Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I’m not a fan of young people. I hate entertaining them, but sometimes, babysitting is the easiest job for a lazy girl to get. So I was watching this cutie with an annoying attitude one night when her older brother decided to bring some friends over. They were just a few years younger than me, so I told them as long as they left us alone and didn’t break any rules, I’d leave them alone.
All was well for the first few hours, but in the middle of our last bedtime story, I heard a huge crash of glass come from downstairs. I tucked the girl into bed and hurried downstairs to find out what was going on. The boys had broken into the parent’s special cabinet. A broken bottle lay shattered in amber liquid, and the son had a clear bottle in his hand. “What the FUCK?” I yelled. Enough was enough! If he wanted to know what it was like to drink, I was going to show him in a way he’d never forget.
When The Sitter’s Had Enough
First, I kicked his punk friends out of the house. “Chill, Krysta. It’s not like it was even your bottle.” Then, I boxed him by the ears and shoved him against the kitchen counter.
“No, it’s not mine. But they’ll take the cost out of my pay or accuse me of drinking it while watching your sister! This is just unacceptable. I’ve had enough of you’re know attitude!” He looked scared when I shoved my tits at his chest. I shoved down his pants and yanked a funnel out of the cabinet.
“What, what are you doing?!” He yelled and tried to struggle, but he was scrawny, and I’m, well…not. I bent him over the counter and jammed the funnel into his asshole. He screamed, but I didn’t stop. I poured the clear bottle he’d been holding into the funnel and watched it drain into him. He cried as the liquid filled him up, and then he cried harder when I removed the horn, and it all wanted to come back out. Too embarrassed to let it go, he clenched up, and the drink began to absorb into his system. Giving him a whole new way to get tipsy.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410