Busty Babysitter の小説・ストーリー

As the sun rose in the sky, Mama Hazel, a dedicated and hardworking 2nd-year college student, prepared for her dual role as both a student and Theo's nurturing nanny. With a sense of purpose and determination, Mama Hazel balanced her academic pursuits with her responsibilities as Theo's caregiver, a testament to her unwavering commitment to both her education and her role in Theo's life. Dressed in her college attire, a backpack slung over her shoulder, Mama Hazel bid farewell to Axel and Theo, promising to return later in the day to resume her duties as their beloved nanny.

Sounds suspicious to me. “Well, I can see that you’re a good student, trying to finish your study to have a great career, and besides, I won’t offer it to somebody I know would waste it.” Well, he had a point, “What’s the job?” “To babysit, for boys,” he reread my paper, “I saw that you have some experience with services and taking care of other people as your job.” “Sir, it’s a full-time job.” “No, I mean, you just have to watch over them, not twenty-four-seven; I’ll give you a room to stay, foods, amenities, salary, of course, bonuses, some day-offs, what do you think?”

"She's elective mute." I nodded at her to continue when she paused. "Let's just say her parents are wealthy. They offered to pay you four thousand weekly." My mouth fell open. "And you only have to babysit four days a week for two months." "No way." I shook my head, refusing to believe I could get this lucky. "You're shitting me, right? No one offers this much to a fucking babysitter. No fucking one. And certainly not to an unqualified babysitter."

Yes, I was babysitting today, my boss' wife was out on a movie date with her fast friend Natasha and left me here for pampering the toddlers. “Dawddy, Look! Tom is ru-nning after Jerry!” Bella yelled in excitement, her smile was my favourite, it resembled her mother; who was again enjoying with her friend. “Yeah, bunny, he’s chasing after him because he wants to get him,” I told her, and she pouted her lips, that pretty confused face was my favourite. “Why?” My kids had an illness to long every word.

I asked her, She looked at me, ridiculously, “Yes, of course, what are you here for then?” she counter-questioned, ouch, quite furious, I hope she wouldn’t get selected, “Uh, I thought, I wouldn’t see the much-crowded area,” I told her, she scoffed, “Don’t you really know why you are here?” “I’m here because I was appointed for an interview of a job,” “And we are here because it’s Brandon Grande who is looking out for a babysitter for his son,”

“He and what’s her name went out to an orchestra holiday concert or something tonight, and they got me a babysitter. She’s nice and all, but she’s only a few years older than me.” “What? Your father isn’t spending Thanksgiving with you?” “No. I mean, we all had dinner together, but afterwards, he and what’s her name went out on the town.” “How old is the babysitter exactly, honey?” “Eighteen.” Jessica sighed with relief. At least she was a legal adult. “Debbie, there is a big age difference between eighteen and thirteen. I know you don’t see that now, but you will when you are eighteen.” “Well, all right, but I still think I’m too old to have a babysitter.”

"Good morning, Sir. I'm Xyneth Lava Asuncion, here to apply as a babysitter. My past jobs might not be related to taking care of children, but I'll do my best to take good care of whomever I'm assigned to." The man answers in a cold tone, still looking at a painting framed on the wall. "How can you be so sure that you won't mess up in taking care of my son?" I'm still looking at the floor, bowing my head before I speak. "I'm not 100% certain that I won't make mistakes in taking care of your son, but I'm 101% sure that I will do everything I can to take good care of him. So please be kind and patient with him."

I force the thought away and begin to scroll faster. Waitress. Sales assistant. Cleaner. All of them pay too little, not even close to the amount of money I need, but just as I’m about to give up, a new job listing appears on the screen. A Live-in Babysitter Needed At A Private Residence. Immediate Start. Responsibilities: Care for an 8-year-old girl, light household duties I pause for a moment. Something about it makes me look closer. Then I see the pay. Salary: $4,500/month + bonus upon successful 3-month probation.

the babysitter said, making sure my baby was in good condition. Still, my body felt weak. “But am I okay?” I asked, seeking reassurance. I felt tiredness creeping up on me, but the joy of seeing my daughter overcame everything. “You’re going to be fine, Ariane. We’re all here for you. This is a very precious moment,” the babysitter replied with a smile, doing her job to make sure everything went smoothly.

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.