Nighttime

Alice blinked as she sat up, a yawn spilling from her lips. She raised her eyebrows at the sound of the vibration of her mobile phone, grasping it in a haste.

One New Text Message from 212-284-5790

Hi, Alice. It’s me, Mr. Wyndham. I presume you still want your father to have this job, correct?

The teen gulped, licking her lips as she rubbed her thighs against each other to relieve herself as she remembered their previous meeting.

Yes, I do, Mr. Wyndham. How did you get this number?

No need to worry about that Alice. Anyways, if you really want your father to have this job, I expect a picture of your breasts within the next five minutes.

Alice let out a gasp, grinding her clothed mound against the bed once more. Her mother and father always warned her to not spread any pictures of her “kitten” or her “mosquito bites” to anyone. But now.. she had to, or else father would be endlessly searching for another job. She bit her lip as she sat pondering how she could give him a sexy pic, before changing into a red sweater of hers and slowly pulling it down, all while videotaping the scene.

Mm.. You’re so delectable, Alice. You said you really wanted your father to get the job?

Of course, Mr. Wyndham.

Then come to 8000 Livingston Street. I want you to show me how badly your father needs this job.

Before the shocked teenager had a chance to respond, she heard a knock on the door.

Author’s Note: I encourage you all to write chapters! Even if you aren’t so sure about it, your effort will be appreciated. And besides, no one can be a worse writer than me!