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Euphamisms - 3
by Neil F. (no address provided)
***
Euphemism series continued. Susan meets the strangest
people in her line of work. (MF, reluc, role-play)
***
PART 3: Child Care
The director of Tiny Tots worried Susan. He had been
hinting that he knew about her profession for a while
and wanted to talk. The prices were high at Tiny Tots,
but the place had a great staff and an excellent
reputation, so concern over having to move Ryan had
her on guard around the man. If he wanted her to go
elsewhere, she could afford to, but she and Ryan liked
the place.
Pulling into the parking lot, she looked to the
playground and saw it was already cleared. All of the
kids were inside waiting for their parents. She found
herself tackled as soon as she opened the door.
"Mommy!" He hugged her leg and beamed up at her. She
scooped him up and turned to an exasperated looking
attendant.
"Slipped by you again, I see."
"He's fast," she sighed. "Oh," she said, as Susan
signed Ryan out for the day, "the director asked to
see you."
"Oh?"
"I don't know what it's about." She gestured toward
the back. "He's in his office." Susan shrugged and
made her way back toward the office with Ryan already
starting to nod off on her shoulder. Clearly he'd had
a long day.
"Mr. Janson?" she called, knocking on his doorframe.
"Ah, yes, Ms. Maxwell. I wanted to discuss some
business matters with you, but I can see Ryan is
tuckered out. Might we speak privately this evening?
Or tomorrow evening after hours?"
"I can have a neighbor watch Ryan and come back around
7:00."
"Excellent. I look forward to it."
Susan nodded and made her way out to her car. Ryan
barely stirred as she strapped him into his car seat.
***
Mr. Janson greeted her with the blandly neutral smile
he reserved for dealing with parents. Susan followed
him into his office and waited while he took his place
behind his desk. "Thank you for coming, Ms. Maxwell.
I'll come straight to the point. I am acquainted with
two of your clients, and I've become aware of what you
do for a living."
"What is it you think I do?" Susan asked, wanting him
to be direct.
"You're a whore." There was no accusation in his
words. He was simply stating a fact.
Susan only watched him, waiting for him to continue.
He wouldn't have been so blunt if he didn't have
proof. She'd need to confirm that, though. The word
'whore' didn't offend her, it was accurate, and while
some preferred words like escort, Susan had never been
one to sugarcoat anything.
"I'm acquainted with Mr. Neilson and Mr. Massey. I
might have been skeptical if just one told me this,
but I've been able to confirm it through other
sources." He spent a few minutes elaborating, and
Susan was somewhat relieved that he didn't have any
actual evidence, just a lot of hearsay. Clearly,
though, the thought he had her trapped, proving he
wasn't as smart as he thought he was. "Now, you should
know that that doesn't really concern me. Ryan is a
healthy, happy child who shows no signs of
understanding things he shouldn't."
"Of course not," Susan snapped, getting angry at the
implication.
"I'm quite glad of that, so there's really no need for
this to go beyond us."
"What do you want?" Susan asked.
"As the director of this facility and overall manager
for the region, I have a certain latitude. If I feel
someone isn't fitting in or brings a bad element into
contact with the children, I can ask them to take
their business elsewhere. I also have the ability to
help struggling families by offering… discretionary
discounts."
"And?"
"I'm willing to allow Ryan to continue to enjoy our
facilities and even offer you a discount… as a single
mother… in exchange for your professional services."
Susan had considered this possibility, but she hoped
she'd be wrong. He wanted to blackmail her, and he was
willing to use her little boy to do it. This, she
decided, needed special handling. "I think we can come
to an arrangement. What did you have in mind?"
"I am told you have a specialty," he began delicately.
"Role playing?"
"Yes. I do that for some clients. You have a
particular interest?"
"I think you can start earning that discount tonight,"
he said, reaching into the bottom desk drawer. "You
can change in the bathroom."
Susan took the bag he handed her and headed for the
bathroom without comment. Upon opening it, she became
even angrier, but she decided to deal with it and him
later. For the moment, to business.
***
Suzie skipped into the office, her pigtails bouncing
and her frilly pink dress moving in interesting ways.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Janson?"
Janson's eyes widened a bit at the sound of her voice.
It was indistinguishable from one of his young
charges. Remarkable. "Yes Suzie," he continued after a
slight pause. "Please sit down. I was told that your
teacher caught you playing doctor with some of the
boys."
Suzie nodded hesitantly, and Mr. Janson sighed. "That
was naughty of you. You shouldn't be playing games
like that with little boys. You're a bit young to be
learning such things at all." He looked thoughtful for
a moment, "but I suppose it is best to deal with
healthy curiosity directly. It is better to have your
questions about such things answered by an adult than
trying to figure it out with another child." He smiled
benignly. "What exactly did the boys do?"
"They," Suzie hesitated, thinking, "played with my
bumps," Suzie admitted.
"Like this?" Mr. Janson put his hands on Suzie's chest
and rubbed her through the frilly dress.
"Yeah. It felt good when he did it, but it really
feels good now!"
"I know more about doing it right," Mr. Janson said,
continuing to fondle her. "What else did he do?"
"They touched me where I go peepee."
"Oh? Show me."
Suzie raised her dress, revealing that she wasn't
wearing any underwear. "Right here, Mr. Janson." She
rubbed herself. "Isn't that gross?"
"Not at all, dear. There are more uses for that part
of your body that going peepee."
"Like what?" Suzie asked innocently as Mr. Janson took
over rubbing her peepee.
"There's an opening there that, when your older, is
where babies come out of women."
"How do women make babies?"
"All in good time, my dear," he chided, pulling gently
on one of her pigtails. "For now, let me show you some
of the things the boys probably didn't."
Suzie nodded eagerly. "Will it feel good, Mr. Janson?"
"It will," he promised. "I'll teach you anything you
want to learn. I told you babies come out of the hole
between your legs."
"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Did any of the boys do anything
besides rub you there?"
"Not today, but before, one put his finger up in
there. It felt really good, but was still kind of
gross, putting it in my peepee."
"That hole is actually called your cunt. It's right
below your peepee, not actually where you pee from."
"Oh. So, it's not dirty?"
"No," Mr. Janson smiled. "It's there for making babies
and it can feel really good." He put his hand between
her legs and inserted a finger.
"Ohhh… That feels good!" She looked dubious. "It's
really small, though. Babies come out of there?
"Yes. We'll discuss that in time. Do you know what
your bumps are for?" He began rubbing her bumps with
his free hand.
"No, Mr. Janson."
"Those make milk for babies. When a baby is first
born, he sucks on your bumps, like this." He pulled
the front of the dress down and began slobbering on
her bumps.
"Oooh. Does it feel that good when a baby does it?"
she asked, wide-eyed.
He paused to chuckle. "I wouldn't know, Suzie. I've
never nursed a baby." He went back to slobbering. At
the same time, his finger was moving more aggressively
in the hole between her legs.
Suzie started to rock her hips and breathe heavily.
"That feels good!" He continued to play with her for a
while, but then backed off.
"Let's review, shall we? What are these for?" He
caressed her bumps.
"For feeding babies, Mr. Janson," she answered
promptly.
"And what is this for?" He stuck two fingers into the
hole between her legs."
"That's where babies come out!"
"Good." He straightened up. "Since you've learned your
lessons so well, I have a treat for you. Do you like
candy?"
"Yes."
"Good. I've got a special lollipop for good little
girls." He unzipped his pants and brought out his
special lollipop. "Now taste this and suck on it all
you want, but don't bite. If you're really good,
you'll get to taste the treat inside."
Suzie leaned forward and took his lollipop into her
mouth. She licked and sucked and used every trick she
knew for getting at the treat inside. It didn't take
long for Janson to groan happily and give her the
treat.
"Very good, Suzie! Now, I'm sure you have other
questions, but they'll have to wait for our next
lesson. Next week, same time."
"Yes, Mr. Janson. Will you show me how babies are
made, then?"
"I will, Suzie. I promise." When she straightened up
and adjusted her dress, he smiled in satisfaction.
"These little visits will occur weekly, or I'll be
making some calls, understood?" Susan nodded. "Good.
You can add the dress to your wardrobe. Bring it next
week."
Susan nodded and left to change in the bathroom,
quietly fuming. This guy had to go. Once back in her
car, she took the small digital recorder out of her
purse and played the latest file as she drove over to
the home of another client.
She made the call while stopped at a red light. "Tony?
It's Susan. I have a little job for you. Do you have
some time tonight?" She smiled at the answer and
thanked him, before hanging up and finishing the trip.
"Thanks for seeing me," she said as he let her in.
"No problem. What's this job?"
Susan explained what had happened with Janson and
brought out the recorder.
"You got it all on the recorder?" Tony asked,
admiringly.
She pressed the play button, and they listened to it
together. Tony frowned when the recording ended. "My
niece is enrolled at Tiny Tots. Let's get rid of this
guy." He led her to his computer and brought up the
software he needed before loading the file from the
digital recorder into his system. "This will need a
bit of editing," he said, "but I can handle that."
Not quite an hour later, they had a .wav file to send
to Janson's boss. What he did with it would be fairly
interesting to watch. "I think I'll stay home with
Ryan tomorrow."
"And I'll tell my sister I'd like to take Emmy to the
zoo," Tony decided. He glanced at his watch and went
to make the call. When he finished, he came back to
her. "All set up. I'll just send the file from an
anonymous source and we'll see how the company
responds." He looked her over. "You know, I think
this'll be a freebie. I'm too creeped out right now to
think about your usual compensation."
Susan nodded and smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Tony." He
really was one of her nicer clients and she had fun
when they got together. He made a good living as an
independent computer consultant, loved kids, and was a
nice guy on top of it. If it weren't for the fact that
the man hired a whore rather than making the effort to
properly date, she might be looking at him in a
romantic way.
She had told him this once and he said he found it
rather ironic, as she was the whore he hired. It
didn't offend him, though, and the two continued to do
business, something she was grateful for.
***
Janson's boss responded to the .wav file from the
anonymous source with a call to the police. A squad
car arrived bright and early to remove him from the
premises. Susan suspected he would eventually be
released for lack of hard evidence, but he'd never be
able to work in the same field again. Hopefully, he'd
think twice before telling anyone about her.
Her day at home with Ryan inspired her to take more
time off for that purpose, but for the next few days,
she was solidly booked. She did move Ryan to another
daycare, though, as did several of the parents.
To be continued?
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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