How about a trap

(Thanks to ChingChangChong23 for suggesting this possibility)

"What about a trap," Tanya said.

"What do you mean?" Matt asked.

"So, we call Mrs. Fellers and tell her we need a meeting. And then we call your dad and tell him that we're accepting his deal... and he can stream his first show as a **** fantasy. That the woman fantasizes about being **** and...."

"And then he rapes her and she calls the cops and he's thrown in jail for the rest of his life," Cindi finished. "He deserves it."

They were talking about Matt's dad, but he couldn't disagree with them. He'd never been the greatest dad but he'd turned far worse over the past few months. He really did deserve to go to jail... for betraying his family, for blackmailing Matt, and for his desire to fuck his own daughter.

For a moment, the idea was tempting. Very tempting.

"Basically, we'd be **** Mrs. Fellers," he said. "And that's not happening. I had my chance to do that and I didn't."

"She wanted it," Tanya argued. "I saw her eyes. She was just teasing you, trying to get you to make your move."

"And if I had, she'd have me exactly where she wanted me... completely under her power. But even if she didn't, I'm not a **** and, when you get right down to it, if we tell dad to **** her, we're accessories at best. I'm not doing it. Right now, I'm leaning toward Karen's idea of shutting the whole operation down."

"We can't," Tanya reminded him. "My dad would come for us."

Would come for her, more to the point. Matt wasn't worried that some Hollywood Mafia types would waste their time tracking down a high school kid. He was worried that Tanya's dad would re-claim her... would demand his pound of flesh out of her pussy. And Tanya, despite her strength, was brittle and could break. Hell, he'd almost broken her that morning.

"Any other ideas?" he demanded.

The girls looked to each other, then back to him. Nobody said anything.

"Fine. I appreciate the creativity you've already put into this. We have some good, if unworkable, ideas. It seems to me that we have to put pieces of all of the ideas together."

"Like how?" Cindi demanded.

"Uh, no clue."

"That's not very helpful," Karen pointed out.

"Tell me about it. Why don't you girls go masturbate in the bathroom or whatever you girls do when you all head off there together--"

"We don't masturbate together in the bathroom," Cindi's voice rose until it was almost a scream. There weren't a lot of people in the Starbucks but those who were there definitely seemed intrigued.

"Really. Another boyhood fantasy crushed."

Cindi giggled. "I guess if Tanya was filming, I could masturbate for you, Baby."

"Me too," Tanya confessed. "But it's not what we do. We put on our makeup and gossip about who is going to get to sleep with whom. With this group, that would be a pretty short gossip."

Matt suspected that if he didn't come up with a plan quickly, this would be the last time they'd gossip about sleeping with him.

"Well, give me a few minutes doing whatever makes you happy. I almost have a glimmer of an idea sort of poking itself from the back of my mind but it's hard to concentrate when I look at you guys and want to make love to you so bad."

"Come on, girls," Tanya said. "We can leave him to eye-fuck the hot barista while we fix our makeup."

"Oh. Is she hot?"

"Like you didn't notice."

Busted. Of course he'd noticed.

The girls headed toward the restroom and the pretty barista headed for his table. "Can I get you anything else, sir?"

Shit. There really was something about being seen as desirable to attractive women that made a man attractive to other women. It wasn't fair but he wasn't going to argue with the logic.

"How about a phone number," he tried.

"Okay."

"Shit. His life was about to be over and he was in heaven."

She scribbled her number on his bill and headed back to the counter.

He needed to put ever ounce of his brainpower to solving his problems and all of his blood was rushing to his dick.