Risky Business

Ashley returned to the living room, a frown set upon her face. She found Chloe where she’d left her, sitting on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the television screen, but her gaze was distant and ponderous. The cheerleader could see that Chloe was clearly lost in thought, and considered whether she wanted to interrupt. As much as Ashley had been through on this rollercoaster with her sister, Chloe had been on a bumpy ride too, dating Hannah and then finding out that the woman she was falling for had framed Lisa, and now that her father was getting involved; Ashley wasn’t sure there was anything she could say to sympathize or empathize.

A doorbell shook both girls from their thoughts. Chloe looked to the door, but Ashley was on her feet, and made a beeline to open it, trying to look like she hadn’t stopped and watched the pensive red-head.

“I’ll get it,” she called out as she reached for the door handle.

She wasn’t even thinking of who it could be. Ashley was unaware that Trent was on his way to the cabin for his planned meet-up with Madison. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she imagined that, by some miracle, her contact had managed to get into town earlier than expected. It was a long shot, but not impossible. Excitement and anticipation swelled up inside the teen as she opened the door and stood face to face with the man on the other side. It was not her contact, nor was it Trent, but Robert Ravers, alone.

The business man, dressed in a full suit and tie, stepped into the cabin, his cabin, as Ashley stood aside, slightly dumb struck by his appearance. It wasn’t just that Robert was there, since it was his property, so it really couldn’t be that much of a surprise, but since last night, Ashley looked at Heather’s father in a whole new light. Part of her was impressed, knowing that such a large, thick piece of manhood sat between his legs, but as nice as that might be, she couldn’t separate that sizable dick from the imagine of it sliding in and out of Heather’s lips. Even though Ashley had barely looked, turning away, she could still remember the sounds of the daughter slurping all over her father’s cock, and the pleasurable grunts that Robert offered in return.

“Muh-Mr. Ravers…” Ashley stammered out, unsure of what exactly she wanted to say to him. She was curious why he had come, but she was so sickened by what he and his daughter were doing that she struggled not to simply admonish and shout at him where he stood, though there was no reason for him to listen to her of all people.

“Daddy!” came another voice, out of the blue as it sped down the hall, so fast that Ashley couldn’t clearly see who it was, though she knew from the voice, and what it said, that it could be no one else than Heather Ravers, the aforementioned slurping daughter.

The dark-haired cheer captain leapt up, wrapping her arms around her father neck, mashing her body against his as she greeted him with a tight embrace. Robert’s hands were down, gripping his daughter’s waist, supporting the weight that hung from him now, and that’s where his hands stayed, conscious of his daughter’s friend’s watching them. After a moment he leaned forward slightly, gently lowering her feet to the floor.

“You came!” Heather cheered, unwrapping her arms from around his neck.

“Of course, I did,” Robert frowned at the obviousness of the statement as he took a step back, creating some space between them. “Now, what’s so urgent?”

“Heather,” Ashley said, drawing their attention as she moved closer to be seen, noticing Brandon watching from the other side of the room, and Kurt drifting in from the kitchen. “How is your dad here?”

“I wanted him to come meet me so that I could explain my plan to him, away from the office,” Heather said brightly, so ecstatic to see her father it felt that nothing could bring her down.

“I figured that much,” Ashley replied irritably. “But how did you get him to come here without alerting anyone?”

“Oh, that was actually kind of easy,” Heather chuckled to herself. “You see, when I was younger, and my parents divorced my dad would go to work and my mum turned into a horrible sow. When she became unbearable, I’d text my dad and tell him that ‘Brooke’s at it again’, and he’d never fail to come home and defuse the situation.”

“That’s a little unfair. Your mother only ever wanted the best for you. It’s only as you got older that you began to clash, and she really hated that you ran to me every time you fought,” Robert noted, curious about Ashley’s ‘alerting’ comment, but too busy contemplating that always being there for Heather may not have had the best effect on the young girl. But it had been so difficult to deny her knowing his daughter was in distress. “But I know that your mother has spin class this morning every week, so I thought it must have be some kind of emergency…”

“That was really reckless,” Ashley turned to Heather, seeing the father and daughter together in the same place making her blood boil, her tone angrier than she wanted to admit. “What if Hannah is listening in to your father’s phone? What if she checks out where your mother is and finds out she’s not with you? You may have just ruined anything.”

“Weren’t you the one that was upset with me for not doing anything? And now that I am, you’re still mad?” Heather grimaced and shook her head. “Besides, I already talked to my mum and caused an argument as a cover story.”

“You caused an argument?” Kurt chuckled from the kitchen door. “About what?”

“I’d been holding off telling her that I didn’t want to go to university,” Heather explained, grinning and looking up at her dad. “I told her I wanted to stay here and learn the family business.”

“Heather, you’re going to college,” her father said strictly.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” Heather threw up her arms in mock surrender, though the smile never left her face. “See, conflict and resolution, a perfect alibi, and so long as Hannah keeps her job, she has no reason to suspect that I told my dad anything.”

“You utter bitch. You really could have ruined everything,” Ashley shook her head, her breathing uneven with anger. “What happened to collaborating our plans like Zack said?”

“What happened to waiting for Zack’s response before we did anything?” Heather shot back, the smile finally fading. “This isn’t even my plan. This is just getting my dad here so I can tell him my plan.”

“Girls, girls, simmer down. Won’t someone tell me why Hannah would be bugging my phone and why I wouldn’t fire her just for that?” Robert glanced between the blonde and brunette cheerleaders, his eyes resting on his daughter as he asked, “And why does she seem so angry with us?”

“Probably because she knows about what we’re doing together,” Heather told him casually, clarifying, “you know, the sex stuff.”

“What?! Heather! I…we…” Robert looked around the room in panic, but the trepidation became confusion as he saw all the faces looking back at him, unsurprised. All of them knew about what had happened. He turned back to his daughter, fury rising at being outed without his permission. “Heather, what the fuck did you do?”

“'I' didn’t do the fuck anything,” Heather insisted, pouting. “That was Hannah as well, and why I called you here. Come on, I’ll explain everything in private.” She reached out and grabbed his hand, before proceeding back to her room, only pausing on her way out to ask, “Can someone get Zack for me? I might need him too.”

“He already left,” Chloe answered from the couch. “To speak to his mum, he said.”

“Oh, okay, thanks. I guess that’ll have to wait,” Heather pondered aloud, and upon seeing her father’s confusion deepening, she added. “I’ll explain that too.”

Robert didn’t reply, he simply followed his daughter, stupefied, to the lake side bedroom, out of sight and ear from the others. Once they were gone, Ashley breathed and relaxed, though her mind was still heavy, and her stomach was still in knots, just thinking about how close they may have just come to being dead in the water before they’d even begun to swim.

“I can’t believe her,” Ashley growled to no-one in particular.

“It was absolutely mad,” Kurt agreed, still chuckling. “But maybe it paid off?”

“I think if we’d been made, we’d know about it by now,” Chloe remarked, looking back at the television, not even sure what was on, but thinking of the news report from earlier. “Local billionaire business man's sex tape with daughter would be channel stopping news.”

“That’s no excuse,” Ashley huffed, and folded her arms over her chest.

“I don’t really see what other choice she had,” Kurt argued, his eyes narrowing.

Before another argument could break out, and Trent could arrive, Brandon stepped forward, and spoke to Ashley, just as she began to open her mouth.

“Ash, can I have a word?” he said, nodding his head towards the dining area. “There’s something I want your help with.”

Ashley glared at Kurt for a moment, before agreeing, walking towards Brandon as said, “Fine, but fair warning, you’re not catching me in the best of moods, so you better need help re-homing puppies or eating a world record amount of ice cream because I swear I’m going to kill someone if I get any more bad news.”