Trouble is next

Matt could hardly believe how his life had turned around. He'd lost his v-card, helped a pretty girl lose hers, had sex with a couple of MILFs including tit-fucking his huge-breasted Trig teacher, and now one of his girl friends was arranging threesomes for him. How sweet was that?

Which should have prepared him for the knock on the department store door--which was followed immediately by a crash.

"FBI, open up."

They could have said that before breaking down the door. Matt suspected Mr. Adams wouldn't be amused by the cost of replacing the door and that it would come out of their streaming tips.

The agents came pouring into the studio, weapons pointing and masks covering their faces.

"I'm just reaching for my phone to call my lawyer," Matt said before lowering his hand toward his pocket.

"Keep them high." The voice was male but a little shrill... as in excessive adrenaline had created a dangerous situation.

"No problem," Matt said. "Can I ask what you're doing here and to see your warrant."

"You can ask nothing," the FBI agent replied. "Are you Matt?"

"I am."

"You're under arrest for child pornography, for ****, and for unlawful use of internet services."

"This has to be a mistake. I haven't done any of those things."

"Don't tell me. It's an election year, buddy. And in election years, we go after perverts like you."

They shoved him against the wall, tossed his phone and wallet on the ground as they searched him, and then cuffed him and dragged him out to an unmarked black SUV.

Matt's mom, who'd arrived after they'd finished their cherry-smash stream, was waving her arms frantically but ineffectively. "What are you doing? Where are you taking my son."

"Shut up, lady, or we'll arrest you, too."

"Call my lawyer," Matt said. "His number is on my--" A nightstick in his back shut him up.

"You'll get your lawyer when we say you get a lawyer, punk," the agent said.

Matt tried and failed to wheeze out a protest. There was something about a nightstick in the small of his back that made it hard to do anything but collapse.

"I'm already on the phone with my dad," Tanya said. "He's pissed. He says we're more trouble than we're worth. I hope--"

"Shut up, girlie. We can arrest the lot of you if that's the way you want to play it."