The girl couldn't even remember when she stopped using a name. It was probably after she turned 21. She just figured that the johns gave her whatever name they wanted, anyway. When they called she asked two things: what they wanted from the night, and what her name would be. Tonight she was Jessie, a young, horny, babysitter. That was what the john wanted, and that is who she would be.
She had always been good at pretending. When she was a child she was someone new every day. Today she might be a circus performer, tomorrow a ballet dancer. Things really hadn't changed much. The only real difference was, now that she was older, playtime usually ended with some kind of sex. Not always, of course. Sometimes she got the odd few that just wanted to punish her, or dress her up like a little living doll and brush her hair. Not that she minded, but she preferred the sex. With sex, she always had control of the situation. If she wanted it to end, it ended. Johns usually knew what she would put up with, and the few who didn't, learned quickly.
Although she looked small and dainty, the girl knew how to handle herself in a rough situation. Her childhood had been full of men who wanted nothing more than to tarnish a young, sweet thing such as herself. When she was fourteen she ended up in a self defense class, and still went there today. She was also lucky enough to have a broad base of johns who knew better than to pass word about her to others who might be less gentle.
Tonight should be fun, she thought to herself as she adjusted the barrettes in her hair. Part of the fun was getting into the character, and the girl was very good at her characters. She always took the name the johns gave her and worked up a little biography about the role. Jessie was an 18 year-old honor roll student in college whose boyfriend had just broken up with her because she wouldn't "go all the way". Jessie wanted to, but she was afraid. "Chad", her "boyfriend", was too wimpy – she needed a firmer hand in the ways of love. The girl laughed at herself for sounding so cliché, but that was the kind of thing johns wanted. This particular john had been very specific when requesting a submissive babysitter, but the girl knew this particular john, and wasn't worried about it going too far.
She looked at the clock, realizing she only had moments before the john arrived. She had left the door unlocked, and sat down on the small sofa in front of the T.V.
Her apartment was small, but was the perfect place to work out of. Over the years, it had been a hotel room, a classroom, even a dungeon. Tonight it was "Mr. P's" house, and she had just put the kids to bed. Mr. P was about to come home early, and find Jessie watching a movie not meant for her eyes.
The girl heard the doorknob jiggle, then turn. It was show time. She turned on the porno flick, and tried to look like she was seeing it for the first time.
He came in quietly, not realizing what was on the T.V. He set his keys down on the table by the door, and the girl flicked off the power, blushing.
"Hello, Jessie. Had a bit of a headache, so I dropped Susan at the party and headed back." Mr. P was saying. He removed his jacket, and the girl looked at him. He was one of her favorite johns. Not only was he quite handsome, he was also a great lover.
His brown eyes glanced at the T.V., then at Jessie as if he'd just noticed something was strange. He walked over to the couch, sat down beside the girl, and took the remote form her hand. The girl played as though she would not let go of the remote, then gave in. Mr. P pushed the power button and the screen flashed back on, showing a girl hungrily devouring a huge, thick cock. The john tried not to smile as her turned to the girl and faked shock.
"Jessie, where did you find this video?" He asked, standing to look down at her.
The girl looked back up at him shyly, " It was in the video cabinet. I... I just wanted to see what it was. I didn't know..."
"Are you interested in sex, Jessie? Have you and your boyfriend done it yet?"
The girl batted big blue eyes at him. "I... he... no."
"Why not?" The man asked as he sat back down next to the girl. He ran his hands up and down the shapely legs barely hidden by the tiny skirt she was wearing. "Are you afraid?"
"Kinda... I just don't know what to do. My parents won't even let me watch rated R movies without them seeing the movie first to make sure it isn't dirty. Now Chad wants to break up because I won't... you know."
"Fuck?" The man said matter-of-factly. The girl blushed again.
"Yeah."
"I could teach you. " The man's breath was hot as he spoke right next to Jessie's ear. "I'd be a good teacher, you'd love it."
"But I can't...Mrs. P..."
"...would never find out. Come on, Jessie, aren't you curious?"
"Yes, but... I don't want to be bad."
