You guessed it…mostly.

“I was going to confront you, then you’d confess and I’d show mom and dad what an idiots they’d been and they’d be done with you, or call the cops, or something.” Fucking idiot. I thought I taught her better than that. Diamond muttered. Asa added, Uh, that sounds like bullshit to me and where’s the SP gain?

Which was a good point. I stepped forward again, looking down at her. “Bullshit.”

“W-what?” she stuttered, looking up at me and quivering.

“That’s not the entire plan. You aren’t an idiot. You can’t be, not with Diamond as a mom. The plan wasn’t really ‘confront him and he’ll confess, and not notice you’re recording him.’ Especially on an old recorder like this, that doesn’t even connect to the cloud. When the ex-cop,” I waved at myself, “you were trying this on spotted it, there would be nothing to stop him from taking it away from you. Your phone would be a million times less suspicious and automatically upload it to the cloud, so even if you lost your phone, you’d still have the recording. Try again. A little more honestly this time.” She tried to lower her head to break eye contact, but I snapped, “Look me in the eyes.”

“Is that part of it? Whatever you’re doing to them?” Despite her question, her eyes had already risen to lock with mine. +3 SP (Romy: +52 SP) I’ll take care of that. Diamond said in the background.

Hang on, how was she suspecting me at all, wasn’t Just the Help supposed to keep this sort of thing from happ--oh, she might not have suspected I was actually responsible, rather than just the help, until she became a target, then everything would snap over, as it only effected non-targets…shit.

I laughed. “Without admitting I’m doing anything which would violate the NDA, no, looking me in the eyes is nothing but common courtesy. Now, answer me.”

“I-I-I-okay, I didn’t really think confronting you would make you confess. I figured that you’d use whatever you used on my parents on me too. But I’d have recordings.” +1 SP (Romy: +53). A chorus of snorts met that over the phone, even though, technically, she was exactly right.

“Which you decided to do, alone, with a device that recorded locally? Not a wire with someone on the other end who could help if I was actually a bad guy. While dressed like a slut? Be a little more honest, Romy.”

She was clearly trying to come up with a reason, “I…you’re a cop, I figured you’d be able to spot a wire…” No points. No points. Asa said it as well. Search her. Diamond ordered sharply, even angrier than she’d been before for some reason. I guess Romy’s checkpoint options may not have been flattering for her…

“Well, then, you won’t mind if I search you.” I said, making it a statement.

“I--”

“Hands on the wall.”

She moved instantly. +1 SP (Romy: +54)

“Legs apart,” I tapped her inside ankle with my foot and her legs immediately moved as far apart as they could without splitting her dress, or causing it to pop up over her ass. +2 SP (Romy: +56)

“Not that far. Shoulder width. This is a search, not a prelude to me putting you in the wheelbarrow position and fucking you.”

Her lighter skin flushed dark as she blushed and her legs came back together to the right distance. +5 SP (Romy: +61)

“It’s not like I’ve ever gotten searched before!” she said indignantly. Or even know what wheelbarrow position is. Asa teased. Hopefully. Diamond added.

I kept myself mostly professional, not touching her long, bare legs, which couldn’t possibly conceal anything, merely skimming my hands along her torso, checking carefully between her breasts, down over her flat stomach, along and between her ass cheeks and over the mound of her cunt.

She moaned, eyes closed as my hands gently touched her. “No wire.”

She blinked for a moment, “Uh--I told you so.”

“Also no bra, or panties.”

“I-I-I-” Slut! Diamond muttered. Nice. Asa said at the same time. Go after what you want! She continued.

“Let me tell you what I see. I see a girl who has come to the house of the man she believes is her mother’s lover,” she made a face at both ‘believe’ and ‘lover’ but I continued, “dressed in a sexy outfit, wearing no bra, or panties and challenging him to prove that the changes in her mother’s behavior are because of magic, not sex, with an easily found recording device. Do you know what that sounds like to me?”

“What?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Bait.”

She looked up at me, through her eyelashes, breathing out and pushing her ass back towards me, arching presenting herself to me as her legs spread further again. “Are you going to take it?”