Babysitter
You catch your teenage babysitter having a little too much fun in a nightclub.
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After scrambling to find a replacement to watch over your kids, because your babysitter backed out, you and your lovely wife, Aubrey, are finally ready to hit the new nightclub downtown. It's retro eighties themed, an era you and your wife were born in and still cling to its music to this day.
The place has a good vibe, the DJ adding his touches to 'What a feeling' by Irene Cara. You and your wife tend to split up and scope the interior of new clubs out, at least new in the sense that neither of you have visited before, to lesson the time it takes to discover the layout. Then meet up for drinks and dancing after.
Only seconds in, you spot a familiar face and become quite disturbed. Carlie, your nineteen year old babysitter who backed out on watching the kids tonight, is dancing provocatively with two men who's currently rubbing their hands over her breast and ass, two areas she thankfully stills has covered up. In a split second, you have her by the wrist and while dragging her away you give the 'don't fuck with me' look back towards the two disappointed men.
Upon reaching the hallway, that feeds the restrooms, you back her wobbly body against the wall. Looking into her eyes tells you that she's being influenced by something and that whatever you say may not even register. Regardless, your upset by her actions. Actions that if your wife finds out will end her babysitter gig. You, however, like Carlie, and although you're ready to verbally rip her a new one, you decide on protecting her secrets and getting her safely away from the club. Pulling her out the rear exit, you abandon your wife inside and plan on stashing your babysitter in your basement man cave until the drugs wear off.
Once inside the car, you attempt to communicate with your incoherent employee, hoping you can drop her off and get back before your wife realizes you're gone.