Threats, and a gloating son.

Mick's cock quickly softened and fell out of your open mouth. You stared dumbfounded at Junior who stepped inside the room and let the door shut behind him.

"Does mom know about this dad?" Junior asked enjoying the man visibly squirming.

"I caught her stealing. This was her way of reimbursing me for the stock she took!" Mick protested.

"I bet mom didn't agree to this payment plan right? I mean community property is a 50/50 in this state I think."

The color quickly drained from Mick's face at his son's statement. Community property doesn't mean a damn thing outside of divorce court after all.

"Of course not, Junior! I'm just having a little fun," he begged.

"Go get me all the proof right now and don't forget to wipe it off your 'puter afterward," Junior growled as his father rushed out the door. In the meantime, Junior stared down at you leering as his eyes studied your half-naked body.

"Aren't you a heavenly sight, Halle. You look absolutely stunning on your knees," he said as he reached down and stroked your hair. You just closed your eyes and said nothing wishing you could just disappear. Less than five minutes later, you hear the door open.

"There's the video," Mick huffed holding out a device. "It's all on that flash drive."

"Did you delete it off the computer drive?"

"Yes. I did! Don't tell your mother please," he begged his son. You open your eyes to see both men ignoring you as they talk. Junior nodded and took his dad's cell phone, played with it for a minute, and handed it back.

"Your video is gone. Go home. If you behave yourself, mom will never hear about this. I'll check the computer before I leave too. You can consider yourself on probation."

"What about her?" Mick asked staring down at you still licking his lips.

"She isn't your concern anymore Pops. Forget about all of this and if you're lucky, I'll forget to tell mom what I saw," Junior replied with a stern look on his face. Mick knew when he was beaten. He looked down at you one last time longingly before he turned and left.

"Ummm, thanks?" you offer in Junior's direction hoping this was all over but doubting it all the same.

"Don't thank me yet, Halle. Let's make a deal," he replied with the smile of a man that knew he was holding a full house against a pair of twos. He turned and opened the door.

"I'll meet you out in the dining area in about five and we can work something out. Dad was right about it being theft. There's a bill of some sort due here, sugartits."

You wince at the lewd nickname and say nothing as he walks out the door. You take a moment at the sink to throw your shirt on and fix your hair. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, you think as you open the door. At least with old man Mick ED was a possibility. You shake your head and walk out to face the music.