Exposing the Caregiver Ch. 01

"Good job today Greg," she said, still foolishly believing she could simply avoid the issue. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Deep down, Clare had known it would not be that simple, but damned if she had not hoped it would.

"B—but, I was g—good," Greg whined as she started towards the door.

Clare rolled her eyes, turning back. "Yes you were, and thank you."

"Aren't y—you going to s—show me your breasts?"

Clare's eyes widened at his boldness. Well, that was to the point. "Greg, what happened yesterday was a one-time thing that can't happen again," Clare explained, "Do you understand?"

If he did understand, the look on his face told her it was not what he wanted to hear.

"B—but, I was good!" he said, a little more forcefully this time.

Shit, Clare thought. How do you explain to a horny, overgrown adolescent that you are not going to flash him every time he is "good?"

"Y—you promised!" Greg said, growing louder.

Clare needed to rein this in quickly, before someone heard. Ugh, things had been going so well...

"Greg, you know I can't—"

"No!" Greg shouted, cutting her off. Clare glanced at the doorway, more than a little nervous.

"Fine! I'll show 'em to you if you'll shut up!" Clare exclaimed in frustration. Again, she had let her emotions guide her before thinking things through. Fuck!

The near instantaneous transformation in Greg would have been comical if it was under any other circumstances. His shouts silenced and his face broke into a huge smile. For the second time in two days, Clare wondered if she had been played. Maybe this little shit was not as stupid as he looked. She was about to comment on it, but held back. What was she thinking? This was a 21 year-old living in a group home, she doubted he was the conspiratorial sort. No, her own foolishness had landed her here, nothing else.

By this point, Clare had come to terms with the situation. For his part, Greg had just sat there, nearly drooling in anticipation. Clare clenched her jaw and unclasp her bra for the second day. She already knew that a quick flash of her bra would not suffice. When she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and took a moment to collect herself, Greg started to bounce excitedly. Little shit, Clare thought and lifted her shirt.

Her youthful breasts bounded free and bounced into place. Greg inhaled at the sight and started to fidget as he gawked at her "girls."

"T—they're so p—pretty Ms. Clare."

Clare scowled at the little bastard. She was showing him her tits, but she was not about to engage him in conversation about them as well. Putting him from her mind, she frantically started to search for any possible way out of this predicament. Neither of them were going anywhere anytime soon. Judging from today, Greg was going to expect to see her breasts every time he was "good." Clare could not talk to Nathan so soon after reassignment as he would want to know why. Every option she could come up with ended with her fired and working fast food...

Though all this, Greg simply enjoyed the two magnificent globes on display before him. Clare failed to notice the way he was slowly inching forward. Greg was intoxicated by her breasts, and began to wonder what they felt like. Clare was too preoccupied to notice Greg's hands leave his side and hesitantly creep forward. Her preoccupation was shattered when one of his fingers finally reached her breast.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed, narrowly sidestepping his outstretched hands. "What are you doing!?!"

"They, I..." Greg fumbled.

Clare's hands released her shirt and fell to her hips as she prepared to set this guy straight. Instead of falling back into place, her shirt got caught on her breasts, leaving most of her chest still exposed. Something that was lost on Clare in her fury.

"I never said you could touch! Don't you know it is rude to touch a woman without permission?"

Had Clare been in Greg's position, she would have realized that her stern instructions were somewhat comical coming from a woman whose breasts were still hanging free. For his part, Greg just sat there admiring how her boobies swayed as she talked.

"Greg! Are you even listening to me?" Clare asked after another tired, exasperated at the blank look on his face.

She followed his gaze and realized why. Shit, she thought. No fucking wonder he is just staring at me. Clare yanked her shirt into place, ending the show once and for all.

"Aww," Greg whined and Clare almost punching him.

Aww? Aww! What the fuck does he have to "aww" about? The guy just got the show of his life, and I'll probably have to do it again tomorrow!

Clare wanted to say more, a lot more, but held it back. Yelling at him would get her nowhere, and if he got upset again... no, she needed to calm down. If she got fired, then this would have all been for nothing. Clare took a few deep breaths, trying to relax. What's done is done.

"Greg, good job today," she said, proud of her restraint, "I... I will see you tomorrow."

The thought of tomorrow gave her pause, but again, what is done is done. Two more months... two more months.

"Bye Ms. Clare. See you tomorrow!" Greg responded enthusiastically.

Clare had not doubt he was excited. The little shit would probably wank it tonight just thinking about it. The thought of him masturbating caused that teensy-tiny part of Clare to smile. It was a little flattering to have that effect on someone. Of course, her anger smothered that part immediately.