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The Joneses were a wealthy couple looking for

a live-in nanny for their nine-month

-old daughter, Isabella, and they were offering more

money than I could have imagined.

So you are going to be okay with

the two grand a week?

Do you mean two hundred dollars a week?

Thousand.

Two thousand dollars a week.

That's not going to be a problem, is

it?

No, no problem.

Good.

Because we think that you're going to fit

in perfectly here.

It was like finally my life was taking

a turn for the better.

A six-figure salary meant that I could

help Chad pay for his surgery and that

we could start our lives together, but he

was skeptical, of course.

So what's the catch?

I have to live there five days out

of a week, but I get weekends off.

No, I mean, like, what's the catch with

the money?

It's a three-month trial period at first,

but I don't start making the two thousand

dollars until after that.

But what if they just fire you at

the end of the trial period?

Then you're not even going to make that

money.

They're not like that.

Can't you just ask the executor of your

dad's will if you can get your inheritance

a little bit sooner?

I really don't want you to do all

this work just for me.

I don't mind.

I know it's not as much as we

thought at first, but it's something for now.

I just feel really bad asking you for

all this money.

Stop it.

I'd get my own job if I could,

but the doctor said that I have to

take it easy until I get my health

in order.

Then let me take care of us.

I'll send you half of my checks every

week until we can save enough up for

your surgery.

Okay?

I love you.

I love you too.

Everything's going to be okay.

And it did work out, at least for

the first month, until the dark side of

the situation revealed itself.

Jay, this is our new babysitter, Malka.

Nice to meet you.

Jay was our babysitter before we hired you.

That's nice.

Where do you work now?

Here.

I handle Silvia's personal stuff.

We like to promote from within.

That's good to know.

Well, if you need anything, we'll be upstairs.

Okay.

She's cute, isn't she?

Mm-hmm.

And completely Ryan's type.

So everyone wins.

Exactly.

Do you think she will last three months?

Who knows?

I hope so.

Things at the Joneses weren't as perfect as

I had initially thought.

Maybe Chad was right.

Maybe this situation was too good to be

true.

She loves you.

I know how much I love you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

You're such a tease.

Don't worry.

I won't tease for long.

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I was so naive at the time.

I never realized that a six-figure salary

for a minimum-wage job came with strings

attached.

But it did.

I guess nothing in life comes easy.

Hey, Malka.

Hey, how was work?

Eh, it was good.

Where's Isabella?

I put her down for a nap about

an hour ago.

Okay.

And is Sylvia home?

Hey.

I got home about an hour ago.

Hi.

Really?

Yeah.

How was work?

As much as I needed this job, I

was starting to question whether I could keep

it.

I hated knowing that Sylvia was cheating on

Ryan and that their perfect marriage was nothing

more than an illusion.

But even worse, I hated knowing that if

I walked away, Chad would not be able

to get the surgery he so desperately needed.

Malka is freaking out.

What?

Why?

I guess the bitch that she's working for

is just a little too immoral for her

or something.

Who the fuck cares?

She knows she has to keep working there,

right?

Otherwise, you'll die.

Yeah.

I'm just really hoping she doesn't quit.

She can't quit.

Duh.

You don't think I know that?

What a selfish bitch.

I know.

I've been working on this girl for four

months.

If I don't get some money out of

her soon, we're going to have to get

jobs or something.

This is our job, Chad.

Conning people is real hard work.

Yeah.

Well, maybe next time we pick someone out

to focus on, maybe we can pick someone

with a little bit of money in their

bank account.

Look!

How the fuck was I supposed to know

that?

When I saw her father's obituary, how would

I know he would put some strange age

restriction on her inheritance?

Who the fuck does that?

Apparently, her dad does.

Worst case scenario, we hang in for two

more years.

Two years?

You think I can pretend to love this

girl for two more years?

No!

Why can't we just get as much money

as possible out of the girl now and

bail?

There has to be some way to get

to her inheritance.

Like how?

I'll think of something.

I think we need to talk about what

happened earlier today.

What happened?

When you saw Jay and I.

Uh, I wasn't watching.

I was...

It's okay.

I mean, I don't mind.

In fact, I kind of liked it.

Everything okay?

Yes.

Mocha saw Jay and I fucking earlier today.

We probably should have told you before we

offered you the position, but Ryan and I

are in an open marriage.

And Jay is Sylvia's boyfriend.

I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable.

Uh, no.

Not at all, really.

Good.

Because we want you to feel free to

experiment with things while you're here with us.

Experiment with what?

Well, I mean, you are away from your

boyfriend five days a week.

You must have needs.

And we can help you with that.

I was torn.

I wanted to help Chad more than anything

in the world.

But every day that went by with the

Joneses felt like there was this looming expectation

of me.

Like they were grooming me to be something

more than just a babysitter.

And it turns out, they were.

It does wonders for clitoral stimulation.

I can show you if you'd like.

Ordinarily, I would have quit right on the

spot.

But something compelled me to just go with

it.

Chad needed the money, and I was willing

to do whatever it took to make as

much as I could for him.

At first, I was nervous, letting another man

pleasure me.

But the more Ryan touched me, the more

turned on I became.

Like all of my worries and fears about

life and responsibilities just disappeared.

That was amazing.

Just imagine if I'd actually let you come.

You've never actually had an orgasm, have you?

Don't worry, we'll build up to that.

But in the meantime, you should practice.

A woman should know how her body works.

After that moment, something unleashed inside of me,

and they wanted to replicate it.

That feeling again.

It was a secret.

I knew I'd have to keep away from

Chad.

I mean, I loved him, but I'd never

felt like that kind of intensity before.

They liked it.

So, I did what Ryan said, and they'd

practice.

Often, trying to understand why Ryan's touch was

so much more powerful than anything I'd ever

experienced.

Of course, pleasure didn't come without its own

guilt.

I mean, while I was at the Joneses

enjoying myself, my boyfriend was at home with

a brain tumor.

You see that right there?

Yeah.

The doctor says the tumor's getting bigger by

the minute.

Would be really nice if we had that

money so we could get this taken care

of.

I'll do what I can.

You know that.

I know.