terms offered and accepted.

You walk down the hall and out into the dining area. You see Junior sitting at the bar watching you carefully.

"Get me a beer would you, Halle?"

"Sure thing."

You walk to the cooler and grab a beer, happy to kill a few minutes as you wrack your mind trying to figure a way out of this. Junior wouldn't be the ugliest man you'd had sex with. College parties are wild after all, but you've done well until now making sure none of the guys here had cornered you. Now you've had Mick's cock in your mouth and can't see a way to keep his son out of you either. All this in just 6 frickin hours! Sex or jail is a pretty stark choice though, it has a way of making disgusting things more palatable. You pour the domestic into a glass and put it in front of Junior. He nods to you and starts patting the seat beside him. You walk around the bar, sit and wait for him to speak. No need to start an unpleasant conversation yourself.

"So Halle, looks like I have the upper hand for once," he says as he sips on his beer and watches your expression.

"I guess so," you shrug not seeing any reason to get cute or beat around the bush.

"I've already played with a few ideas," he admits. "I suspect you won't be happy whatever I come up with."

"Probably not. I've heard you and the guys in the break area. It's all about getting drunk, high or women," you offer, keeping your voice pretty level.

"Yep. That's what guys do, Halle. Life's all about drinking, eating, or sex. Dad's gonna be pretty mad at me though. I think you're the last female employee here that he hasn't fucked."

"Poor creepy papa. Should I send him an 'I'm sorry' card?"

Junior spits his drink out and starts laughing uncontrollably. You get up, grab a bar cloth, and start cleaning up.

"You have the smartest mouth in this whole dump girl," he chuckles. "But since I have the evidence, I'm in charge. I suspect you'll be a bit more pleasant now."

"Thanks but I wouldn't bet on it," you roll your eyes and put the rag up.

"Anyway. Are you ready to consider my deal?"

"I expect it'd have to be pretty bad to choose jail over," you sigh as you sit back down.

"Probably," he replies. "I've taken the liberty of adjusting your schedule. You are off tomorrow and have Monday night instead. Jean will get a call when I get home."

"Why?"

"Good question," Junior smiles. "I'm throwing a small get-together at my place tomorrow night for a few playoff games. I plan to have you there to serve us while we watch."

"Just serve you?" you ask getting mighty suspicious.

"Well here is the deal. You are going to show up at my place at noon ready to work. As your end of the bargain, you agree to do whatever I say from noon until 6 am. Then I'll give you the evidence and this is all over. If not, you'll be off tomorrow and we'll discuss the situation with the police."

"Who's going to be there?"

"Me of course, with Jack and Trevor rounding out the guest list. Just the three of us and our serving wench. . . that's you," he smirks.

"And what do you think is going to happen tomorrow night?"

"We'll see. Booze, sports, pot, and a woman sounds like the perfect party to me. I figure I have almost a full day to figure out the rest."

"And if I don't like the plan?"

"I call you an Uber at any point you demand to leave. If it's before 6 am, you may be seeing the police though."

"May be?"

"Who knows, perhaps we make a different deal before then. Why paint myself into a corner? So are you going to be there?"

You think it over. Trevor is a good kid but Jack is the diner super douche. You'd likely have agreed to a weekend orgy with Junior and Mick over partying five minutes with him. You look over and frown at your blackmailer.

"Too late to ask you to uninvite Junior I suppose? I mean I'd prefer literally anyone else there over him."

"Yeah. I wouldn't do it anyway. He's going to bring the weed. Ask yourself if tolerating him is better than dealing with your new cellmate if that helps."

You shiver at the thought of sitting in jail for a few days while friends scrape up bail. There really isn't a good alternative here.

"I'd say yes but you live way up at the lake. My bike isn't getting me there."

"I can drive by your place and you can grab a change of clothes," he meets your incredulous look with a calm one of his own. "I have a guest room. You can ignore me totally until noon, I'll give you your space."

"You win," you mutter as he watches you roll a bit of your hair between your fingers. It's a horrible nervous habit you haven't been able to break. "I guess it's that or blow $30 myself on a car."

"Well Jack lives near you. I could ask him to pick you up."

"Smartass," shaking your head as you give him an unfriendly look.

"OK," he gulps the rest of his drink down and puts it back in the sink. "Meet you at the car."

He stands, smiles, and walks out to the parking lot. You make one last circuit around the restaurant, locking everything up and making sure the alarm is set before you join him in the car. Neither of you says a word as he drives you home. Eventually, you arrive and he parks out in front of your apartment building. You climb out and he calls after you.

"Bring something cute or you'll be serving in your bra and panties, Halle."

You roll your eyes. You get in the apartment and your roomie is nowhere to be seen. She's likely out partying you figure, as you pack a quick bag. Five minutes later you're out the door again. You walk up to his idling four-door, toss your stuff in the back and hop in. The lake is a good 15-minute drive, so you'll have some time to imagine how bad the next couple of days are going to be. This so going to suck, you tell yourself and you watch the scenery fly by the window as the car carries you out of town.