Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

Everything changed the following week. She came inside in another slutty little outfit ready to tease and send Mr. Michaels off to his game as usual, but he did not look happy to see her. He told her to come in and sit down on the couch. Billy was nowhere to be seen. She could even see that Max had been put outside onto the deck and waited at the glass doors.

She sat down suddenly nervous and asked, "What's wrong?"

He stared daggers into her for what felt like minutes without responding or moving. She shifted one way and then shifted back while she waited, only able to sneak peeks at his glare before having to look away. Had she pushed the teasing too far? Had she done something wrong with Billy? Had he noticed the missing money? The last one raised the biggest fear. Her mind raced and a sick feeling started in the bottom of her stormach

He moved at last. He turned and pointed the remote at the TV. There on the screen she watched herself reaching into the drawer in his room and carefully counting out several bills. The date stamp in the lower corner showed it to be five weeks prior and she knew he had a video of the first time she had taken money. She watched herself tuck the money in her pocket and then shut and lock the drawer. After a brief pause, the video continued with another date in the lower corner showing it to be the following week with the same result of her taking the money out of the drawer. She even counted the money out bill by bill in front of her. No doubt it came to $150, and she even kissed the small stack and had a huge smile on her face. It continued with every succeeding date that she babysat and helped herself to an extra tip'. The camera angle changed a couple of times, but each time, there would be no doubt it had been her.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" he demanded in a stern voice. He sounded like a father scolding a very misbehaving child. She had gone pale, and the sick feeling had become a sharp pain. She felt like she might throw up. Tears had welled up in her eyes. The shock of being exposed as the clear thief she had become made her unable to even respond.

"Do you understand that it is a FELONY to steal over $1000? And that you could be sentenced with up to eighteen months in prison as well as a big fine?!" he continued. Again, he just stood there silently, and she sat stone still. Prison? Fine? Her whole life could be ruined. College would be gone. Her scholarship gone. Hell, even getting a shitty job at that point would be the best she could hope for. She would have to tell everyone for the rest of her life that she was a felon. And prison?! She couldn't go to prison!! She just turned 18. Supposedly the best part of her life. What the fuck was she going to do? She sat too stunned to even respond.

"And that's not all," he finally said breaking the silence.

"Not all!!" she screamed inside her head. "What the hell else was there?" she wondered. He had pressed play again and she saw herself, leggings pulled down and hanging off one leg, her moaning and pinching her nipple while her hand rubbed her pussy in a blur until she reached a loud orgasm. She couldn't move or speak. Humiliation stopped the tears and her breathing. The video mercifully stopped, and he looked back at her with his arms crossed waiting for an answer.

"Mr. Michaels....what can I say....I'm so so soooo sorry!" she stammered. "Please, please, you can't call the cops. I..I...I'll give you all the money back!!" She started to feel frantic. "I'll give all the money back and all the money you gave me for babysitting and.......and...and my birthday. She reached over to touch his arm. "Please Mr. Michaels. This would ruin my life." Her eyes pleaded to him.

In his continued silence and stare, she searched for something

else to say. "I'll babysit from now on for free. You don't have to pay

me anything. Please, just don't have me arrested. Don't show

those videos to my parents!" she begged.

Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt hot and faint. "I'd be ruined. I'm so ashamed. Please, what can do?!" she begged again. The video of her naked and masturbating had been humiliating to watch. If it ever got out, she would be a laughingstock. But that didn't begin to compare to her blatantly stealing. She couldn't believe she had done it. How could she have done that? She had always been a good girl. She wasn't the type to steal. But she did, didn't she? She had gone into that drawer and had taken the money. She did steal. "What an idiot! What was I thinking? How could I do that?" she said over and over in her head. She actually fell off the couch at his feet and grabbed his leg. "Please don't report me Mr. Michaels and ruin my life," she begged again and cried against his leg.

She prayed for sympathy, but she got none. "Get up right now and sit on that couch and stop this bullshit crying!" he yelled. She jumped at his anger and trembled in fear, but did as instructed and got on the couch. His yelling scared the crying right out of her. She gulped in a big breath and held it. She looked up at him and forced herself to be as silent as possible, but remained unable to completely stifle her sniffles.

"You stole Sarah, You have to be punished. I can't just turn my head and ignore it. How many other people you have stolen from?" he accused.

"NO ONE! promise. I've never done anything like this before," she protested. "I promise. And I'll never ever do it again."

He seemed to calm down and visibly took a couple of deep breaths. "Sarah, I want to believe you, but I can't just ignore this. There has to be a consequence. I can't just let this go," he stated in a much calmer voice. Again, there was a long pause as he just stared at her.

"I'll clean your house too. Maybe cook some dinners, or...or...wash your car...there has to be some way I can work this off. Something I can do for you other than go to jail....what can I do?" she pleaded again.

"I don't need or want any of those things," he responded and then let the silence fill the room again.

The way he said it, she got the idea that there had to be something she could do. She just hadn't found the right thing. There had to be something she could offer. "Think, think...," she said to herself.

The answer came in a flash and seemed so simple. She looked up and said in a meek voice, "I'll have sex with you."