She gives the whole story

Riley took another deep breath, glancing sideways at her mom to gauge if this “cool mom” act was about to crack. Julia kept her eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, expression deliberately neutral—like she was listening to a story about a math test instead of her daughter’s budding sexting session with a man who was using Julia’s own betrayal to reel the girl in.

“Okay,” Riley said slowly, exhaling. “So… he started with the uniform thing. Said it looked way too good on me, skirt just short enough to be dangerous. I called him a pervert and he just owned it—said he was guilty, but only because it was on the right girl. Then he asked what I’m into. I said tall guys, tattoos, older ones who know what they’re doing. He flipped it back, said he likes confident girls who say what they want. Kept circling back to how I walk, how the skirt hugs my hips, how the blouse clings when I move. It was… specific. Hot. Not creepy-hot, just… confident-hot.”

Julia’s throat tightened, but she nodded once, encouraging. “Go on.”

Riley shifted in her seat, uniform skirt riding up slightly as she tucked one leg under her. “He asked about music, coffee, even what I’m wearing under the uniform. I teased him, didn’t give details, but he kept pushing in this smooth way—like he already knew he’d get them eventually. Said he’s picturing it now, looking forward to seeing the rest in person. Called me gorgeous, said don’t keep him waiting too long. All day, Mom. Every class, every break. Buzzing in my pocket like he’s right there.”

She paused, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with the thrill of it. “I’ve never had a guy talk to me like that. Not some fumbling idiot from school. He’s… different. Makes me feel like he’s already undressing me with his eyes, but in a way that’s kinda classy? I don’t know. It’s addictive.”

Julia swallowed the lump in her throat—the guilt, the sick arousal, the terror that she’d handed her daughter to the same man who’d **** his cock down her throat in his office and documented every degrading second of her fall. She **** her voice to stay even, casual, like this was just girl talk.

“So,” she said, flicking on the blinker to turn onto their street, “are you going to see him?”

Riley didn’t hesitate. She looked straight ahead, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face.

“Yeah. Definitely. If he’s even half as cool in person as he is over text…” She trailed off for a beat, then finished with blunt, unapologetic confidence. “I’ll fuck him that day.”

The words hung in the air between them—raw, unfiltered, no sugarcoating. Julia’s hands tightened on the wheel until her knuckles went white, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t lecture, didn’t react at all. She just nodded once, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Got it,” she said quietly. “Just… be safe, okay?”

Riley laughed—short, surprised, almost relieved. “Yeah, Mom. I will.”

The Urus rolled into the driveway. Julia killed the engine. Neither of them moved for a second, the silence thick with everything unsaid.

Riley unbuckled first, grabbing her backpack. “Thanks for the ride. And… for being cool about this.”

Julia managed a small smile. “Anytime.”

Riley hopped out, skirt swishing, already pulling her phone back out as she headed toward the front door—probably to text “Alex” again.

Julia sat alone in the car a moment longer, staring at the dashboard, the headmaster’s earlier message still glowing in her mind: Good job, you pass this trial slut. Wait for my next instruction.

She closed her eyes, took one long, shuddering breath, and tried not to think about what came next.