Half-truth: I'm being blackmailed and didn't know it was you

You lie "I-'m just as shocked as you. You see, this is so embarrassing, Ashley, I'm being blackmailed. Someone ordered me to come here. I had no idea it was you. I'm so ashamed." You decide to twist the situation and increase the level of shock in your voice. "Wait, what are you doing at a glory hole? Is this person...is he blackmailing you, too?"

Ashley's quiet for a moment as she processes the situation. She starts to sob. "Yes, Daddy. He hacked my computer and found pictures. He threatened to show you and Mom." She stops covering herself and wraps her arms around your neck. She buries her face in your chest as the tears drip on your shirt. You cradle her and run your hand through her hand. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry you had to..." she pauses before **** out "fuck me. I feel awful. He made me a slut. All of the things I've been doing were because of him."

"He's made me do some bad things, too. Why don't we get you cleaned up and go home? Now that we know the situation we can work through this together?"

"Should we tell Mom? Or the police?"

"Babygirl, let's just say I haven't been the most honest person. I've been embezzling from work, so we're actually rather wealthy, but if we go to the police I'll end up in prison. If we tell your Mom it'll break her heart. I'm afraid we're in this together."

She wipes her eyes, "How wealthy?"

"A couple million. You'll never be uncomfortable in life, but if we go to the police I'll be in jail and you'll be poor. Do you understand the situation?"

"We're millionaires?" Suddenly her sobbing has stopped and she seems to have forgotten she's naked. You swear you can see dollar signs in her eyes.

"Yes, but only if we find a way to get out from under the blackmailer. Let's talk at home."

Ashley leaves your booth and goes to get dressed. You let her leave on her own and sit in silence in your booth. A sense of dread settles in your stomach as you realize the blackmailer likely knows what just happened. The blackmailer always knows. Eventually, you convince yourself to get up and go home to face the music.

When you arrive at home Ashley is already in her bedroom. You head straight to the office and open your email account. Sure enough, there's an email waiting for you.

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