Dean Mendes, a sleazy photographer

Fletcher let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes behind his thick glasses. “Target is Dean Mendes. Forty-six. A photographer who came to L.A. from New York a few years back. He has a reputation, but it’s really more notoriety than glitz and glamour. His M.O. is shooting amateur models, young women, and he has a way of getting them to go further in his shoots than they might intend to. The ladies go in thinking about a nice bikini shoot and come out with pictures of them getting pounded hard, sucking dick and getting utterly wrecked by Mendes’ homie and co-douchebag Jerome ‘B-Dog’ Briand. Really some porn shit, but high-quality. The girls are then met with a choice: coming back for more or the pictures will be all over the internet. Mendes is quite popular, so this means their reputation would be in shreds, which is how he gets them to come back. Of course, coming back only means that they dig themselves deeper into the hole… In the end he has them do several shoots and they end up doing all kinds of debauched shit. Regular hot chicks end up getting double-penetrated, gangbanged, bukkaked, all that. And of course it all ends with the pictures going online anyway…”

“Correct,” Nancy nodded, her eyes narrowing in fury in anticipation of what was about to come next.

“Mendes is a shady piece of shit, but careful enough to dodge anything law-related so far. Seems like the contracts he sets up with the women are pretty iron-clad and he has them dead to rights. Since he goes for amateurs, a lot of them don’t see coming what they are getting in to. And his wording is always careful so he doesn’t incriminate himself when he suggests further shoots…” Fletcher paused for a moment, glancing over at Nancy before continuing. “Izzy got a shoot as a present from some of her girlfriends who had no clue about all this. And why would they? They aren’t the target group of the content Mendes creates…”

“Right!” Nancy admitted, nonetheless feeling a bit of resentment towards Izzy’s friends. They didn’t know any better, had just thought they were giving her step-daughter a great birthday present for her 18th. But still, they had set all this in motion.

“Izzy went for the shoot. Mendes did his thing and her idea of a sexy photo session turned raunchy. Now he has pictures of her naked, sucking Briand’s dick and he wants more of her…” Fletcher shifted slightly in his seat. He couldn’t help it. Despite the seedy situation, the idea of Nancy’s hot, blonde step-daughter getting facefucked was appealing. Not that he’d ever tell Nancy that. “Izzy tried to solve the problem on her own, but no luck, so she ultimately came to you. Sadly, looking into it, it seems there is not enough dirt on Mendes to shut him down, so we can’t get him the clean way.”

“Correct,” Nancy nodded. She realized how tense she was and **** herself to relax, rolling her shoulders a little. She was still incredulous how Izzy had maneuvered herself into this pickle, but ultimately the teenager had always thought she was smarter than everyone else. That naïve, over-inflated confidence had made her an easy mark for a predator like Mendes. “So, what’s the plan?”

Fletcher smiled. “Well, the clean way is off the table, so we’re fighting a bit dirty. I set up an appointment for you with Mendes. He is awaiting you in five minutes at the penthouse suite for a shoot, thinking you are just some hot nurse hoping to spice up her Instagram account. You get in there, you get his trust, and once you get your shot you plug the USB-stick I gave you into his laptop. The fucker has it cut off from the net to store his pictures safely, so I can’t reach it. The program will do its work and wipe it all clean and I wipe the rest of his pictures from existence. You’re out of there and before he knows it he has nothing… All sorted!”

"Very good!" she nodded. "What's your job?"

"The stick will send me a signal when he deploys his program, which is my cue to get to work and clean Mendes' database online. A coordinated attack on two targets and before he knows it, his **** material is all gone..." Fletcher grinned, content with the simple effectiveness of the plan. "Additionally, there is a small panic button on the stick. You press that and I go get there to back you up ASAP!"

“Alright!” Content with Fletcher’s run-through of the situation, Nancy stood, feeling Fletcher’s eyes immediately draw to her booty. Ignoring him, she grabbed a fluffy white bathrobe and put it on, covering up her scantily-clad body before slipping the stick and the room key into her pocket. She then grabbed the small stack of papers she had printed out. The contract Mendes had sent her, requiring that she bring it along with her signature. It contained a shit-load of small print, banking on the fact that barely anyone read their contracts anymore before signing. She had read it and even with her knowledge she had to look hard to find the tricky passages. “Anything else before I leave?”

“You look gorgeous!”

“Keep it in your pants, Fletch!” she turned to the door, hesitating a moment before she opened it. She realized that her heart was racing. This was far less dangerous than a ton of things she had done in her life, be it as a cop, a soldier or a street thug in her youth, but the fact that Izzy was involved made it something else. She was nervous.

As she opened the door and stepped into the hallway, making her way to the elevator, Nancy wondered how far she would have to go before she could get her hands on Mendes’ laptop. While she hoped to get an early opening if he maybe stepped out to take a leak, she was well aware that it could go a lot longer. Chewing her lip as she pressed the elevator button, Nancy once more tried to come to terms with the fact that this job might require her to show more skin than Fletcher had just seen. Calming herself, she told herself that she could grab the camera and delete the pictures afterwards. Nonetheless, she dreaded what she’d have to do.

The things she did to protect Izzy…