You work as the babysitter of Oliver, the son of a very wealthy woman. One night, after you putted the 8 year old child at sleep, the door of the house opens, and you find Quinn in front of you, with a weapon in her hand. She looks very messy and tired "Call me Miss Quinn...Got it...? Where is my son?"

Quinn nods slowly, her gaze fixed on Oliver's room as she approaches it, her pace slightly quicker now "He looks peaceful...that's good..." She reaches out and gently runs a hand through his hair before leaning down to press a soft kiss against his forehead "Mommy had a rough night, but I'm back now, sweetheart. I'll make sure everything is alright." Quinn then turns her attention back to you, studying your expression for any hint of discomfort or fear before speaking again: "So, about your payment..." Her voice becomes colder as she glances around the room, looking for anything of value that might be worth taking. It's obvious that even when she's not at work, Quinn still needs to keep an eye out for threats

"Of course you'll be paid for your work, but first tell me how much do you charge? Did Oliver behave well?"

Quinn raises an eyebrow at your answer before shrugging nonchalantly "Alright then, consider yourself lucky that you didn't charge too much." She glances over her shoulder at Oliver once more before turning back to face you. "I trust everything went well while I was gone?" Her tone isn't accusatory, but it carries an implied threat all the same.

"Good..." Quinn nods slowly, her gaze drifting around the room again before coming to rest on you once more "Let's discuss your payment then...what would you like as a reward?"

"Alright then..." Quinn hesitates for a moment before pulling out her wallet and removing several bills. "Here, this should cover your work tonight." She hands you the cash, her gaze never leaving your face. "I'll keep your contact information...just in case I need someone reliable again." Her tone is businesslike but there's also a hint of respect.

With that, Quinn turns around and begins to walk towards the door. She glances back over her shoulder one last time before speaking up: "Oh, and next time you watch Oliver, make sure he doesn't eat too many candies." Then she disappears into the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sound of Oliver's gentle breathing in the background.

Quinn turns her head slightly to the side as she listens to your offer. There's a hint of surprise and maybe even amusement in her eyes, but it quickly fades away as she gives you a firm nod "Alright...that might feel good." She approaches you, standing close enough that their bodies are almost touching "But make sure it's only for relaxation purposes. No funny business."

"Mmm..." Quinn closes her eyes and leans against you slightly as the massage begins. Her muscles feel tense beneath your fingers, a testament to how hard she works both in her mafia life and as a single mother. You can't help but wonder what kind of events could have led her here, yet you stay professional, focusing only on relaxing her tight body.

As the massage continues, Quinn starts to visibly loosen up. Her breathing becomes deeper and more even, her posture starting to straighten out as tension eases from her muscles. You can't help but admire the way she responds so well to your touch, despite being used to giving orders rather than receiving favors.

Eventually, after what seems like a long time but could only have been half an hour or so, Quinn sighs contentedly and speaks up: "That's

"Mmm..." she hums, her eyes sliding shut again as you work your magic on her legs and hands. "That's better...thank you..." Her voice trails off into a soft moan of pleasure, but it carries the unmistakable tone of gratitude and genuine appreciation beneath it. Even someone like Quinn, used to taking what she wants and being in control all the time, can find it hard to resist the simple joy of having her tired body worked on by a skilled hand.

As you continue to massage her, she becomes increasingly relaxed. Her breathing slows further and her muscles become limp as she completely gives in to the sensations coursing through her body. It's clear that this is exactly what she needed after such a long, difficult day. And while you may not be able to help her with all of her problems or protect her from every threat, for now

"Hmm... This feels wonderful." She lets out a soft sigh, her head resting against your shoulder as you continue to work your magic on her body. "Thank you... I don't know what I'd do without people like you around me..." Her voice trails off and becomes so quiet that you almost miss it, but the slight tremor in the words betrays the emotion behind them.

For a moment, as she lies there in your arms, weak and vulnerable yet somehow still strong and imposing, you catch a glimpse of what must be like to be both Quinn and Oliver's mother; a complex woman balancing on the knife-edge between ruthlessness and love. A person who, despite all her flaws, deserves at least this small moment of peace and human connection.

Mmm..." Her breath catches in her throat as you focus on her hips and waist. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer against your touch. "You're... really good at this," she murmurs, the soft glow of pleasure coloring her cheeks now. Her heartbeat quickens under your fingers, the heat emanating from her body intensifying with every stroke.

Despite everything else going on in their lives, for these few moments, you and Quinn share a moment of perfect understanding; two people connecting through the simplest of human actions and finding something deeper, more meaningful beneath it all. But as the massage continues to bring her closer and closer to orgasm, the reality of who they are and what they must do begins to creep back in, forcing you both back into your separate worlds.

I..." Her voice trails off as she gasps and arches her back sharply against your touch. Her hips buck violently, pushing herself even closer against you in the throes of orgasm. For a moment, it's almost like she melts into you, their bodies becoming one beneath the sheets. Then, just as quickly as it comes, the wave passes and she sinks back down onto the bed, spent and panting heavily. "I... thank you..." Her words are still barely audible over her own ragged breathing. Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to regain her composure, but there's a hint of longing in them as well; the knowledge that this was far more than just a massage for her, even though it had felt so good.

Quinn drifts off to sleep in your arms, her breathing slow and steady now. Her body is still warm against yours, and there's something almost... soothing about holding her like this. Despite the dangers that surround them both, for a brief moment, everything seems alright; peaceful even. It's a feeling she hasn't experienced in a long time, and it lingers on even as exhaustion finally claims her, pulling her deeper into sleep.

Her dreams are filled with images of Oliver laughing and playing, his joy lighting up the room like a beacon in the dark. And occasionally, amidst those happy visions, there's a memory of your touch - gentle yet powerful at once - that sends shivers down her spine even as she sleeps soundly in your embrace.

It would seem that for now, at least, Quinn has found some small measure of comfort and safety...

"Mmm... Oliver? Are you okay?" she mumbles sleepily, her eyelids still heavy as she tries to wake up properly. When she feels your arm around her waist, it takes her a moment to remember how she got here; the massage and the feeling of safety that had come over her in that brief interlude from the harsh realities of life. She looks up at you with tired eyes, searching for some sign of what their next move should be.

"I... yes, I did, thank you." She glances around the room, then back at you with a faint smile. "You must've been really good." There's an undercurrent of meaning in her words that she leaves unspoken; not only had your massage been skillful and relaxing, but it had also helped her feel connected to another person again after so long of being alone.

She sits up slowly, still leaning against you for support, and looks out the window. The morning light is streaming in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything as Oliver stirs restlessly on his bed nearby. "We should get him up soon," she murmurs quietly before glancing back at you once more, a questioning expression in her eyes.

What will you say or do next?

"That wouldn't be...wise..." she answers carefully, her voice low and soft as she regards you thoughtfully. "My presence here is...important...and I can't afford any rumors or suspicions." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing. "But if you ever want to work with me again, in another capacity...I wouldn't say no. Just as long as it won't endanger either of us." There's an unspoken promise in those words; one of trust and respect between them despite the difference in their stations.

She leans closer to you now, her voice dropping even lower so that only you can hear. "And...thank you for last night. It meant more than you'll ever know." A shiver runs down her spine as she remembers how good it felt to have someone take care of her in such a way, if only for a

"Miss me?" you ask with a soft smile as she enters the room, still dressed in her suit despite how tired she looks. Quinn glances at you before shrugging nonchalantly and walking over to sit down beside you on the couch. "Just another long night dealing with idiots who don't know when they're beaten," she sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

As you watch her, it occurs to you that there's something different about her today; a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath the hard exterior she usually presents to the world. Perhaps it's because of last night or maybe it's just one of those rare moments when she lets herself feel weak for a while...either way, you find yourself feeling protective towards her tonight.

"Would you like me to give you another massage?" you offer gently, already reaching out to touch her

She nods gratefully and follows you to her room, climbing onto the bed with a sigh of relief as soon as she's inside. "That would be wonderful...just what I need after today," she says, lying back against the pillows with a contented smile on her face. You begin by removing her suit jacket and tossing it aside before carefully unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders.

Quinn closes her eyes as you knead her tired muscles, enjoying the sensation of your strong hands working their magic on her body once again. This time, though, there's something different about it; a tenderness that wasn't there before that makes it feel almost intimate. It's as if she trusts you now more than ever to take care of her needs both physically and emotionally...and she couldn't be happier about that.

As the

Her breath catches in her throat as you fondle and massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples expertly between your fingers. She arches her back off the bed, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. This feeling of abandon and release is unlike anything she's experienced before; it makes her feel alive in a way that nothing else ever has.

"Oh God...that feels so good..." she gasps, her hips bucking against the sheets as you continue to work your magic on her body. It doesn't matter anymore that he's just a babysitter or that they've only known each other for a short time; right now all that matters is this moment, these sensations coursing through her veins like liquid fire.

She could stay like this forever; the world falling away and leaving only them together in this bed, lost in the sweet agony of pleasure and need

She melts into the kiss, her body arching off the bed as your tongue tangles with hers in a sensual dance. Her moans echo around the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin as you grind against her through her underwear. The feeling of your hard length pressing against her is driving her wild; it's all she can think about now, all that matters.

Quinn breathes heavily into the kiss, one hand fisting in your hair as she pulls you closer still, her other hand slipping between your bodies to stroke herself over underwear. The sensation is incredible, and she knows it won't be long now before she comes undone beneath you.

She moans again, louder this time, as the waves of pleasure begin to build inside her. "Oh God... I'm close..." she gasps out between heaving breaths. "Please... don'

"Don't... stop..." Her voice is ragged with need as she arches off the bed again, searching for more friction against her swollen clit. She can feel herself growing wetter beneath you, her body trembling on the edge of release. All she wants is to come apart in your arms; to lose herself completely in this moment and forget about everything else that's waiting for her outside these four walls.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she meets your eyes, their gazes locked together in a shared understanding of what's happening between them right now. It doesn't matter who they are or where they come from; all that matters is this connection, this moment when nothing else exists except for the two of them and the need driving them both towards ecstasy.

Her lips part as she considers your words. "I don't see why not," she breathes out, tilting her head slightly to the side in invitation. She breaks the kiss, sitting up a little so that she can lower herself down over you. Her breasts sway freely above your chest, barely concealed by the lace of her bra as she leans forward, her mouth opening to accept your erection.

Quinn takes just enough length to stretch her mouth and feel the heat of your skin against her tongue. She begins to move back and forth slowly, teasing you with each delicate thrust as she savors the taste of you on her lips. Her hips sway from side to side in rhythm with her motions, the pleasure building within her once again as she takes you deeper into her mouth.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders again, urging you forward as she moans around your length. She

Mmm... Quinn moans around your length as you get closer to cumming, eagerly taking as much of you as she can while her tongue teases and soothes at the same time. Her hips buck against yours, grinding against your erection as she continues to pleasure both of you with her mouth. As you begin to pulse in her mouth, she doesn't pull away or hesitate; instead, she drinks deeply, wanting all of you that she can taste and feel.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder now, urging you deeper into the kiss as she takes your cum greedily. She sucks and licks at your length, enjoying the salty flavor mixed with her own essence as it drips down her throat. Even when you're finally spent and all that remains is a soft panting between them, she continues to hold you close, reluctant to let this perfect moment

Mmm... her moans vibrate against your skin as she complies, sucking you hard and deep with each draw of breath while licking and teasing the sensitive flesh with long, skilled strokes of her tongue. Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder now, urging you deeper still as she takes everything you have to give her. It feels so good, having her attention focused solely on pleasuring you like this; it's a power that she seems to wield effortlessly and with an ease that belies her cold exterior.

As you near the brink again, she speeds up, her mouth working over your length faster and harder as she races to bring you back to ecstasy. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now, matching the rhythm of your hips bucking against her face. And when you finally explode once more into her mouth, she swallows every drop