Bring Marcus in on the plan. And then practice your "harmless bimbo" routine, while Becky "plays" with him

You bounce excitedly on the sofa. "Oh! Oh! I just had the best idea ever!"

Becky looks up from her phone, eyebrows raised. "What's that?"

"We should totally bring Marcus in on the whole thing!" You gesture enthusiastically, making your breasts jiggle in the tiny apron. "Like, he could help us practice, and then you could, um... play with him while I do my harmless bimbo thing!"

Becky's expression shifts from curious to concerned. "Ashley, babe... I'm not sure that's—"

"It'll be perfect!" you interrupt, already pulling out your phone. "I'll just text him to come up and—"

"Wait, wait." Becky crosses the room and gently takes the phone from your hands. "Let's think about this for a second, okay?"

You pout, confused by her hesitation. "But why? Marcus is like, part of the family now and stuff. And he's really good at—"

"That's exactly the problem," Becky says carefully, sitting beside you on the sofa. "Marcus works for Daddy. If we tell him about the gala plan, what do you think he's going to do?"

You blink, trying to work through the logic with your simplified brain. "He'll... help us?"

"No, sweetie." Becky strokes your hair gently. "He'll tell Daddy. That's literally his job—protecting Daddy's interests. And Daddy explicitly said you're not allowed at that gala."

The realization hits you slowly, like honey dripping down glass. "Oh. Oh no."

"Yeah." Becky hands your phone back. "And even if Marcus didn't tell Daddy directly, he'd probably try to talk you out of it. Or suggest alternative plans. Or worse, he might tell Maria, and then we'd have a whole complicated thing."

You slump back against the sofa cushions, deflated. "I just thought it would be fun to practice with him here. You know, 'cause you could distract him and I could see if I'm doing the ditzy thing right."

Becky's expression softens. "I know you did, babe. And honestly? It's kind of sweet that you wanted to include him. But this has to stay between us, Maria, and maybe Matt if I decide to text him tonight."

"So no Marcus?" you ask sadly.

"No Marcus," Becky confirms. "At least not for this. We can still practice together though, just you and me. I'll pretend to be Mum, and you can show me your harmless bimbo routine."

You consider this, twirling a pigtail around your finger. "I guess that makes sense. I don't wanna get in trouble with Daddy before Friday even happens."

"Exactly." Becky stands and extends her hand. "Come on. Let's practice properly. I'll be extra critical, just like Mum would be."

18:50 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

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