A New Sitter In Town

Haley Spades is watching the kids when two babysitters from across the neighborhood, Jane Rogers and Gizelle Blanco, push through the door. Their eyes are sharp, their mouths tight. They want her gone. Haley stays cool. She watches them square off, sees the friction already flickering between them, and decides to fan it. “I bet my rates beat yours,” Jane snaps first. Gizelle laughs once. “Your rates and your references. I’ve never heard a single parent ask for you twice.” Haley tilts her head, sipping water. “Maybe you should settle who’s better right now,” she says, soft and sweet. Jane’s fingers catch on Gizelle’s blouse. The silk tears down the front, buttons clattering across the floor. Gizelle lunges back, yanks Jane’s skirt until the zipper pops and fabric slides over hips. Haley feels the heat crawl up between her thighs as each shred of cloth falls away. “Kiss already,” she whispers, voice low and rough. “You’ve wanted that longer than you’ve wanted my clients.” The two stop dead, breathing hard. “You set that up?” Gizelle pants. Haley nods. “Let me in and I’ll stay off your streets.”