Yes, but with a request

She remained silent for a few minutes and looked down at her phone. Nicole huffed finally and looked up to Sam and nodded. "I have a request before I agree to this. If I do this, what's to say you won't send the videos? Will you delete them?"

"Absolutely not, no. I won't delete them. You will have to take my word for it. But have I done anything to make it seem like I wanted to hurt you? Everything we did, we did because part of YOU wanted to do them. I just gave you an outlet. So, the answer is no. I won't delete the videos." His response was immediate and delivered as if it was practiced. Was this some type of entrapment?

"Then how do I know you won't just keep blackmailing me in the future?" she asked and her brows furrowed.

"Tell you what; you play soccer, right? What if I made a donation to the team, a generous one... As an act of good faith. When do you graduate?" he asked and raised his brow.

Nicole paused a moment before she cleared her throat. "Next year."

"So, what if over the summer break this year, I pay for a program for you and your team to better hone your skills? A few weeks in a massive training camp, all expenses paid for you and your team." Sam smiled and cocked his head to the side again.

It was tempting, it was. She loved soccer. She was good at soccer... But what about her coach? What happened with him... made it complicated. "What about my coach? I sucked him off, and had it recorded, remember?"

"What if I helped there too? Made him an offer he couldn't refuse?" he said half impersonating the 'Godfather.' Sam could sense her hesitation.

"I don't know, Sam..." she whispered and frowned. "I... don't know how to respond to any of this."

"Well, I could send him the video and let him use it against you?" he said with a chuckle.

Nicole offered another sigh. "Don't, Sam. If... if you do that for the team, if you give us whatever we need... I'll do this for you tonight," she said and huffed. This was something she hadn't expected. She was kicking herself for letting her lust cloud better judgement and she was paying for it dearly now. "I have to let my parents know I'm fine," she said after a moment.

"I texted them for you," he said with a smile. "They know you are at a friends house and will be for the next day or two as you are attempting to secure a grant for your team by a digital advertising firm. This firm may even donate to the school, in your name for your team."

Her heart was in her throat. "What? You texted my parents?" she asked and her eyes widened. She couldn't have heard that correctly. Forget what he said about the donations to the school...

"On your phone as you of course, dummy. Actually," he said and snatched her phone back from her. "Let me hold on to this for the evening." He laughed and crossed his arms. "So, you are in. Great. Lose the nightie and follow me downstairs. We will get you some food, get you cleaned up and get you ready for the evening. We do have a few hours to kill."

It took a moment but Nicole shook her head. "Okay, I'll do it. But I can stay up here until the party, have food brought to me and then have whoever you are gonna send to fix up my hair or whatever the fuck up here... All of it up here. I get a mask that covers my face and no one can tell it's me. My team gets whatever equipment we need and an all expense paid training camps this summer. Do this, and I will abide by the rules from yesterday..."

Sam smiled widely. "Deal, but you asking all of this is steep. Be prepared for the evening, Nicole," he said softly. With that, Sam turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving the door open. "This stays open and lose the nightie or deals off!" he called out as he vanished into the house somewhere.

She felt she was in so deep, how else could this get any worse?