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Euphamisms - 3
by Neil F. (no address provided)

***

Euphemism series continued. Susan meets the strangest 
people in her line of work. (MF, reluc, role-play)

***

PART 3: Child Care

The director of Tiny Tots worried Susan. He had been 
hinting that he knew about her profession for a while 
and wanted to talk. The prices were high at Tiny Tots, 
but the place had a great staff and an excellent 
reputation, so concern over having to move Ryan had 
her on guard around the man. If he wanted her to go 
elsewhere, she could afford to, but she and Ryan liked 
the place. 

Pulling into the parking lot, she looked to the 
playground and saw it was already cleared. All of the 
kids were inside waiting for their parents. She found 
herself tackled as soon as she opened the door. 
"Mommy!" He hugged her leg and beamed up at her. She 
scooped him up and turned to an exasperated looking 
attendant.

"Slipped by you again, I see."

"He's fast," she sighed. "Oh," she said, as Susan 
signed Ryan out for the day, "the director asked to 
see you."

"Oh?"

"I don't know what it's about." She gestured toward 
the back. "He's in his office." Susan shrugged and 
made her way back toward the office with Ryan already 
starting to nod off on her shoulder. Clearly he'd had 
a long day.

"Mr. Janson?" she called, knocking on his doorframe.

"Ah, yes, Ms. Maxwell. I wanted to discuss some 
business matters with you, but I can see Ryan is 
tuckered out. Might we speak privately this evening? 
Or tomorrow evening after hours?"

"I can have a neighbor watch Ryan and come back around 
7:00."

"Excellent. I look forward to it."

Susan nodded and made her way out to her car. Ryan 
barely stirred as she strapped him into his car seat. 

***

Mr. Janson greeted her with the blandly neutral smile 
he reserved for dealing with parents. Susan followed 
him into his office and waited while he took his place 
behind his desk. "Thank you for coming, Ms. Maxwell. 
I'll come straight to the point. I am acquainted with 
two of your clients, and I've become aware of what you 
do for a living."

"What is it you think I do?" Susan asked, wanting him 
to be direct.

"You're a whore." There was no accusation in his 
words. He was simply stating a fact. 

Susan only watched him, waiting for him to continue. 
He wouldn't have been so blunt if he didn't have 
proof. She'd need to confirm that, though. The word 
'whore' didn't offend her, it was accurate, and while 
some preferred words like escort, Susan had never been 
one to sugarcoat anything.

"I'm acquainted with Mr. Neilson and Mr. Massey. I 
might have been skeptical if just one told me this, 
but I've been able to confirm it through other 
sources." He spent a few minutes elaborating, and 
Susan was somewhat relieved that he didn't have any 
actual evidence, just a lot of hearsay. Clearly, 
though, the thought he had her trapped, proving he 
wasn't as smart as he thought he was. "Now, you should 
know that that doesn't really concern me. Ryan is a 
healthy, happy child who shows no signs of 
understanding things he shouldn't."

"Of course not," Susan snapped, getting angry at the 
implication.

"I'm quite glad of that, so there's really no need for 
this to go beyond us."

"What do you want?" Susan asked.

"As the director of this facility and overall manager 
for the region, I have a certain latitude. If I feel 
someone isn't fitting in or brings a bad element into 
contact with the children, I can ask them to take 
their business elsewhere. I also have the ability to 
help struggling families by offering… discretionary 
discounts."

"And?"

"I'm willing to allow Ryan to continue to enjoy our 
facilities and even offer you a discount… as a single 
mother… in exchange for your professional services."

Susan had considered this possibility, but she hoped 
she'd be wrong. He wanted to blackmail her, and he was 
willing to use her little boy to do it. This, she 
decided, needed special handling. "I think we can come 
to an arrangement. What did you have in mind?"

"I am told you have a specialty," he began delicately. 
"Role playing?"

"Yes. I do that for some clients. You have a 
particular interest?"

"I think you can start earning that discount tonight," 
he said, reaching into the bottom desk drawer. "You 
can change in the bathroom."

Susan took the bag he handed her and headed for the 
bathroom without comment. Upon opening it, she became 
even angrier, but she decided to deal with it and him 
later. For the moment, to business.

***

Suzie skipped into the office, her pigtails bouncing 
and her frilly pink dress moving in interesting ways. 
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Janson?"

Janson's eyes widened a bit at the sound of her voice. 
It was indistinguishable from one of his young 
charges. Remarkable. "Yes Suzie," he continued after a 
slight pause. "Please sit down. I was told that your 
teacher caught you playing doctor with some of the 
boys."

Suzie nodded hesitantly, and Mr. Janson sighed. "That 
was naughty of you. You shouldn't be playing games 
like that with little boys. You're a bit young to be 
learning such things at all." He looked thoughtful for 
a moment, "but I suppose it is best to deal with 
healthy curiosity directly. It is better to have your 
questions about such things answered by an adult than 
trying to figure it out with another child." He smiled 
benignly. "What exactly did the boys do?"

"They," Suzie hesitated, thinking, "played with my 
bumps," Suzie admitted.

"Like this?" Mr. Janson put his hands on Suzie's chest 
and rubbed her through the frilly dress.

"Yeah. It felt good when he did it, but it really 
feels good now!"

"I know more about doing it right," Mr. Janson said, 
continuing to fondle her. "What else did he do?"

"They touched me where I go peepee."

"Oh? Show me." 

Suzie raised her dress, revealing that she wasn't 
wearing any underwear. "Right here, Mr. Janson." She 
rubbed herself. "Isn't that gross?"

"Not at all, dear. There are more uses for that part 
of your body that going peepee." 

"Like what?" Suzie asked innocently as Mr. Janson took 
over rubbing her peepee.

"There's an opening there that, when your older, is 
where babies come out of women."

"How do women make babies?"

"All in good time, my dear," he chided, pulling gently 
on one of her pigtails. "For now, let me show you some 
of the things the boys probably didn't."

Suzie nodded eagerly. "Will it feel good, Mr. Janson?"

"It will," he promised. "I'll teach you anything you 
want to learn. I told you babies come out of the hole 
between your legs."

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Did any of the boys do anything 
besides rub you there?"

"Not today, but before, one put his finger up in 
there. It felt really good, but was still kind of 
gross, putting it in my peepee."

"That hole is actually called your cunt. It's right 
below your peepee, not actually where you pee from." 

"Oh. So, it's not dirty?" 

"No," Mr. Janson smiled. "It's there for making babies 
and it can feel really good." He put his hand between 
her legs and inserted a finger.

"Ohhh… That feels good!" She looked dubious. "It's 
really small, though. Babies come out of there?

"Yes. We'll discuss that in time. Do you know what 
your bumps are for?" He began rubbing her bumps with 
his free hand.

"No, Mr. Janson."

"Those make milk for babies. When a baby is first 
born, he sucks on your bumps, like this." He pulled 
the front of the dress down and began slobbering on 
her bumps.

"Oooh. Does it feel that good when a baby does it?" 
she asked, wide-eyed.

He paused to chuckle. "I wouldn't know, Suzie. I've 
never nursed a baby." He went back to slobbering. At 
the same time, his finger was moving more aggressively 
in the hole between her legs. 

Suzie started to rock her hips and breathe heavily. 
"That feels good!" He continued to play with her for a 
while, but then backed off.

"Let's review, shall we? What are these for?" He 
caressed her bumps.

"For feeding babies, Mr. Janson," she answered 
promptly.

"And what is this for?" He stuck two fingers into the 
hole between her legs."

"That's where babies come out!"

"Good." He straightened up. "Since you've learned your 
lessons so well, I have a treat for you. Do you like 
candy?"

"Yes."

"Good. I've got a special lollipop for good little 
girls." He unzipped his pants and brought out his 
special lollipop. "Now taste this and suck on it all 
you want, but don't bite. If you're really good, 
you'll get to taste the treat inside."

Suzie leaned forward and took his lollipop into her 
mouth. She licked and sucked and used every trick she 
knew for getting at the treat inside. It didn't take 
long for Janson to groan happily and give her the 
treat.

"Very good, Suzie! Now, I'm sure you have other 
questions, but they'll have to wait for our next 
lesson. Next week, same time." 

"Yes, Mr. Janson. Will you show me how babies are 
made, then?"

"I will, Suzie. I promise." When she straightened up 
and adjusted her dress, he smiled in satisfaction. 
"These little visits will occur weekly, or I'll be 
making some calls, understood?" Susan nodded. "Good. 
You can add the dress to your wardrobe. Bring it next 
week." 

Susan nodded and left to change in the bathroom, 
quietly fuming. This guy had to go. Once back in her 
car, she took the small digital recorder out of her 
purse and played the latest file as she drove over to 
the home of another client. 

She made the call while stopped at a red light. "Tony? 
It's Susan. I have a little job for you. Do you have 
some time tonight?" She smiled at the answer and 
thanked him, before hanging up and finishing the trip.

"Thanks for seeing me," she said as he let her in.

"No problem. What's this job?"

Susan explained what had happened with Janson and 
brought out the recorder.

"You got it all on the recorder?" Tony asked, 
admiringly.

She pressed the play button, and they listened to it 
together. Tony frowned when the recording ended. "My 
niece is enrolled at Tiny Tots. Let's get rid of this 
guy." He led her to his computer and brought up the 
software he needed before loading the file from the 
digital recorder into his system. "This will need a 
bit of editing," he said, "but I can handle that."

Not quite an hour later, they had a .wav file to send 
to Janson's boss. What he did with it would be fairly 
interesting to watch. "I think I'll stay home with 
Ryan tomorrow."

"And I'll tell my sister I'd like to take Emmy to the 
zoo," Tony decided. He glanced at his watch and went 
to make the call. When he finished, he came back to 
her. "All set up. I'll just send the file from an 
anonymous source and we'll see how the company 
responds." He looked her over. "You know, I think 
this'll be a freebie. I'm too creeped out right now to 
think about your usual compensation."

Susan nodded and smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Tony." He 
really was one of her nicer clients and she had fun 
when they got together. He made a good living as an 
independent computer consultant, loved kids, and was a 
nice guy on top of it. If it weren't for the fact that 
the man hired a whore rather than making the effort to 
properly date, she might be looking at him in a 
romantic way.

She had told him this once and he said he found it 
rather ironic, as she was the whore he hired. It 
didn't offend him, though, and the two continued to do 
business, something she was grateful for.

***

Janson's boss responded to the .wav file from the 
anonymous source with a call to the police. A squad 
car arrived bright and early to remove him from the 
premises. Susan suspected he would eventually be 
released for lack of hard evidence, but he'd never be 
able to work in the same field again. Hopefully, he'd 
think twice before telling anyone about her. 

Her day at home with Ryan inspired her to take more 
time off for that purpose, but for the next few days, 
she was solidly booked. She did move Ryan to another 
daycare, though, as did several of the parents.

To be continued?

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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