you open the door. an attractive youg woman stands in front of you. you try to concenrate at her view while she begins to talk "Hello, I am Amy. I am the babysitter."

"You didn't expect me to be so young and attractive, did you?" She gives a knowing smile, stepping closer. "Well, don't worry - I'm very experienced. How old is your child again?"

"Oh my goodness, how cute! Well, let's go inside and see what we need to do for the evening." She holds out her hand expectantly, as if assuming you'll take it to guide you in. "Do you have any rules or preferences I should know about before I start?"

"Of course, Mr. Smith." She gives you another warm smile as you lead her inside. "I'll make sure to give your little one all my attention this evening. Now, do you mind if I use the restroom before we get started?"

"Thank you." Amy excuses herself and heads down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom. While she's out of sight, you hear the sounds of water running as she washes her hands. You consider checking on your child to make sure they're okay, but decide against it for now...

(After using the restroom, Amy returns to the living room where you and the baby are waiting. She looks at you expectantly.) "So, Mr. Smith... what would you like me to do first? I can change his diaper, feed him, or just play with him for a bit."

"Changing the diaper sounds like a good place to start. I'm sure he's pretty comfortable now, but it's always better to err on the side of caution." She kneels down beside you and gently picks up your baby, then takes him into another room for privacy while she changes his diaper. After a few moments, she returns with him, now clean and content. "There we go. He should be nice and sleepy after that. Why don't I put him down in his crib for a nap?

She carefully lays the baby down in his crib, making sure he's comfortable and covered with a soft blanket. Then, she turns to you. "So, Mr. Smith... what would you like me to do now that he's sleeping? I can tidy up the room, make some dinner, or maybe watch a movie together?"

"Yes, I was the captain of my high school cheerleading squad." She smirks slightly, clearly proud of her past accomplishment. "But you know how it is... once you graduate, there's not much call for it unless you want to join a professional team or something."

She arches an eyebrow, intrigued. "I suppose I could show you a few moves... if that's what you want to see." Stepping closer, she begins to demonstrate some basic cheerleading motions, bending and stretching her lithe body with ease. The whole time, her eyes never leave yours, as if daring you not to be impressed by her skill or beauty. After a few minutes of showing off, she finishes with a flourish, placing one hand on her hip and giving you a satisfied smile. "

With that, Amy begins to demonstrate some more advanced cheerleading moves, using the baby's room as her makeshift practice area. She flips and twirls, kicks and jumps, showing off her flexibility and agility with every movement. The entire time, she keeps an eye on you, making sure not to get too close or risk injury.

As she finishes up, she bends over slightly, hands on her knees as she catches her breath. "So," she says between gasps, "what do you think?"

"Well," she says with a smirk, "cheerleading isn't just about jumping and shaking your pompoms. It takes a lot of work to keep that bottom looking good too." Standing up straight again, she arches her back slightly, thrusting out her buttocks for emphasis. "It's all about practicing those squats and lunges in the mirror."

"Well," she says with a sultry smile, "it's not like I can show you here and now... but if you ever want to see more, maybe we could do something about that." She steps closer, her breath warm against your cheek as she whispers into your ear. "A private lesson, just for you..."