Mr. Rebel’s Big Dick Trap: Lola’s Job on the Line

Title: “The Big Dick Trap”

The sun had just begun to set, casting an intimate orange glow through the lounge room blinds. Lola nervously smoothed her little black dress, checking her reflection in the mirror one last time before the doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to reveal Mr. Rebel, a tall imposing figure with a sly grin on his handsome face.

“Mr. Rebel, sir, right on time,” Lola said, trying to keep her voice steady as she led him inside. She had been anticipating this moment all day, both excited and apprehensive about the task ahead. Babysitting for the Rebel’s was never boring, but tonight’s instructions were far from typical.

Mr. Rebel lounged on the sofa, his large muscular frame stretching out across the leather. Lola perched on the couch opposite, trying to keep her eyes from wandering over his broad chest and chiseled abs, barely contained by his fitted shirt.

“So, I have a little assignment for you during the kids’ sleepover tonight,” Mr. Rebel began, his deep voice sending a shiver down Lola’s spine. “You see, I’ve noticed the influence you have over my two children, and I think it could benefit the company I run, Rebel Industries.”

Lola nodded, hanging on his every word. “Of course Mr. Rebel, I’m happy to help however I can. What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Well Lola,” he said, his predatory eyes locking onto hers. “The company is in a bit of a tight spot financially. If we don’t secure a large venture capitalist deal, many people will lose their jobs. I want you to convince my 16-year-old son Kevin to pour some of his trust fund into the company. Make him see it as a chance to invest in his future and his family’s legacy.”

Lola blinked, shocked by the audacious request. “But Mr. Rebel, surely there must be other ways…I mean, persuading Kevin to relinquish his inheritance is a huge ask!”

“Lola,” he said, his voice low and firm. “The company I lead provides jobs for hundreds of families. Kevin’s money would be a sound investment, not an inheritance in a greedy teen’s hands. Surely you want to help? If you succeed, you’ll be well compensated financially. And if you don’t…well, let’s just say I may not be able to recommend you as a babysitter in the future. Got it?”

Lola swallowed nervously, her mind racing. The vast sums of money they were discussing, the fate of innocent people on Rebel Industries’ payroll, the mounting pressure in the room…it was too much. Before she knew what she was doing, an agreement tumbled out of her lips.

“I understand sir. Anything I can do to help.”

Mr. Rebel nodded approvingly, a sly smile on his lips. “Good girl. Now, there is one more thing…” His hand reached out, thumb stoking under her chin. “I need you to keep my wife occupied as well. Make sure she doesn’t interfere with the business. Be…creative.”

Lola gasped, but before she could respond, a violent spanking to her bottom sent her spiraling into the world of this vast perverted scheme. Little did she know, getting Mrs. Rebel alone would be the least of her troubles. As soon as Kevin and his sister Saved By The Bell’s A.C. Slater were in bed, the trap would spring shut around the sweet babysitter, stripping her of all she held dear to seduce the stubborn son.

As Lola left the room, a wicked chuckle emanated from the sofa. She had no idea what was coming, but one this was certain: tonight would change everything, and a scheming father and his innocence-stealing cock would stop at nothing to get their way. “Let the games begin,” Mr. Rebel smirked, adjusting his bulge beneath his slacks. His cock was only too happy to help get things moving…