Sofia Pt. 01

Summary:

A well-off man, whose wife and child are on a trip, is relaxing at home when Sofia, the 18-year-old high school student who occasionally babysits for them, shows up with the excuse of picking up something she forgot a few days earlier.

The man sees her differently today and starts to get excited; she is dressed sexily, she is much more attractive than he ever thought, and she is acting in a flirty way.

Sexual tension quickly starts rising between them, but not everything may be as it seems; Sofia has recently been developing a strong fascination with the idea of seducing and dominating men, and she may have other plans in mind.

Tags: Femdom, Financial Domination, Blackmail, 18-year-old, High school, Tease and denial, Babysitter

Age of characters: All characters depicted in the story are at least 18 years old.

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"And look at that! He just did it again! 12 out of the 17 points for Dallas in this first quarter were scored by..."

The TV commentator appeared to be interrupted by the sudden sound of the doorbell. I placed my beer on the coffee table, stood up from the sofa, and headed toward the front door.

It was a calm early evening; the sunlight was starting to weaken outside, and I was relaxing after a stressful day at work.

I opened the door and saw Sofia, the 18-year-old girl who had been casually babysitting for us for quite some time. I was immediately shocked, not only because I wasn't expecting her but also because of how absolutely stunning she looked.

She was dressed in a casual yet fashionable and girly outfit that perfectly complemented her tempting figure. A pink crop top revealed her slim and toned waist, seamlessly blending with a stylish white mini skirt. The skirt's short length exposed her beautiful long legs, while her feet were confidently lifted by a pair of trendy pink sneakers with white high-heeled wedges.

Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded down in thick waves, appearing exceptionally beautiful in a casual, partial ponytail. The dim sunlight played with its rich hues, giving it an enticing sheen.

She wore subtle makeup that enhanced her natural beauty, adding a delicate touch of pink to her cheeks, which lent a rosy glow to her gorgeous complexion. Her clear eyes looked brighter than ever as they contrasted with the dark, fine lash lines surrounding them.

She was also wearing a pinkish, rather big watch on her left wrist, which completed her overall style--a mix of sexiness, cuteness, and girliness.

"Hi sir," she greeted me with a confident smile, taking me out of the trance in which her impeccable beauty had put me.

"Hey, Sofia," I said, doing my best to act normally. "What are you doing here?"

"I forgot some stuff the other day, and since I was in the neighborhood, I was wondering if I could pick it up."

"Yes, of course, come in," I instructed as I fully opened the door and moved slightly to the side.

She was almost as tall as me in those high platform sneakers, and she walked very gracefully and confidently, showing off her beautiful long legs proudly. As she passed next to me, I smelled the exquisite fragrance of her perfume, which slightly turned me on.

"Are you alone?" She asked as she briefly stopped for a moment in front of the TV, distracted by the flickering screen and the dramatic commentators.

"Yup, home alone. My wife will be at her parents' house till tomorrow, and she took Jeremiah with her, so yeah, I'm just enjoying some basketball and beers," I said with a subtle laugh and a friendly tone.

"I see," she said as she went upstairs.

I couldn't help but stare at her as she walked up the stairs. I had never looked at her that way before; she was extraordinarily attractive!

I sat down on the sofa and continued watching the game, or rather, pretending to. I was actually agitated just knowing that that sexy girl--our babysitter!--was home. I felt a mix of excitement, nervousness, and confusion due to those new feelings she was stirring in me. I quickly finished my beer, hoping that the alcohol would calm me down.

"OK, I found it," she said as she walked down the stairs.

"Great! Do you need a ride home?" I asked out of politeness and habit.

"No, don't worry; I see that you are busy with your game and your beer." She laughed as she said that, as if she were slightly mocking me.

"Nah, I don't really care about this game. Beer is good though, and I'd offer you one, but you can't legally drink yet!" I remarked, teasing her in return.

"Ha-ha, how funny," she pronounced in an exaggeratedly ironic way, continuing our playful banter. "I can legally drink Coke, though, and you didn't offer me that," she said, raising her eyebrows and flashing a mischievous grin at me.

I stayed silent for a moment, and then I realized that she was actually waiting for an answer.

"Oh, you're serious," I said, slightly surprised. "You really want a soda?"

"Why not?" She said spontaneously.

"Yeah, sure, I'll get you one. I'm on my way to another beer anyways. Do you want ice?"

"Yeah."

After a moment, I came back from the kitchen with the drinks. "Here," I told her as I handed her her glass.

"Thank you." She delicately grabbed it from my hand. I noticed that she had her nails immaculately painted in a shiny rose color.

I sat down with my beer while she stood, sipping her Coke and watching the TV screen. After a little while, she looked at me. "So, can I sit?" She asked with a slightly seductive smile.

"Yes, of course," I replied, my gaze fixed on the TV, feigning indifferent to the desire that her presence was triggering within me.

"You're acting so weird," she said with a faint laugh as she sat on the other end of the sofa, crossing her legs elegantly.

I was indeed acting weird; I couldn't help it. We were alone, and it was only moments ago that I realized how sexually attractive she really was. A stream of thoughts and emotions was racing through my mind--some of the images in my mind were dirtier than I would like to admit--but I tried my best to appear as normal as possible.

"Why? You always feel at home here. You don't need my permission to sit or get a drink," I responded, trying to deviate attention away from the actual reason for my strange behavior.

"Yes, but I'm not working today." She paused briefly to enjoy a sip of her soda, and then she added, "I usually stay here till late at night; would it be normal if I just did that today?"

"Well, that's different," I retorted.

"And why is it different?" She quickly countered.

I was about to answer "because you're not working," but I realized that was exactly the response she was expecting. I pondered for a moment, trying to find something else to say, but she interrupted my thoughts.

"Because I'm not working, right?" She asked with a proud smile.

I looked at her and laughed. "Fine, you're right," I conceded the point to her.

"Therefore," she continued, "we can also agree that you're acting weird and not being a proper host, correct?" She said it in a playful way, with a sweet smile on her face.

"Maybe." I was enjoying the flirty conversation, though the topic was remarkably nonsensical.

"And why is that?" She played with her hair as she asked that question, her gaze fixed on my eyes.

Why was I acting weird? I knew why; it was because I was feeling strongly attracted to her! But I couldn't just say that.

"Maybe I've been drinking too much; don't pay too much attention to my behavior." I offered an evasive response.

"Yeah, sure, that's the reason." She laughed and took a sip of her drink.

"What?" I feigned surprise with a friendly tone.

"Nothing." She kept smiling at me flirtatiously. "Do you want me to bring you another beer?" She asked while looking at my almost empty bottle, her face resting on both of her hands and her elbows on her legs.

"Oh, now you act like you live here. See?" I playfully attempted to resurrect our past little argument.

"Well, one of us ought to," she remarked teasingly as she rose from the sofa. "Give me that; I'll bring you a new one," she instructed, standing next to me with her arm extended in order to take the empty bottle from my hand. Then she walked gracefully between me and the coffee table toward the kitchen, letting me get a close view of her endless and flawless legs.

A few moments later, she came back.

"Here you go!" She said cheerfully as she handed me the beer. Then she deliberately walked between me and the coffee table again, one of her legs slightly touching my knee on the way. She sat closer to me this time and started texting on her phone.

I kept watching the game while she texted, but I took glances at her from time to time. She was truly beautiful. Her crossed, bare legs were incredibly provocative. Her uncovered, slender waist in that pink crop top looked deliciously inviting.

She seemed to be enjoying her texting session; she had a big smile on her face.

"Talking to your boyfriend?" I asked.

"Haha no! I don't have a boyfriend," she responded almost instantly, her sight still focused on her phone.

"No one from school you like?"

"Nah. Boys my age are stupid," her expression turned more serious. But then she smiled again, looked at me, and inquired, "Actually... Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure."

"I'm talking to Rob, this nerdy guy at school who does my homework for me. He thinks he's got a chance with me."

"And he doesn't?"

"Haha, no way! But he basically works for me now, so I just tease him a bit from time to time to keep him on the hook, you know what I mean?"

"How exactly do you do that?" I was genuinely interested.

"Well, to give you some background, he invited me to go fishing with him in the summer, just the two of us," she said with amused laughter. "He's such a loser! A girl like me would never be alone with him, let alone on his stupid boat! But anyways, I told him that I'd go, but my parents won't let me if I don't get really good grades this year."

"Oh! I see where this is going." I somehow interrupted her. "So now he does your homework so that you get the best possible grades and can go with him, right?"

"Exactly."

"But in the end, you still won't go." I sought to confirm my understanding of her plan.

She laughed joyfully as she responded, "Exactly!"

"But can't he tell that you're not really into him?"

"No! That's what I told you! Boys my age are really, really dumb!" She moved closer to me. "Look, I'll show you how I do it. Just pretend you're Rob, okay?" She looked at me right in the eyes.

"What are you going to do? I'm scared now!" I acted in a playful and ironic way as I moved my head back, pretending to be fearful of her proximity.

"Nooo!" She laughed merrily. "I'm just going to show you how I tease him!"

"Fine, I'm going to be Rob now," I said as I set my beer on the coffee table and then added, humorously, "I assume he doesn't drink at school."

"I hope not! Anyways, this is how it's done," she said as she moved near me and her expression turned to a seductive one.

With one hand, she started playing with my hair. Then, her fingers moved slowly across my face and trailed down to my arm, where her nails started to softly scratch the skin of my biceps and forearm in a sensual way.

"Rob, I really need that English essay as soon as possible. Will you write it for me during the weekend?" She used a sweet voice as she kept teasing my arm with her polished rose nails.

She was looking directly into my eyes, and her beautiful face--with that seductive expression--was in close proximity to mine. Her gentle touch was extremely delightful and generated a rush of tingles that coursed throughout my body. My dick began to get harder.

"Do I have to answer?" I asked and noticed that the sound of my voice was not the usual one, which embarrassed me slightly. I was afraid that she could tell that I was getting aroused.

She ignored my question and started teasing my other arm with her nails, gently grazing my skin up to my neck and then to the side of my face, where her fingers caressed me very softly, barely touching me, generating a wave of pleasant, ticklish sensations that agitated me inside.

"I really don't want to miss our trip in the summer, Rob, and you're so smart. Just do it. For me. Okay?" She acted out a highly persuasive charm as a sensual voice emerged from her sultry lips, while her nails and hands continued doing their magic work on my skin, burning me with pleasure.

It was a simple tease, yet she executed it in such an erotic and satisfying way that it produced in me an odd and strong urge to accept her requests. I felt like I had to make a considerable effort to fight my own instincts in order to avoid accidentally answering the question and telling her that, yes, I would write her paper.

"Oh wow! Poor Rob, I can understand how hard it would be to say 'no' to all of that!" I pretended to downplay the actual effect that her performance was having on me.

"You can feel it too," she said with a confident smile, clearly aware of what I was trying to hide.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. The tingles, the excitement. Becoming weaker and more agreeable. You're a man too," she said all of that with extreme confidence and naturalness, catching me off-guard with a shower of truths. I didn't know how to respond.

"Anyways," she carried on, "imagine how much more difficult it is for a nerd with a huge crush on me. He does my homework perfectly. Not long ago, I got stricter and told him that I would only accept A+ grades on my assignments or there would be no fishing trip; now he stays home for entire weekends producing flawless work for me, afraid that the trip won't happen--well, it won't happen, but he doesn't know yet. He even lost his 4.0 GPA because he is prioritizing my projects over his own studies."

"Sofia!"

"And here's another secret." She looked at me in the eyes and said, with a provocative voice, as her gorgeous face approached mine, "It really turns me on when men make sacrifices for me."

After saying that, she moved back to her previous position on the sofa, further away from me.

I could feel how hard my cock was and kept wondering if she could notice. I realized that I was now attracted not only to her appearance and her sensual touch but also to that bratty attitude of hers. That natural, dominant personality she was revealing to me was particularly arousing.

My heart was beating rapidly, and I pretended to focus, for a moment, on the basketball game and my beer.

Once my pulse had slowed down, I felt confident enough to continue engaging with her, and I resumed the conversation.

"So, I'm learning a lot of new things about you, Sofia!"

"Just a few. You know, I never really told anyone about this before."

"About what exactly? About how you manipulate those poor guys?" I asked with an amusing tone, although in reality I was curious to learn more about it.

"Hahaha!" She almost spit out the soda from her mouth as she spontaneously laughed. Then she turned more serious and said, "I used to feel like something was wrong with me. Why do I like to have guys serve me? Why do I like to tease them like that? I used to beat myself for it. But, recently, I've been starting to accept myself the way I am. I want to embrace it. It makes me happy; it excites me."

She paused for a moment and then continued, "Rob is not the only one; there are some more. For example, there's this college guy who is writing my university applications and even paying for them. Or, one Friday evening, at this nightclub-like event where they also had food, a gift shop, and stuff like that--and to which I wore this really cute, black, low-cut tight mini dress and high heels that certainly deserve credit--there was this guy I had seen once or twice, who works part-time and had just cashed his weekly paycheck on the way there, and I made him spend all of it--absolutely all of it--on drinks, food, and a bunch of stuff for me and a couple of friends!"

"How exactly did you achieve that?" I was sincerely intrigued.

"You know, it's funny," she responded enthusiastically, "because, at first, after we had danced for a couple of songs, I asked him for a drink, and he refused, claiming that he would never pay for girls."

She made a pause to let out an amusing laugh, clearly enjoying the memory of that moment. Then she had a sip of her soda before continuing. "But, after a little tease, he bought me a lemonade. And, after that, I simply couldn't stop. I just kept seducing stuff out of him. Over the course of the evening, as he became gradually hornier and weaker, his cash started to flow out of his wallet more rapidly, which inspired me to press on even harder, wondering how far I could go; eventually, he was left with only a $20 bill!"

She laughed with great delight and carried on, "You know what I did when I realized that was all he had left? I gave him a little tease--well, maybe that one was rather intense, but it was quick--while I instructed him to give me that $20 bill. And he did. He just handed me the money!"

Her beautiful eyes shone brightly with excitement as she recalled that, and then she continued, "But the truth is that, at that moment, I was certain that he was going to give me that last bill without much of a fight. He was already way too weak; he couldn't think at all anymore."

"How exactly did you get him to that state?" I was genuinely interested and was finding it exciting to discover more about that dominant and manipulative side of hers.

"It was kind of a process," she started explaining. "From the beginning, I always paid close attention to what worked and what didn't, where and how to touch him, how to tease him, or the words to say that would evoke the reactions I needed from him. And all along, I relentlessly pressed those buttons; wherever I found weakness, I pushed and pushed to make him increasingly horny and more eager to please me, to get into his mind."

She seemed to be getting aroused herself as she talked. She made a quick pause to have another sip of her Coke and carried on, "At one point during the evening, I realized that he was becoming slightly more agreeable and generous--so to speak. But I didn't slow down. On the contrary, that encouraged me to tease him even harder, to dance more sexily and closer to him, to keep weakening him while steadily getting stuff out of him; I would tell him that I loved that bracelet at the gift shop, that my friend also wanted one, or that I was a little hungry, or that I really wanted that cute skirt and top bundle outfit, that I needed another lemonade..."

She made a pause as she adjusted her position on the couch and continued, "And I always rewarded his purchases with increased sensuality and closeness, with an erotic tease, or by touching him in places I hadn't touched before--or for longer--showing him, in a seemingly natural way--without actually saying it--that spending his money on me was worth it, that it always came with a treat and with new, more exciting sensations."

"You were somehow training or conditioning him," I suddenly said, invested in her story and methods, which I was finding both arousing and interesting.

"Exactly!" she responded enthusiastically. "And not only was I conditioning him, but also those sexually stimulating rewards were driving him increasingly horny and weak--sending him into a sort of downward spiral. And I always kept him under the impression that something amazing would inevitably happen between us later, which made him even more eager to please me."

She took a quick pause to have a sip of her Coke, and continued, "Near the end, it literally felt as if I had him in a sort of trance--rock-hard and absolutely careless about his money. He seemed to have gotten addicted to those erotic treats--and probably addicted to me, and to spoiling me--and he started agreeing to whatever I asked, at times even himself suggesting things to buy for me. Eventually, I lost track of the amounts being spent, but I just kept going, because I started to realize that I could take it all. And I wanted it all. I wanted to see the bottom of that wallet."