Fail-Deadly

It took all of Heather’s will power not to leap up with joy right then and there. They had her. Hannah had willingly and comprehensively confessed to everything. But, she didn’t want Hannah to know that they’d caught her. She might try to run or evade arrest. Lisa might still go free, but Heather wanted it neat and tidy and all tied up, and for that to happen, Hannah had to be in prison. To do that though, they needed to get out of Hannah’s apartment, inconspicuously, which meant Heather couldn’t leave, cheering and skipping triumphantly. They had to let Hannah believe that she’d won instead.

“How could you?” Heather yelled, putting on her best angry voice, remembering how her mother would shout at her.

“I did it for my family,” Hannah replied coolly, glancing at Ashley beside her. She took a sip of her wine and looked back at Heather, her ocean blue eyes glistening and unwavering. “What wouldn’t you do for your family? For your father?”

Heather was slightly caught off guard by Hannah’s challenge. She hadn’t expected Ashley’s sister to bring up her father, though it made sense. On more than one occasion Heather had cockblocked Hannah where her father was concerned. And it was true, Heather might have done something similar, or worse, if she were trying to protect her father, the difference was that Heather would have had a better plan. She wouldn’t have left so much up to chance, or acted without understanding the consequences.

“I can see you’re unrepentant,” Heather said with a performed shrug. “Come on Ash, I’ve heard all I need to hear. Come on.”

“So soon?” Hannah arched an eyebrow. “You aren’t going to try and convince me that there’s still goodness in my heart? Or that I should turn myself in?”

“No, I know a lost cause when I see one,” Heather said, waving at Ashley and turning towards the door.

Heather took a few steps to leave and Ashley made to follow, but Hannah threw out her arm to stop her little sister. Ashley paused and looked to Hannah, but the older blonde was entirely focused on Heather. The dark-haired cheer captain only moved a few paces before she looked back, wondering why Ashley wasn’t coming. When she saw Hannah’s arm blocking Ashley, she spun around to face the two blondes, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.

“You should stay just a little longer,” Hannah insisted, a gentle smile forming on her lips. “There’s something I’d like to talk about.”

“Like what exactly?” Heather asked with a half frown.

“Well, I had hoped that Ashley would just let the matter die. I knew that would be difficult for her, and it is unfortunate what happened to Lisa and Carlos, but it would have been easier for everyone involved.” Hannah slid her phone from her pocket, though her eyes never left Heather. “So, perhaps an incentive will keep your mouths shut.”

“Who would we tell? And who would believe us?” Ashley laughed nervously, her eyes darting between Hannah and Heather. “We have no proof.”

Heath narrowed her eyes at Hannah. “What kind of incentive?”

“If it were me, and both of you are more like me than you’ll admit, I’d come back and get a second confession. And this time I’d be recording it, possibly on Ashley’s phone,” Hannah shrewdly theorised, her smile deepening to a grin as she looked upon the girl’s faces, the utter shock and terror of having been caught out in their scheme. “And, it might have worked, except I’ve prepared my own recording.

A few swipes on her phone had the video thrown to the nearby television in the living area. All three turned towards the screen as the first wet, sloppy sounds blasted from the speakers. The quality was rather grainy, but it was clear what was happening. On the screen, Heather knelt between her father’s legs, while Robert sat in his office chair. Her dark hair bounced as she bobbed her head up and down on his lap, taking the monster cock right to the back of her throat and then lifting her mouth off with a loud, hollow pop. As video Heather used her hands to coat his cock, now completely visible on the TV without Heather’s mouth in the way, she gasped and marvelled at the size of her father’s manhood.

‘Now this is a real cock. Seriously, you’re fucking huge, Daddy’.

Ashley turned away and had to thrown out a hand against the great glass pane wall to steady herself as her body went weak. She felt her head spinning and her stomach churn, the need to retch stuck in her throat as the image of Heather sucking on her father’s massive cock repeated over and over in her head, even as she looked away and closed her eyes. The very idea of it made her feel sick. How could Heather give her own father a blowjob and coo over his girth and length like it was nothing? And how could he allow her, the daughter he’d raised from birth, to do that?

Brandon and Madison, she could somewhat understand. Though it disgusted her, the twins always had a strange connection and Brandon, at least, had the excuse of his heartbreak with Ashley driving him to look for comfort in the one woman he could be sure would always have his back. But Heather had no such reasoning. There was nothing that Ashley knew or, and nothing she could imagine, that could possibly have been a good enough reason of Heather to think getting sexually involved with her own father was a good idea. Not Hannah dating Robert, nor Monica dating Robert, not even Zack possibly being her half-brother, nothing in Ashley’s mind made this perversion of the father-daughter bond permissible.

For Heather, it was a strange out of body experience to watch herself on the screen sucking her father’s cock. The webcam quality didn’t do it justice but even by this quality, Heather thought they looked good. But she always thought her father’s thick, long cock looked amazing. But seeing herself sucking it, talking dirty, deepthroating, stroking his shaft and his balls, listening to the way she made him grunt and groan, edging him closer and closer to climax, was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She felt a tingling between her legs as her pussy grew wet, her lack of panties allowing the liquid to flow directly over her thighs.

Unfortunately, there was no time to deal with that now. Heather looked around at Ashley, doubled over and leaning against the window while Hannah waited, patient and smug. The point of the video was obvious. Hannah knew all about Heather and her father’s incestuous activities and if they tried to expose her, she would expose them. Heather didn’t care much. It would ruin her life, but she could live with that. What she couldn’t live with was it destroying her father’s life; no one would dare do business with a man who fucked his own daughter. And even if the video didn’t show them fucking, once they saw the blow job, everyone would assume the rest.

“I was worried when you came to the office the next day that you’d figured it out, so I hijacked your father’s webcam to listen in,” Hannah explained, happily watching the video. “Lucky, because now you have a reason not to turn me in.”

“Mutually Assured Destruction,” Heather surmised, glaring at Hannah as she tried not to stare at herself on the screen. “That’s low, even for you.”

“You backed me into a corner. I’m just protecting myself, doing what I need to in order to survive,” Hannah insisted, shrugging slightly. “I’m not trying to be vindictive or hurtful, but I won’t let my life be wrecked just because of one silly mistake…”

“Mistake?” Heather scoffed, interrupting. “You were careless and irresponsible. You acted impulsively without ever thinking of how this would affect Lisa in the long term. And that’s the difference between us. You want to ruin my life over a consensual act of two adults that doesn’t hurt anyone, whereas you did hurt someone, Hannah. It’s either you or Lisa.”

“Well, now it’s either me and you, or Lisa,” Hannah quipped, flippant of Heather’s admonishment. “And before you go getting all self-sacrificing, I also have the audio of what happened next.”

“What happened next?” Ashley’s eyes went wide as she looked over at Heather, her face deathly pale. “You didn’t?”

“No,” Heather admitted, though she didn’t say how close they had come today. “She’s talking about Zack.”

“Zack?” Ashley looked back and forth between the two girls, **** and nearly deranged. “What about Zack?”

“This was yesterday, when Zack went to talk to his mother about who his father was. While Zack talked to his mother, I confronted my father…or, at least, I did, after this,” Heather looked back at the screen, watching herself sink her mouth onto her father’s cock, her hands clutching his thighs as she pivoted herself to take him deeper. An odd look of embarrassed pride formed on her face. “My dad didn’t know anything about it. Monica hadn’t told him. But I’m guessing there was enough that Hannah figured it out for herself.”

“Exactly,” Hannah said smugly. “So, you can let this go, or I go to Gregory Bishop and let him know that his pride and joy, the apple of his eye, his one and only son and heir is actually the bastard son of Robert Ravers and his wife.”

“You wouldn’t,” Ashley hissed, straightening up. “That’s not just MAD, that’s utterly counter-productive. You did this for me and Zack, and now you’re going to ruin his life too? You’re gonna render everything you did in vain.”

“That’s really up to you,” Hannah remarked wearily. “If you want to take me down, you’re going to have to destroy a lot of lives in the process. Or everyone says hush and only one or two lives need to be affected. I think those are pretty clear numbers.”

“Cut the greater good bullshit,” Heather growled as she looked away from the screen, to the older blonde woman. “Regardless of whatever twisted, ugly logic you want to use, the bottom line is that you’re a criminal and you’re blackmailing us to stay quiet.”

“Can you turn that off? We get the point,” Ashley interjected, not wanting to look around, the sounds from the television becoming louder and frantic as Heather on the screen picked up the pace, rapidly suffocating herself on her father’s large cock, striving to impale his long tool deeper, eager to make him cum down her pretty, tight throat.

“We’ll miss my favourite part, but okay.” Hannah swiped at her phone a few times again, this time making the video disappear from the screen. Looking over at Heather, she said, “I gotta say, your dad cums like a pro. How’d it taste?”

“It was easier to swallow than this crock of shit,” Hannah said simply, also wanting to spare Ashley the imagery.

“I’ll say. You really seemed to like it,” Hannah taunted her playfully, feeling quite assured in her position. “So, do we have a deal?”

Heather wanted to say, ‘fuck no’ and tell Hannah where she could stick her deal. But this, Heather realised, was why Hannah asked what the brunette wouldn’t do for her father. She knew the answer was anything and now she was putting that to the test. Even allegations of **** would bring the whole of Ravers Enterprises to its knees, and Hannah had actual video proof. Stocks would crash, and a lot of jobs would be lost to cover the margins. Her father would be **** out of the company and she would be prevented from taking over. They’d likely even be imprisoned, regardless of consent.

It went beyond just her father. In terms of family, Zack, the man who might be her brother, would have all of his dirty laundry aired in public for everyone to see. Monica, Gregory, Taylor. It wasn’t just Heather’s family who had a lot to lose if this video went public. And Ashley knew it too, looking at her best friend, panic-stricken and lost. But what could they do? It felt sickening to come this close, to have the confession recorded and still walk away having tasted defeat. Heather’s mind whirled, working overtime to think of a way to have her cake and eat it too.