Page 52 of Family Ties

“Unless you want this emailed to both your family and the entire UNC student body.” I hold the phone in front of her face and provide her the opportunity to realize she’s the one with a facein her cunt while she rotates her attention between sucking on Edmund’s balls and licking the clit of the blonde riding his cock.

The moment she realizes she swipes for the for the phone and hisses, “Turn it off. Where the fuck did you get that?”

“I think you know exactly where I got it.”

“What do you want?” The flirty coyness from our prior text exchanges is replaced with an eye roll and unpleasant annoyance. While that business conversation was light-hearted, this one is not.

“I think you know exactly what it is that I want.” My voice is firm.

“Fine,” she huffs and rolls her eyes again, before mumbling, “I knew that shit was too fucking good to be true.”

Before I have a chance to question her statement, she continues, “I can’t afford to pay you. I’ll do almost anything to keep that video from ever being seen by anyone.”

“Anything?”

“Yes. I’ll fuck you to keep quiet.” Her voice is quiet and raspy, “Once a week, max. You’ll glove up because I am not getting knocked up by some middle-class fuck.”

Not the anything I meant but based on the tent of my pants at the moment, my cock is quite intrigued.

“And your friends.” I tap the screen on my phone.

This might be the easiest way to find the others and question them all.

“I don’t know the blonde.” She shakes her head. “I think her name was Riley.”

“You had your face buried that deep in her cunt and you don’t know her name?”

“Shhhh,” she roughly hushes me and whispers, “No. I don’t know her fucking name, okay. I wasn’t there for her.”

“The redhead?”

“Harper. She’s my roommate.” Guilt pains her face as she shares that information. “I’ll text her, but she flew out to Vegas this afternoon. She’s going to be…busy.”

Swiping her little clutch from the table, I rifle through it until I find her license. I place it on the table and snap a photo of it with my phone.

“I know where to find both of you.” I drop the ID back into her bag. “But I’m going to need some reassurances from you.”

Finishing the last of the glass of wine sitting before her, she says, “Follow me.”

With Nikki leading the way, we walk through the restaurant, pass through a set of double doors and a fire door until we’re in a stairwell. She immediately drops to her knees, undoes my belt and begins undoing the zipper of my pants.

Fuck, Michales, this is a bad fucking idea.

Freeing my cock, she slides her mouth down it while the tip of her tongue drags teasingly along the underside of my shaft. She’s relentless in her sucking, not stopping until she takes me down her throat and her lips kiss the skin at my base.

This sure as fuck doesn’t feel like a bad idea.

Tugging at my balls as she continues to take me deep, I spill my release down her throat with a guttural groan.

“Is that enough reassurance for you?” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she gets herself up from the floor.

The case, Michales…

“Thursday.” I tuck my spent cock back into my pants. “Your apartment. Eight p.m.. I expect you and Harper to be there.”

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FORTY-ONE

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