Lesserton
Copyright© 2022 by ninjabird
Chapter 41
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 41 - All through rural America small towns are drying up and blowing away. The small town of Lesserton has found a way to prosper under these hard economic conditions. All it took was three men's will to attract the right kind of people to a place willing to ignore convention.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Sister Father Daughter Polygamy/Polyamory
“I think it’s past time that we consider hiring a nanny,” Darla said. “I expect to be working on my own pregnancy before the beginning of fall, and while the three of us are quite capable of raising two children I think we can do a better job with professional help.”
“We can certainly afford it,” I said. “What do you think Emily?”
“I love our little Oliver, but I can’t exactly hang him from the overhead hoist while I’m working.”
“Oh I can help,” Cheyenne said.
“Thank you,” Darla said. “We were hoping you’d be open to that, but long term we’re going to need to hire someone else.”
“We can find someone locally,” I said. “I’m sure there must be someone with applicable experience.”
“What kind of experience are you looking for?” Cheyenne asked.
“Someone good with children,” Emily said. “Safe. With references, or at least can pass a background check.”
“There are agencies for that,” I said.
“I ... I might know someone,” Cheyenne said. “She’s a preschool teacher, or was.”
“Do I dare ask how you know her?” I asked.
“Okay. Sure. She’s a content creator.”
Emily rolled her eyes.
“She’s a really good teacher. Was.”
“I assume she was fired because they found out she was doing porn?” I asked.
“No. Not at all. She was laid off during the pandemic. Started at OnlyFans and was making so much she never went back.”
“So why would she be looking for a position now?” Darla asked.
“Her parents found out. They were ... less than supportive about her life choices. She wants to start over doing something they’d approve of.”
“I seem to be in the rescue business,” I said.
“Best hero in town,” Darla said kissing me.
“Emily?” I asked afterward.
“I agree. Look how well Cheyenne turned out. Let’s take a look at her.” she said moving so that she could hold Oliver while kissing me.
“Okay,” I said. “I must be mental. I’ll have BB&S check her out.” I looked at Cheyenne. “You have a Name? Address? Not a word to her until I get the report back.”
“Cross my heart,” Cheyenne said making a cross over her impressive cleavage.
“Are you starting a collection?” David joked.
“I know about her porn career. I’m more interested in the rest.”
“She’s got a degree in early childhood education. An associates. A half dozen jobs in a variety of child care facilities. The turnover is generally high in those. No arrests. Where did you find her?”
“Cheyenne recommended her.”
“Why am I not surprised? Cynthia said to tell you: There are agencies for this kind of thing.”
“Can you work up a similar contract to what we have Cheyenne working under?”
“How soon do you need it?”
“We still have to interview her. If that works out we’ll sign her soon.”
Darla was playing with the baby while Cheyenne and Emily were scoping out the operation of a fancy Phillips Baby Bottle Warmer that we had received as a present from Miranda. Darla’s mother, and I were cuddling on one of the great room couches. Truly a polyamorous picture of domestic bliss when Emily’s phone rang.
“Hello ... Ms. O’Mally ... Ema ... Yes, we would like to interview you ... Yes we can pay mileage ... There’s a local motel ... A friend? Thursday? Good. See you then.”
“That was Ema O’Mally, our perspective nanny,” Emily said. “She’ll be in Thursday. She’s says she has somewhere to stay in town.”
“We talked yesterday,” Cheyenne said. “After you called her, Danny.” I had left a message on her phone.
“This should be interesting,” Darla said.
“Are you really sure you want to do this?” Darla asked.
We were in the secret room. I had the cameras from the kitchen on the large monitor. Cheyenne was working in the kitchen. Oliver was asleep in the nursery and the output of the camera in that room was displayed in a corner of the big display.
“We’re thinking of leaving our child with this woman,” Emily said. “I want to know as much about her as I can.”
We had told Cheyenne to entertain her friend while we finished working on our interview questions. The woman had arrived the night before and spent the night with our maid in her studio apartment. If we hired her, quarters would be another problem to address, at least until the renovation was finished.
Right on time we heard the doorbell. I pulled the front door camera up on the display. Ema O’Mally was a looker. She was wearing a puffy jacket and winter leggings with fur lined half boots. Her height was difficult to judged, but I was to find she topped up at a little over five two. She was probably mixed race with lovely oriental features and dark mocha skin. Very exotic looking. I could see she probably had a large OnlyFan following.
When she entered the great room she saw Cheyenne. Looking around to see that they were alone she looked at our maid and started.
“They make you dress like that?”
Cheyenne was wearing one of her typically obscene french maid outfits, this one sleeveless with a deep cut front, displaying her cleavage.
“No. I set my own uniform. I had to do something. The dad is a total hunk. He’s like sex on skates. He comes into a room and every woman present gets wet.”
“She’s laying it on thick,” I said.
Emily and Darla exchanged a glance.
“He still doesn’t know?” Emily said.
“He’s a bit thick sometimes.”
Darla was shaking her head. “Danny, within one week of being in Lesserton you had the town’s premiere lawyer, multiple members of the Quad, not to mention Emily jumping in your bed. Do you really think that would have happened if they did not find you extremely sexually attractive? Hell, I was a total slut and was ready to marry you within a week of going out with you.”
Before I could answer, from the speaker we heard Ema answer Cheyenne.
“I don’t need that kind of trouble. I just need a job. I don’t need the wife thinking I’m fooling around with the dad.”
“You got in late last night and I didn’t get into this before we got ... involved.” Even on the monitor I could see the dark flush on our perspective nanny. “Things are a bit different around here. For one thing the dad, Danny, isn’t just married to the mother. He’s got a legal wife named Darla who lives here too.”
“He’s what? Tapping the help. Or is she some kind of plaything?””
“No. They’re polyamorous. That’s kind of a thing here. One reason I had to stoop to this,” she waved her hand down her body to indicate her ‘uniform’, “is that Danny wouldn’t touch me until I made it extremely clear I was aching for him.”
“Fuck. I haven’t seen him yet and I’m getting wet just listening to you.”
“I’ve done both wives too, and all three at once.”
“Wait, this is the town you came from. The one you called poly central?”
“This is it.”
“Shit!” Ema looked around. “So they rich?”
“Yeah. Danny’s some kind of tech millionaire.”
At that point we closed the spying window and made our way to the great room, careful to close and lock the secret door, and the office behind us.
As we entered the great room from the hall, both Cheyenne and Ema turned toward us. I stepped forward and Ema came toward me. I extended my hand.
“Danny Becket,” I said. She took it and I could feel that her hand was warm. I looked directly into her eyes.
“I see what you mean,” she said to Cheyenne in an aside.
“This is my wife Darla and the mother of our baby, Emily,” I said releasing her hand.
She looked confused for a second and then extended her hand to Emily first and then Darla.
“Ema O’Mally.”
“Shall we be seated?” Darla said, indicating one of the conversation groups.
“We’ve done a background check on you Ms. O’Mally...” Emily began.
“Ema, please, Misses...?”
“Emily will do. I suspect you know what we found.”
The girl nodded. “I take it that wasn’t a deal breaker, or I wouldn’t be here.”
“True enough,” I said. “Cheyenne can tell you that things are a little different here. She can also tell you that she works under a pretty tight contract with a strong NDA built in.”
“It’s true,” Cheyenne said from next to the kitchen.
“Cheyenne has been helping with Oliver,” Emily said. “But we would like a full time nanny to help us carry the load.”
“I expect to be pregnant later this year,” Darla said.
“What about living arrangements? Hours?”
“We have a spare bedroom with its own bath,” Darla said. “My mother is staying there this week, but she should be gone next week.”
“Soon we expect to have some renovation work done which will add more guest bedrooms,” I said. “The present guest bed room will remain yours.”
“Hours will be about 60 hours per week,” Darla said. “Of course we’ll pay overtime for all hours in excess of 40. Two weeks vacation a year and most holidays off. You’ll get benefits too.”
“Of course Oliver is still breastfeeding, but eventually you, along with Cheyenne will be responsible for meals and such. We would expect you to pick up the nursery when he gets old enough to mess it up, but otherwise Cheyenne handles the housekeeping. Sunday and Monday off.”
“So why did you get into child care?” Emily asked.
“I like children. I also like to teach.”
“Will taking care of babies be interesting to you? It will be years before Oliver and his sibling will be the age you’ve taken care of in the past.”
“I like babies too. I have a lot of younger siblings. I’ve changed a lot of diapers.”
“Why did you start on OnlyFans?”
She did not miss a beat. “The money was good and I needed the income. I couldn’t exactly go get a health care job or start driving a truck. All the early childcare centers were closed down for months and months.”
“Why did you stop?” Darla asked.
“My parents. They were not happy with my career change.”
The three of us looked at each other.
“I think we’ve had our questions answered,” I said.
“We’ll be in touch soon,” Emily said. “Do you have somewhere local you can stay?”