Being a broke college Girl means I’ll take any side gig I can—house sitting, dog walking, you name it. Everyone thinks I’m just the sweet, responsible girl who waters the plants and keeps things safe. If only they knew how filthy my mind really is.
That night, I was lounging on the couch in one of my shortest skirts, scrolling my phone, sipping wine I wasn’t supposed to touch. I didn’t expect him home early. The moment I saw him standing in the doorway, watching me with that hungry look, my whole body lit up. I crossed my legs slowly, letting him see just enough to make him lose his train of thought.
I called him “sir” in a playful voice, teasing him about catching me drinking his wine. His jaw tightened, but his eyes? They burned. He tried to act casual, asking if everything was fine, but I could see the way he kept glancing at my thighs. I love that power—the thrill of being the “innocent” College girl who isn’t so innocent after all.
I stood, walked right up to him, and let my fingers trace his chest. “Am I being a bad little sitter?” I whispered. His breath caught, and I knew he was mine. The next thing I felt was his hands gripping my hips, pulling me against him.
The tension snapped, and suddenly I was pressed to the counter, skirt hitched, moaning his name like I’d been waiting for this all along. Every thrust, every kiss tasted like sin—and God, I loved it.
Now every time I take a house sitting gig, I smirk to myself. Because sometimes being a dirty little College girl means the job comes with… very personal benefits.