara took a deep breath. I guess there’s a first time for everything, she thought. Then she undid her jeans and slid them down to her feet.

Mr. Collins leaned back on the couch, gazing at Ara’s body appreciatively. “Nice body,” he said. “I want you to put on a show.”

Ara kicked at her jeans until her feet were free of them. She stood up and walked to where Mr. Collins was, where she stood in front of him. Clad only in her purple silk panties, Ara began to move her hips. She tossed her head back, letting her long blond hair float around her shoulders. She cupped her breasts with both her hands and began to squeeze them gently. The she ran her flat palms over her nipples until her pink nubs stood out alert and awake. She kept on running her palms over them, and she felt something gush out in between her legs. Her panties were getting soaked. She sneaked a look below and saw a small dark spot on her crotch.