Five Minutes

"Five minutes. You have five minutes to explain to our daughter how this isn't her fault. After that - OUT!"

"Thank you, Melissa." You rush past your wife and up the stairs. You tap gently on the door. "Ashley, baby, can I come in?"

A trembling voice responds. "Y-yes, Daddy."

You open the door and your eyes widen. Ashley is still completely naked. She sits on the edge of her bed sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't kn-know Mom would come home. Now she'll never let me be with you."

You close the door and wrap your arms around her shaking body. "Shhhh, it's going to be okay, but we don't have a lot of time. Once I leave I'm going to need you to get dressed. You'll calm yourself down and go downstairs and apologize to your mother. Tell her you know this is all my fault and your mad at me."

She squeezes you and nuzzles into your neck. "But it isn't your fault Daddy. We did this together because of the blackmailer. At first, I was so mad at you, but the more I thought about the last week together...I want to be your babygirl, always."

Hearing her say that fills you with incredible happiness, but you need to stay focused. "Yes, that's true, but if you're going to get out of this house tonight you need to be angry in solidarity with your mother. Can you do that? Can you tell your mother I'm a piece of shit?"

She nods against your collar bone.

"Spend at least half an hour crying and bad mouthing me with her, okay? Then go get washed up in the bathroom. Wait two hours and come out of your room to tell her you need to get out of the house for an hour to see Cindy, because you need a friend more than anything right now. She might resist, but turn those babygirl tears back on if she does. She'll give in. Once she does, come meet me in the parking lot of Dan's Adult World. Park your car around back."

"The porn shop? Daddy, that doesn't seem appropriate."

"It's just a safe meeting place, Ash. It's one of the last places your mom will think to look for you. I'll be parked out front in an old blue hatchback car, a Chevy Citation, with Ohio plates on it."

You feel her hand on your crotch. It squeezes your semi-hard cock through your pants. "Daddy, you have so many secrets. It's exciting."

You groan and look at the clock. You're coming up on five minutes. You reluctantly push her hand away. "Ashley, please, let me know you understand what to do."

She leans back and wipes the her wet face with her arm. "S-Sorry Daddy. Yes, I understand. Be nice to Mom. Tell her I'm going to see Cindy. Cry if I need to. Meet you at the porno shop in a car you never told us you had."

You stand up. "Good. I'll see you in three hours. Oh, and don't bring anything except your passport."

"Daddy, wait," she stands up and practically jumps on top of you. Her lips press against yours and you can't help but hungrily meet it. Your tongues wrestle between **** moans. Suddenly, Ashley breaks the kiss. She smiles at you and slaps you across the face. You're stunned. "Get the fuck out!" She yells with a wink. "I never want to see you again!" And then she leans in and continues the eager kiss. This time you break it. "Ashley! Please! I'm sorry!"

Ashley picks up a book off her desk and throws it at the wall. She mouths "go" before yelling "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

You do as she says. As you're stepping through the threshold you feel her hand grab your ass in reassurance. The door slams behind you. She gives one last "ASSHOLE!" through the closed door. You make a note to "punish her" later for back talking to you.

You walk down the stairs to find Melissa standing by the door with her arms crossed. "I need time to think about the next steps," she says. "I'll call you when I'm ready."

You don't say a word trying your best to appear sad and broken while exiting the house.

You use the two hours after leaving the house to make arrangements for leaving the country with Ashley. You've been preparing for this day for years but it was always a solo escape. Adding Ashley to the mix is going to be costly.

You drive your car out to an old scrapyard on the outskirts of town. You take the plates and walk half a mile down the street to the bus stop. You toss the plates in a trash bin and hop on the bus. You take the bus to a storage facility five miles down the road. Inside your storage space is the 1981 Chevrolet Citation with Ohio plates. In the trunk is a bug out bag with clothes, your passport, and a burner phone. You make a call and explain you'll need a 'broken flight' to Los Angeles for two - one male, 38, one female, 18. Starter names 'John Doe' and 'Ashley Doe'."

A voice on the other end of the phone says "Understood." There's some typing before it continues, "You're booked on the 10:05 p.m. to Boston with a four-hour layover in Dallas. We've credited your account." Another pause. "During your layover please visit the Sky Lounge? I went ahead and made reservations."

-CLICK-

Your heart races. You still weren't confident in this service but it was your only choice. According to your contact, they set up the flight to a fake destination. During the layover, you meet a courier and swap tickets for your actual destination. The courier continues your fake flight and you take your actual flight. It's an efficient system because identities are only checked before entry into the terminal and not at the gates. Any investigations will show you finished in Boston and not LAX. Hopefully, the assumption will be that you jumped the border to Canada while you'll actually be soaking up the sun in Mexico.

Plan in motion you drive your junky old car to Dan's Adult World and wait for Ashley.