Gathering Intelligence

“So. Tell me about your daughter.” you order Carrie. She sniffs.

“She’s, uh, 10 months younger than Charlie. Lee, Charlie’s father, was much hornier back in those days, but he had an accident and can’t get hard anymore.” Carrie says miserably.

“What’s her name?” you ask.

“Rachel.” Carrie answers.

“Okay. Does Charlie have any close female friends or a girlfriend?” you ask, thinking.

“Yes. A girlfriend. She’s a sweet girl named Amy.” Carrie says softly.

“Amy? I don’t think I know her.” you say, tapping your chin.

“Well, she’s not your kind of crowd. She’s a much more reserved, shy girl. Please don’t hurt her. Or Rachel.” Carrie begs.

“I’m sorry. You were never meant to get involved. I wanted Charlie alone to suffer, but you, Rachel, and Amy are the fastest ways to his pain.” you say. Carrie nods weakly.

“Now. I don’t care which, go seduce one of Charlie's close friends, maybe Fred or Chris? Take a picture of them squeezing your tits. Make sure to include their face.” you order Carrie. You kiss her again.

“Clean up first. And don’t be so miserable.” you say, and she tries to pep up. Meanwhile, you go to find Amy or Rachel. Lay some groundwork for Charlie’s pain. At school, you ask some of your informants, weaker kids who you keep safe in exchange for the occasional snack or piece of information. You find Rachel pretty quick.

“Hey. Are you Rachel Lewis?” you ask her, sitting across from her. She was a pretty blond, who sat alone at the back of the cafeteria.

“I am. Why?” Rachel asks suspiciously.

“My name’s Jon Smith. You see, I’m really struggling in math class. I could use a tutor, and I heard you were good with math?” you say, acting timid. Rachel beams at you.

“I’d love to help. Why don’t you come to my house for dinner? I can text you the address.” Rachel says, wiggling her phone. You quickly swap numbers, and she texts you an address, one you already know.

“Ok! Thanks, I can pay you...” you mock insist, but Rachel waves you off.

“Maybe we can watch a movie sometime.” Rachel smiles and you stand, and Charlie walks up to you, looking slightly terrified.

“Can we speak outside?” he asks timidly.

“Sure.” you say, and he leads you outside, in easy view of a teacher.

“Why were you talking to Rachel?” Charlie seethes.

“Regardless of what you believe, Charlie, not everything revolves around you. I’m going to flunk my math class if I don’t get help, and word in the hallway is that Rachel’s the best math tutor the school can offer.” you lie easily, and Charlie looks hesitant.

“Don’t you control my mom now?” Charlie asks.

“Yeah, but that was her own fault. I probably won’t use it too much.” you lie again.

“Oh... okay.” Charlie says.

“And besides, Rachel invited me to your house for tutoring. If there’s any shenanigans, you can stop it. Deal?” you smirk, and Charlie nods. This was going to be fun.