Hand job

The temptation whispers in your mind to make her give herself to this boy you hardly know, but the protectiveness of being her father and also the jealousy of not wanting to share her win out. You tell her to do the one thing you can think of that would be the least violating.

You: "Offer him a hand job."

There's a long pause before she responds.

Ashley: "I don't know how."

You laugh as she continues to play innocent.

You: "I've seen your browser history. You know. Find some lube and milk him until he coats your hand. Don't do anything else. Once he's finished send him on his way, text me a photo of your his load, and clean yourself up."

Ashley: "Okay."

You write "good girl, have fun tomorrow" and close down the chat window.

-----THE NEXT DAY------

You do your best to focus on work until 2 p.m. when Ashley's school lets out each day. At that time you can't help but continuously flip between your work email account and your anonymous email account. Your assumption is that Paul will make his way over to your house right after school, so if everything goes according to plan Ashley should complete her task by 3 p.m. If it takes longer than that either Paul didn't go straight to your house or possibly something bad happened. You suddenly find yourself wondering if Paul would call the police out of concern for Ashley's well being? Or what if he's one of those silent types that no one ever suspects would do something horrible, but turns out to be a ****? What if she chickens out and doesn't go through with it? Will your blackmailer retaliate?

You try to shake the thoughts out of your head as the seconds tick on your desktop clock. You start to get extremely nervous at 3:05 p.m.

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