Yes, and he has an idea

"I assume," I say, pulling the used condom off my cock, "he's gonna blackmail you?"

"That's...a strong word," Bethany says, beginning to dress. "But, yeah... If I want to avoid that video going to our parents or--even worse--online..." She shudders. "I don't know what he'll ask me to do, but it won't be pleasant."

I start dressing, too. "Do you have a plan?"

"...No. Not yet."

I think for a moment. "I just had an idea. I'll go talk to him right now. If it doesn't work, nothing will have been lost...I hope."

"I won't stop you." She stares at me, her black hair bedraggled, her T-shirt draped down to mid-thigh, looking small, scared, vulnerable. I want to give her a platonic hug. "Just come back afterwards and let me know."

"I will," I promise. I look down at the condom still dangling from my hand.

"Oh, let me take care of that," she says, taking it from me. "I'll make sure no one ever finds it."

"Thanks. Right...well...I'm off."

I walk down the hallway and find Steve sitting in his room. "Oh hey, man," he greets me.

I linger in the doorway. "I...guess I wanted to check that we're cool. You know, after..."

"Yeah, don't worry about a thing. I made sure your face doesn't show at all. No one'll know it was you."

"I appreciate that." I take a deep breath. "So, uh, you don't mind me...sleeping with Bethany?"

"Honestly, can't even say I'm shocked. I've seen how you looked at her. I'm a little surprised she was happy to fuck back, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste." He grins at me in jest.

"So...this video. You're planning to coerce your sister with it? Don't you think that's a little shitty?"

"Oh, definitely," he says unashamedly, "I have to grab what leverage I can. I mean, you've been around. You've seen what she's managed to hold over me before."

"...Yeah." I recall a few incidents from the past, when we were younger. "So is it fair to say this is more business than personal?"

"Eh, half-and-half. Why do you ask?"

"Because I have a business proposition," I respond, pulling out my wallet. "You might remember Bethany mentioning a card." I hand him the writ. "It's totally real. I got it from the Bureau of Sexual Services. You're welcome to call them if you want to verify that it works."

He scans through the fine print on both sides. "So...with this, you can ask any girl to fuck you and they have to say 'yes'?"

"Yeah, if they don't want to go to jail. And I'm willing to give it to you...if you erase that video."

Steve looks at me with new eyes. "Fuck me," he says softly. "You have the power to screw whoever you want, and you're willing to hand it over...for that? You must really care for my sister."

"I...do. So, do we have a deal?"