Grooming Kitty
By
Kirsten McCurran
GROOMING KITTY
© 2014 Aphrodite Omnimedia. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced for distribution by any means physical, mechanical or electronic without the explicit written permission of the copyright holder.
This is a work of fiction. All characters and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously.
Cover Design by Kenny Wright
Cover Image © 2014 BenGoode. Licensed from istockphoto.com
First edition electronically published by Aphrodite Omnimedia, September 2014
Other ebooks by Kirsten McCurran
Grooming Kitty
Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife
Emma's Escape
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The Wedding Party
Devil's Bargain
Sydney's Sin
Truth or Treat
Bound By Two
The Coach’s Wife
Flirting With Trouble*
Swinging Saved Our Marriage
Her Other Husband Series
A Snap Decision*
Kissing In a Tree
Kelly Crosses the Line
Kelly Can't Help It
Kelly's Last Date
Substitute Wife
Swapping Around the Christmas Tree
Sex Equity
Stormbound: Seduced by the Neighbors*
Because He's Watching
Eve & Friends Series
It Started With a Joke
It Started With Mistletoe
It Started Over Coffee
It Ended With an Announcement
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About the Author
Kirsten McCurran has a vivid fantasy life which she uses to fuel her erotic fiction. She is especially interested in stories of couples who go to the edge of acceptable behavior and then step over. She firmly believes that one never knows what they would do in a given situation until they are put there—and she explores those sexy results. Kirsten is the author of over 20 ebooks and lives in the suburbs—where the neighbors would be scandalized if they knew what’s going on in her head—with her husband and two children. She would love to hear feedback on her work and can be reached at [email protected], goodreads or through Twitter @kirstenmccurran.
Acknowledgements
This book would not be what it is without the work of many people behind the scenes. I have to thank the original editor, JBV, for her help in shaping my manuscript into something coherent and then Ben Boswell for making sure it was actually readable. As always, Kenny Wright has designed another brilliant cover and I thank him for always being there to bounce an idea off of or to help me out of a corner I’ve written myself into.
And lastly, but certainly not least, I thank my husband, who is the inspiration for all of my dirty fantasies and who gives me the space to explore them in writing and entertain you all. If it weren’t for him, and his forbearance, there would be no books for you all to enjoy.
one
Katherine closed the bedroom door after checking on the boys and was glad they were asleep at last. She did not hate kids, which would have been bad considering all of her money came from babysitting, but the Gardner boys were a handful by any standard. Four and six year olds could be rambunctious, but these children just never stopped going from the time Katherine arrived until she finally got them down for the night. Even then she couldn’t be sure they would stay down.
With a MTV reality show on in the background, Katherine picked up the toys, dozens of action figures and all the little pieces that came with them, and washable markers that were scattered all over the great room and stowed them in the plastic totes that fit neatly into the large closet in the hallway. Mrs. Gardner liked the house nice and tidy. Katherine knew from experience that if the house was not in order when the Gardner’s returned from their night out, it would be reflected in her tip. Katherine had just finished her second year at the local community college and planned to go away to finish her degree in the fall, so every penny counted. Some of her friends worked as lifeguards for the summer and her friends that worked as waitresses made much better money, but Katherine wanted to enjoy her last summer before going away to school. She liked the flexibility that babysitting gave her because she could work when she wanted. Besides, she liked playing with some of the kids she watched and was going to miss them when she went away. A few of her regulars almost felt like they were her own since she’d been watching them virtually since birth. Katherine had a very good reputation at her local church and never lacked for a job when she wanted one.
The freedom was also part of the appeal of babysitting. Once the children were in bed she could do as she pleased. She got to sit around and do whatever else she might be doing on a free night in—watch Netflix on her iPad or text—but she was being paid for it. Katherine used to have her boyfriend over before the break-up. She still liked him, but she would be moving over three hours away for school and didn’t want to be tied down. Cody was a great boyfriend. It was just bad timing.
Since Katherine had the run of the house she engaged in her favorite babysitting pastime. Okay, maybe fooling around on the couch with a boy was her favorite, but snooping was a close second. Katherine had a circle of friends that all babysat and they all did it at one point or another. When they got together she and her friends would sit around and dish about what sordid things they found hidden away under beds or in the backs of drawers in their employers’ homes. All of the girls’ investigating had led them to some conclusions.
Firstly, they decided that just about every married man on the planet watched porn. A lot of them tried to hide it by deleting the history in their browsers, but if the girls went to a site like PornHub and clicked in the search box they could see what the husbands were looking for. Some of the men were looking at “babysitter porn,” which they all thought was kind of gross—except for one of the girls who had a crush on the dad who’s kids she watched. That friend was actually disappointed that that wasn’t among his searches. The babysitters would pull up those videos when they got together to see what these men were watching and they had a good laugh. Katherine mostly found the videos that had some attempt at plot silly, but they could also be exciting. She was not very experienced and thought she could pick up some tips from the videos. The first time she went down on Cody she’d essentially done what she’d seen in the videos. The guys on the internet always seemed to last forever, so Katherine wasn’t ready when he came in about two minutes. She gagged on his load and it ended up running down her chin.
But the husbands weren’t the only ones with kinky secrets. Most of the moms they sat for had toys, either kept handy in a nightstand or hidden at the back of a drawer. Katherine could just imagine the wives upstairs using their toys to get off while their husbands were downstairs jerking off to porn. She was intrigued by the some of the toys she found, but the idea of actually using one was scary.
Secondly, it was plain that many of the adults they worked for had secret lives that they would never want exposed to the light of day. Katherine was still shocked when she found drugs in the home of someone she thought was all moral and uptight. The other girls routinely found drugs, too. Mostly it was pot, but sometimes there were vials of what was probably cocaine, or something worse. She did not have the nerve to steal anything herself, but the couple of times she’d tried pot was when one of her friends skimmed some from an adult’s stash. It wasn’t like they couldn’t get pot at school, but it somehow seemed naughtier to smoke pot stolen from a supposedly respectable adult. Katherine was not a goody-two-shoes, but stealing someone’s drugs was just alien to her.
Smoking pot was fun—once she finished coughing up a storm—and it made her feel giddy, silly and then hungry. Some of her friends tried pills they’d stolen or maybe a tiny bit of white powder, but Katherine passed on that. She was too scared by all things she’d learned about drugs in school to risk getting hooked on something.
The Gardner’s house was pretty boring when she’d gone through their stuff before, but the snooping itself was part of the fun. Anyway, you never knew what else you could find. Katherine had been babysitting since she was fourteen and over the years she’d been doing it she had become very good at going through drawers and closets without leaving a trace she’d ever been there. Sometimes she would fantasize she was a secret agent looking for stolen microfilm or a data drive and fancied that she was probably better at secret searches than anyone from the NSA. She went through Mr. Gardner’s drawers first, since the husbands usually had the juicier secrets, but she found nothing. She found an SD Card in the back of a sock drawer when looking through one dad’s things and when she popped it into her laptop it was filled with nude pictures of a pretty middle-aged woman—one who was not his wife. But Katherine recognized the woman, because she babysat for that couple too! They all went to her church. After seeing how flexible that wife was, Katherine was never able to look at her the same. And for the first time, she considered that maybe all of those people she knew at church might not be as upright as they pretended to be.
Mr. Gardner didn’t seem to have any secrets. She found no evidence of an affair, he didn’t seem to look at porn on the family computer, and she’d never found drugs in the Gardner house. Patrick Gardner appeared to be the nice, slightly boring churchgoing family man he appeared to be. It was rare and it made Katherine respect him even more. Mr. Gardner was always nice to her and he was one her favorite fathers to sat for. Not all of the fathers she sat for were as respectful. It was not uncommon for Katherine to catch one of the husbands trying to look down her top, or staring at her ass when they thought no one was looking. They always tried to be subtle of course, but a girl knows. If it was a cute boy her age she didn’t mind the attention at all, but when one of these married men did it, Katherine thought it was just creepy.
Mrs. Gardner was not very interesting either, as far as secret stashes went. Katherine did find a small white vibrator, with a stippled tip, hidden all the way at the back of a drawer of sweaters, but that was the only sordid thing in the entire house. Katherine was much more interested in Mrs. Gardner’s jewelry. Mrs. Gardner had some beautiful pieces and Katherine loved to try them on and pose in front of the mirror on the bureau. There was a very nice tennis bracelet and a pair of diamond earrings that Katherine was sure was worth a year’s tuition. Katherine would put on the earrings and the bracelet with an impossibly long strand of pure white pearls kept in a velvet lined teak box and prance around the bedroom pretending she was walking some red carpet. She posed and blew kisses for all the imaginary photographers. Katherine was well aware of the trouble she would be in if she were ever caught in Mrs. Gardner’s jewelry. They would probably think she was a thief, but she took special care to note exactly how each item was placed in the jewelry box before she removed it. She would have tried on some of Mrs. Gardner’s clothes to match the jewelry, but while they were about the same height—just about five and a half feet—Katherine was a slender size four while the things in Mrs. Gardner’s closet were all sixes or eights. Mrs. Gardner had all the right curves and blond hair and Katherine thought she would be a bombshell if she didn’t always dress so conservatively. Katherine didn’t see anything wrong with working it if you had it. Just about every top she owned sculpted itself to her C-cups, or was cut low enough to show she wasn’t a girl anymore, but a woman. It was just the way girls her age dressed.
Katherine carefully replaced the earrings and bracelet in the jewelry box, but kept playing with the pearls she’d twice looped around her neck as she meandered around the large master bedroom. The walk-in closet was not exciting, just suits and casual wear on one side and dresses her mother would wear on the other, and lots and lots of shoes. That was another thing Katherine coveted—Mrs. Gardner’s shoe collection. The closet had a second door that opened into master bathroom, with its huge spa tub. Katherine wished she could relax in there just once before she went away to school, but couldn’t think of a way to hide that. And then there was the other door.
It was not true that there was nothing interesting about the Gardners. There was one other door off the master bedroom and it was always locked with a deadbolt. Katherine tried that door many times and it was always locked. The Gardners were such a typical, boring suburban couple that Katherine could not imagine there was anything special behind that door, but she couldn’t help but wonder. Maybe that was where they locked up their illegal Guatemalan maid at night, she thought with a laugh. Most likely, Mr. Gardner had a gun collection or something boring like that, and did the responsible thing by keeping it locked up. Still, Katherine hated not knowing.
What the hell, Katherine thought. One more try wouldn’t hurt. Soon she would be off at school and there would be no more chances. She turned the knob and the door opened toward her! Her tummy got all fluttery as her girlish fantasies took flight. She was finally going to find out all the Gardner’s dirty little secrets and then she could blackmail them and those diamond earrings would be hers. Maybe the Gardners were fugitives or serial killers and this was their trophy room. Would there be jars of heads and a suit made of their victims? It was gross, but Katherine was a fan of horror movies. She pretended she was Clarice Starling and pulled, shocked to find the deadbolt was not thrown. The door creaked open and she peered into the darkness beyond.
It was pitch black beyond the door. There were no windows and the only illumination was what spilled through the door. The room was about half the size of the master bedroom, certainly more than just a walk-in closet, and Katherine saw several large objects, though she could not make out any details in the darkness. There were also shelves on one wall, along with many objects that seemed to be hanging from hooks. Cool air flowed from the secret room and Katherine noted an odd absence of sound. She thought she recognized one or two objects, but she couldn’t be correct. Why would the Gardners have that stuff locked away in a secret room? She was feeling inside the door for a light switch when a firm voice stopped Katherine in her tracks.
“I told you we would find her up here, Tara dear,” Mr. Gardner announced as he walked into the bedroom.
“You were right, dear, you just can’t trust anyone these days,” Mrs. Gardner said, agreeing with her husband.
Katherine turned with her hand still on the doorknob and stared back at the Gardners, who stood at the other end of the bedroom, just inside the door. They were not supposed to be home for another two hours and she hadn’t heard them come in. She couldn’t believe she’d been caught red handed. She was always so careful! There was no way to explain her way out of this one. If she were caught going through the medicine cabinet she could claim she was looking for aspirin or a band aid, but she was in their bedroom and she was not going to find any medicine behind the door she’d just opened.
“Nothing to say?” Mr. Gardner asked.
“I, uh…” Katherine stammered, but no, she did not have anything to say because she didn’t know where to begin.
“Come out of there and sit on the bed, Katherine,” Mrs. Gardner ordered.
Katherine released the doorknob and did as she was told, leaving the door ajar.
“Katherine, I cannot stress enough how disappointed in you I am,” Mr. Gardner scolded. “We invite you into our home and this is how you repay our trust, by going through our things?”
“I’m really sorry, sir. I know it’s wrong.” Katherine stared down hard enough to count the carpet fibers.
“I’m surprised nothing’s gone missing before. We’re you planning on keeping those pearls?” Mrs. Gardner asked.
“No, of course not! I just wanted to see how they would lo
ok on me. They’re so pretty. I’m really, truly sorry, I swear I haven’t stolen anything.”
“I wish I could believe that. I don’t think I can believe anything you say anymore, young lady.”
“Are you telling us this is the first time you’ve gone snooping through our things, Katherine?” Mr. Gardner asked. He towered over her and Katherine shrank into herself. He was so stern and she could just imagine her father yelling at her like this.
“Yes sir,” she lied. Katherine thought things were bad enough without the truth coming out.
“What do you think, Tara?”
“I don’t believe the little liar. I was a teenage girl once and I know what it’s like. The last time she babysat I thought the things in my drawers looked disturbed, but I chalked it up to paranoia. Katherine seemed like such a sweet girl I did not want to believe she was like that.”
It was strange for Katherine to sit there while they talked about her as if she weren’t there. It was clear she wasn’t going to talk her way out of trouble so she contemplated what the Gardners were going to do about this. They always seemed so nice and she was surprised by their harshness now, though she could hardly blame them. She hoped they would just throw her out without payment. That would be a punishment since there was this great outfit at the mall she’d had her eye on.
“I would like to believe you, Katherine, but my wife does have a point. How can we believe anything you say now? I can’t think of anything to do but call your parents.” Now Mr. Gardner seemed deeply disappointed in her and she felt ashamed. He’d always been so nice to her. But they couldn’t call her parents! Her mom would freak!
“You can’t!” Katherine blurted out.
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