Sarah's action

Things were quiet for the next days. Sarah was even more sullen and cold than usual, so Charlie and I finally decided we were going to have it out with her over the weekend. With only weeks until she would be going to school, we couldn't try and wait any longer for her to work it out her own. But before we could, the shit hit the fan in one of my other lives.

Ashley called Tom O'Malley late in the afternoon the day after the game, crying, telling him that he had to come to her house immediately. Now, nominally I was in Houston working at my business, and actually I was at the office (although today I was just playing some video games), but she was so distraught she had forgotten this and I could tell it was major, so I switched to Tom and teleported over. Ashley met me at the front door, unsurprised that I had arrived almost instantly, her eyes red from crying. She hugged me desperately, then led me into the living room, where I was surprised to find Sarah on the couch.

I immediately knew that whatever was going on must be Sarah's fault. I had told Ashley what she had tired at the game, and I was sure they were never going to speak again, so finding her here did not bode well. "What the hell did you do, Sarah?" I said icily, cutting right to the point. "I've decided that I was going the wrong way in my life," she said with false sincerity. "I've been a bad person and a bad friend, and I need to be better," she continued, despite it being obvious to everyone this was rehearsed and completely insincere. "You are doing such awful things to my good friend, Ashley. I can't sit back and do nothing! Wild orgies at your beach house, sex everywhere, threesomes with prostitutes" she listed off (I assume she meant Wendy for the last one). "How can I let such things continue?" she was piling it on thick, this obviously having been rehearsed. I sat down and gestured Ashley to sit next to me. I pulled her close and put her head on my shoulder and she buried her crying face in my shoulder. "I plan to go to the news and let them know everything you've been doing. I'm sure your investors won't want to be associated with such deviance, and then you'll have to let poor Ashley go."

"Tom, I'm so sorry, I never should have invited her to your place," Ashley cried. "This wouldn't have happened. I thought she was my f...f... friend!!" she said, before losing it and starting to cry again. "Go ahead," I told her. "We have nothing to hide."

"You're doing a good job of trying to be cool about this," Sarah put in, although I could tell she was slightly disturbed, as I was not reacting as she had expected. "I'm sure my parents and Ashley's would love to have all the dirty things you did to us. I'm sure her parents will let you keep dating once they here how you had a nice orgy with their daughter. You know, my dad is a high up in his company; I'm sure he could sick plenty of lawyers on you." I was boiling mad on the inside, but it's easy to ignore threats and maintain a veneer of calm when you've got my abilities, and when she's threatening to go to you for help attacking yourself. Not to mention, even if this didn't accidentally involve me from 2 different direction, Sarah didn't seem to realize just how pissed off her own family was with how she had been acting. "I bet you think I am joking. I'm not; Joanna told me everything I need to know to make this work. If I talk, you are going to be mired in the swamp forever."

I checked who Joanna was; turned out she was one of those kids I had seen Sarah with the night before. I got a quick dump of their relationship. Ever since my company hit the big time, Joanna, leader of the rich kids, had been after Sarah, gradually working her over, getting her used to the high life, holding out carrots for Sarah to earn, telling Sarah what she needed to do, giving her tips on how to milk things, but making her feel like crap if she objected or didn't follow through. It had been at her urging that Sarah had tried to use sex on her father, and when that had appeared to not work and eventually ended in a 'used piece of junk', it had been under her lead that the entire group came down on Sarah, convincing her to try more **** things, that only then would she be worth hanging out with. I watched them belittling and berating her, getting her to do increasingly outrageous things as the summer progressed. They had been on her since last night, first spending the whole first half convincing her she had to make her initial play on Tom, then working her over with a frenzy of threats of leaving her behind to get her to do this. I was appalled at how I had missed this; the Sarah I saw in these memories was very different than the one I thought I had raised. I watched as in the space of little more than half a year she was broken down and built back up as an almost unrecognizable person.

"I don't think you're joking," I answered coming back to the moment. The fact I saw just how much she had been through didn't change what was going on now. "I also don't think you're planning to go to the news. You would be dragged through the mud just as much," I replied, trying to reason her down. Joanna had prepared her for this, though. "I'm moving out of state in a few weeks, no one there will know," she pointed out. "This is **** isn't it?" I replied, cutting past the bullshit Joanna had fed her. "You only get what you really want if I pay you not to go public. All you do if you go public is hurt me and Ashley."

"Alright, yep, **** it is," she said with an uncomfortable laugh, trying to pass it off and hoping I wouldn't notice the quaver in her voice. I saw the discomfort under it; she was committed but had to actively mimic Joanna. "What do you want?" I asked. "Don't pay her, Tom!" Ashley pleaded. "She can't prove anything."

"I don't have to prove anything," Sarah replied. "The publicity will still ruin him and his business," she stated. "I want a million up front and five thousand a month," she declared. "From what Ashley told me about you, you should be able to afford that. I've seen your house."

"That doesn't mean I have a million in cash lying around," I countered. "I'll give you a week. You have my number," she answered, getting up, thinking she was finished. My daughter left thinking she had me. She began shaking like a leaf once she was out of the house, and had trouble using her phone; she had to stop as soon as she was out of sight and take several deep breaths before she could could call Joanna to report. From Joanna's responses, it was clear she had done this exact thing before, and was walking Sarah through it (very very explicitly).

Ashley was still crying on my shoulder, apologizing for introducing Sarah to me. "She used to be such a good friend," she said dejectedly. "I don't know what happened to her. We were drifting apart all year, but I thought it was just that we were going to be going to college soon. After graduation it was like she became a different person; she was so angry all the time." That had been when she started hanging out with Joanna's crew a lot more; she hadn't been at Jason's house nearly as much as she had told us, and I had never thought to verify where she was. "Let's not worry about her right now. Are you ok? Do you need to cry some more?" I held her close and kissed her lightly on her forehead, her eyes, her nose. We cuddled like that for quite a long time as she finished crying herself out.

As we kissed and embraced, Ashley, already emotionally overwrought, became steadily more excited, her hands beginning to run down my back. Her parents weren't home right now (otherwise this wouldn't have been a good time for Sarah to pull this). "Tom, let's go to my room," she finally said after she was feeling better, pulling me along. "This is where we had our first time, remember?" She opened the door; the room was still the same teenage mess as before. "I remember you didn't think you were very sexually attractive," I replied, kissing her and beginning to unbutton her blouse as she sat on the bed. "I remember you thought your breasts were too small," I added, cupping and rubbing them. "I still do, but you like them... and you love me. And I love you," she put in, kissing me. As much as she wanted to, Ashley pulled away. "My parents will be home soon, we can't," she said dejectedly, starting to rebutton her shirt. I removed that concern, and she stopped and turned toward the bed, pulling me with her again. I looked into the big mirror over her dresser, remembering how I had let her watch me play with her.

I stopped her with a hand around her waist, my other hand reaching into her open blouse and pulling her bra out of the way so I could feel her directly. I turned her toward the mirror. "Do you remember watching in the mirror as I stroked your breasts?" She smiled and nodded, looking at my hand caressing her small breast in the mirror, my other hand rubbing her flat belly. "Do you remember that I took your bra off, and that I pinched your nipples like this?" I continued, doing as I said, exaggerating my motions for her to watch in the mirror. Ashley looked at her reflection in the mirror and watched me fondling her, leaning against me and breathing faster. I slipped one of my hands down her body, under the waist of her skirt. "I took your panties off and touched your pussy, and showed it to you, remember?" I said, as I pulled her panties out of the way, holding the skirt up with one hand, and spread her open, her inner pinkness reflecting back at her. She began whining a little as my finger slid into her hot pussy. "I told you that I was going to make love to you, and I was getting your hot pussy ready for my cock?" I put in, running my fingers up and down her slit, lightly penetrating her, as she humped back at my hands, her eyes lidded as she tried not to close them so she could watch the reflection.

"Oh god, Tom, I'm ready," she whined. I popped the button on her skirt and it dropped to the floor. "Look at yourself," I whispered in her ear as I put me fingers back inside her, penetrating her fully this time, stretching her wide. "You're getting finger-fucked," I said, thrusting into her harder. Then I stopped, pulling one of her hands off me and guiding it to her pussy. "Why don't you finger yourself, and we'll both watch," I suggested. She slipped a finger into her vagina, grinning sheepishly at the mirror; this was the first time I had seen her play with herself. I put both my hands over her breasts and began massaging them as she tentatively felt herself. "Are you hot, Ashley?" I asked. She nodded, slack-jawed, now with her fingers inside her hot pussy, frigging herself as she watched her own digits appear and disappear inside her in the mirror."God, this is so dirty," she said. "Maybe Sarah is right and I'm being taken advantage of by a nasty man," she added, but I could see she was just trying to make something nice out of all this. "Fuck me, you nasty man. Fuck me hard and long and everywhere."

She bent over the bed, her head canted backwards so she could still look in the mirror, supporting herself with her arms on the bed. "Put your nasty cock in my sweet innocent little pussy," she said, spreading herself wide, underlining her invitation by wiggling her shapely ass. I reached down and carefully lined myself up to her, careful to give her a good show in the mirror as I probed her lower lips with my tip, and slid my cock into her. Her pussy gripped my cock tightly as I entered her with exaggerated slowness, letting her savor watching her lips open and my cock gradually disappear inside of her in the mirror image. When I was fully in her she sighed softly and moved her ass, trying to get just a bit more, even though she could see there was none. "Don't move, I just want to feel you in me." I didn't move, and she slowly ground back on me, one leg up on my shoulder so she could watch herself on me. "Look at the nasty man fucking you in the mirror," I said. She giggled softly. "I feel like a voyeur, watching myself get fucked, " she commented. She wiggled her ass, laughing at the image of herself as her pussy stretched around me.

"Why aren't you fucking me? Don't you like me?" she asked coquettishly. I pulled out and pushed back into her, slower than normal as she kept watching, then began to speed up. Ashley grunted as my cock drove into her, pushing back at me, trying to turn and thrust in a way that would look best in the mirror, but having a bit of trouble with the reversal of directions, not the I minded her squirming on me. "Oh yeah, do it hard to me, nasty man, do it real hard." I couldn't take it anymore and went at it as hard as we could, grabbing Ashley's hips and holding onto her upraised leg so she wouldn't fall and slamming my cock into her hard and fast. She kept trying to look in the mirror but we were going too fast, and at last she gave up and just lost herself in the sensations. I arranged for their to be a recording of this from the mirror's perspective; she would find it on her computer later (given what was going on, I made sure she knew that no one but her could see it, even if she played it right in front of them). Ashley was climaxing, her squeals of delight ringing through the room and the house (we had neglected to close the door) and convulsions rippling through her body. I was shooting into her, driving her into the bed. She manged to somewhat watch in the mirror as my cock pulsed and my cream came out of her around it. Ashley fell forward off of me and onto the bed, and I lay down beside her.

As soon as I was on the bed, Ashley rolled over and spread her thighs. Far from tired, she was energized. "Do me again, nasty man," she said. "I'm a dirty, nasty little slut, and I want a hard cock in my slut pussy," she said, trying to play the part as she reached down and finger banged herself, but she couldn't hold it and started to giggle. Working hard at keeping a straight face and trying to sound tough, she she tried again. "Stick your cock in me!!!" she demanded, pulling her lips apart and thrusting herself at me. I rolled atop her and kissed her deeply, caressing her breasts I took one of her small breasts into my mouth and sucked. "I said fuck me," she tried one more time, grabbing my cock blindly and pulling on me. "I don't want any more games. I just want you to show me that you love me," she finally said, giving up the part.

We remained locked in an embrace, kissing, and then she moved her hips slightly and I simply sank into her, my cock sliding into her without either of us trying. I slowly pulled about halfway out, and equally slowly reentered, setting up a languid rhythm, our hips barely moving, our mouths remaining locked, our arms wrapped around each other, bodies pressed together tightly. We kept this up for quite some time (it was a good thing I had kept Ashley's parents away or they definitely would have walked in to the sight of their daughter and her boyfriend on her bed through the still open door). Ashley and I fucked quietly, increasing our pace only gradually, and after a long while Ashley's legs wound themselves around my back, pulling on me. "Now," she whispered to me, and I sped up, driving my cock deep into her as she pushed back at me and pulled with her legs. I made long, smooth strokes, pulling out each time to come back harder and faster, almost but never quite coming out of her. She urged me on, demanding short, rapid strokes, and I drove into her again and again, continuing through her orgasm as she clamped and crushed me deliciously, driving into her through one peak, then another before I stroked into her one last time and shot into her, driving her up the peak one final time.

We lay locked together for a long time afterward, enjoying the afterglow, then lay side by side for a while before anyone spoke. The sex was good, but it hadn't completely taken Ashley's mind off what had happened. "I know you have a lot of money and all that, but can you really afford to give Sarah a million dollars?" she asked skeptically. "If I wanted to I could manage it, barely, but don't worry. She's not going to get her million and she's not going to ever bother you again," I told her. "What are you going to do?" she asked, never doubting me for a second. "Your parents will be home soon, I'll tell you about it later," I replied, grabbing my clothes and getting dressed. With one last kiss, I was gone, leaving her lying naked on the bed. I made sure to close the bedroom door on the way out.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil