I know I probably shouldn't be writing anything since I have a few other fic ideas I wanted to work on, but I found a little over thirty prompts that I liked on the subreddit /r/writingprompts and /r/dirtywritingprompts over on reddit dot com. This is the first from the list I liked, and it's M rated, which I'm sure tells you which subreddit I found it on.

For this series, I'll include the prompt, but it won't be seen until the end so as to not ruin the surprise. I know you can just scroll down to the bottom to find it, but I'm trusting you to wait. With this series, I won't be accepting requests, just checking them on reddit and, if I like them, write them down to, eventually, post here.

Final note, all of these will be Jori, but they won't be the main focus of the chapter. Also, some will have Jori, but not in the way you might think. And, such as in this one, I'll state if there are any pairings other than Jori and/or if the original pairing isn't Jori.

This, as much as I don't like writing them together, is a Bade one where they have two children who will be named early on, and Tori's their nanny/maid. Also, though they're married, Jade doesn't have Beck's last name, she kept hers as West.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'VicTORious' or any characters. All prompts are courtesy of reddit and the redditors who posted them.

Jade POV

"Anyone home?" I ask, entering the small mansion I share with my husband of ten years Beck and our twin six year old daughters Harley and Selina, as well as our live in nanny and maid Victoria. "Guess Beck's movie is still filming." I note, recalling how he told me he was going to be on set late and our daughters are still in school. "Victoria, are you still here?" I call out as I walk through our home, heading for the kitchen for a mug of coffee before relaxing before my children get home.

Not hearing a response, I pour my coffee and head for past the door leading to our fenced in backyard, stopping when I see something, or more likely someone, on one of our lounge chairs. Dropping my jaw, and my mug of coffee onto the counter, I stare at the sight before me.

On her back, a pair of dark sunglasses over her eyes, lays our nanny Victoria, or Tori as she tells us to call her. Normally, that's nothing new, since she does like to tan before heading out to pick up the twins. What's surprising is what she's wearing, or lack of it. From her neck down, she's completely bare. In more ways than one, I note at the lack of hair below her waist, with her dark purple bikini set crumpled on the ground beside the lounge chair.

"Our nanny is fucking hot." I whisper to myself, jumping back when the hot coffee I dropped onto the counter reaches my hand.

I know I shouldn't, being not only a married woman but straight, at least I thought so with that last part, but I stare at her. For what seems like an hour, but was possibly only a few minutes, I watch as she soaks up the sun into her already tanned skin, every inch glistening in what I assume to be a tanning oil or something.

Her relaxed form draws my eyes more to her, maybe unsurprisingly, B cup breasts and bare mound, her legs slightly open and both knees bent up, her hands to her sides. Like her skin, her nipples are brown, a darker shade that compliments her skin tone.

"Fuck." I hear, barely, from the open window of the back door, a quick burst of anger in my eyes at what she's fantasizing about, her hands moving across her chest and stomach. Leaning forward, why I don't know, I keep my gaze on her, listening as she slowly starts to moan and her hand moves lower, her left hand staying just above her breasts and her right moving to her mound. "Fuck, Miss West." She moans, making me cough and barely silence it.

"Wait, what?" I ask, staring at her. "My nanny's about to finger herself thinking about me?" I ask, watching as her right hand applies pressure.

Before she continues, my phone goes off, making both of us jump and her quickly grab her bikini and cover herself with it, looking around.

"Yeah?" I ask into the mouthpiece, moving towards my office in hopes of pretending, thank Goddess I'm a professional actress as well as writer and for the random challenges my old acting teacher used to throw at us.

"Miss West?" I hear behind me as Beck tells me he's been asked to stay late because of some issues with the set or something.

"Love you too. Bye." I say, handing up my phone and turning, seeing Tori dressed back in her bikini with a towel over her shoulders. "Hey. Didn't know you were still here." I say, sounding casual.

"Yeah, I was just out relaxing by the pool before picking up the girls." She answers, a blush somewhat evident on her cheeks. "How long have you been home?" She asks, clearing her throat.

"Just got home. I was on my way to my office when Beck called." I tell her, watching her face. "Sorry about the mug and coffee. I dropped it when Beck called." I explain, knowing she had to have seen the shards and coffee, though how she didn't hear it I don't know.

"That's fine. What did Mr. Oliver want?" Tori asks, a slight stutter at the mention of Beck.

"Just saying he'll be later than expected." I answer her, noting that her top is a little tight and she's still a little excited, her nipples poking the material a bit. "So, how often do you lay in our backyard naked?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"I'm sorry?" She asks, staring at me with wide, shocked eyes.

"I saw you in the backyard, naked as the day you were born, before Beck called." I explain casually. "So, how often?" I say, leading her into the kitchen to sit at the bar.

"Not too often." She answers, sitting down beside me. "You're not mad?" She asks, refusing to look at me.

"No, not mad." I say, grabbing the string keeping her top on and undoing it, shushing her when she tries to ask me what I'm doing. "Intrigued." I say, pulling her top off and blatantly staring at her chest. "Now, how often do you fantasize about me when you're alone?" I ask, tapping her right nipple.

"Miss West, what are you doing?" Tori asks after a moment of me tapping her nipples, a small smirk on my face at how erect they become and how quick.

"Curious." I say simply, pinching her right nipple. "So, tell me, how often do you fantasize about me?" I ask again, looking at her. "Don't lie to me now, Tori." I say, moving from her right to her left.

"Three years." She answers breathlessly, making me stop.

"You've been fantasizing about me since you started working for us?" I ask, my hand dropping to her thigh. "How long have you liked women?" I ask, turning her around to face me.

"Ten years, Miss West." Tori tells me, looking away shyly.

"So you've been a lesbian since you were fifteen?" I ask, curious.

"Yes, Miss West." She tells me, nodding.

"Two things. First, stop calling me Miss West. I hate it. Call me Jade. Second, how did you know you were lesbian?" I ask, my eyes moving from between her chest and her eyes.

"I just knew. Why do you ask?" She asks, confused as she hides her chest from my gaze.

As an answer, I lean forward and kiss her, my hands moving to her chest and moving her hands away. "Don't tell Beck." I say after pulling away, moving forward again before she can say anything.

A few minutes later, we're in her room, her bikini tossed aside her bed and my clothes piled at the foot, as we lay on her bed, making out with each other. "We really shouldn't do this." Tori says as I kiss down her chest, wanting to taste her nipples.

"As long as no one finds out, we'll be fine. Besides, it's a one-time thing." I tell her, seeing the upset look in her eyes at my comment. "Relax, Tori." I say, licking her left nipple, enjoying the taste as she enjoys the feel.

Without a word, she moves her hands down my back and moves them to my chest, massaging them. "I've had a crush on you since your first movie." Tori admits, arching her back.

"That was eight years ago." I note, looking up at her. "No wonder you were so eager to move in when I suggested we needed a live-in nanny for the girls." I smirk, biting her nipple gently, flicking it with my tongue. "So, you ever fuck another woman?" I ask, moving down to kiss her stomach and hips.

"A few times before I moved here." Tori admits, spreading her legs as I near her mound. "I had a girlfriend from seventeen to twenty-two. We gave each other our virginities." She adds, her hands moving quickly to my head, holding me in place.

"Teach me what you learned." I tell her before sliding my tongue over her mound, my tongue applying pressure as I enjoy the taste. "So much better than Beck." I whisper, pushing her legs farther apart.

For the next couple of hours, Tori and I move around her bed, and once in her en suite bathroom, climaxing more times in those two hours than Beck gave me in our first two years of marriage, and even most of our relationship before then.

"So, how'd I taste?" I ask Tori as we get dressed so she can head out to get my daughters as I go to shower and work on my next novel.

And I'm ending here. It's been a while since I've written any smut, so I apologize if this wasn't very good. I have a few other prompts from /r/dirtywritingprompts, but it'll be a while before I get to them, so I can't promise my smut writing skills will improve by them.

The prompt was: You're home from work early. The kids are at school and your husband (the original prompt stated wife) is still at work. You don't see the nanny, so you're expecting a quiet afternoon. You pour yourself a drink and glance out the window, nearly spitting it out when you see the nanny completely nude by the pool.

How'd I do with it? It's been a while since I've done a prompt.

Thank you for reading, hope you liked it and review.

Blessed Be.