Note:
All characters in the story are at least eighteen years of age.
Chapter 7 - Abby
Abby was really looking forward to surprising her mom and sister and was disappointed that no one was home. She had been away at school, now a sophomore at UCLA, and had not been home since the Christmas holidays. Oh well, it was good to finally be home.
She decided a soak in the hot tub would do her achy legs some good. She wasn't yet fully recovered from the past weekend's cycling event, where she'd ridden sixty-five miles for a local charity with her roommate and best friend Hannah. Best friend with benefits, she reminded herself, smiling at the thought. Hannah had convinced her to try cycling this year. They now entered every event they could find and went on long daily rides in between. Abby was in the best shape of her life.
She would miss Hannah, but they'd both promised to visit over the summer. Hannah was also spending time back home with her family in northern California. Abby changed into her skimpy white bikini; the one Hannah had picked out for her. She gave herself an appreciative look in the mirror as she headed for the hot tub. She'd always been curvy, like her mother and sister, but she now had a firmness in her ass and legs that she thought looked amazing.
She was just stepping into the hot tub, when she heard the doorbell. With a sigh, she stepped out, wrapped herself in a towel, and made her way back through the house. She peeked out the window and saw a man. A rather tall man, dressed in slacks and a dark polo shirt. It was the badge clipped to his belt that drew her immediate attention. She'd been getting frequent updates from her mom and sister about her dad's case and she assumed this visit was somehow related.
"Hello," she said, as she opened the door. "My mom isn't here."
"Hey there. You must be Abby," the man said, offering a warm smile. "I'm agent Harris, but you can call me Jack. Your mom is with us downtown. I came by to pick you up so that you could join us and visit your father," Jack said.
"Oh, no one told me. Wait... They didn't know I was coming, so how did you?"
"Good question. You're a smart girl. We keep close tabs on all of the family members in a case like this one. It's for your own protection. It's just a precaution, but we can't be too careful," Jack said.
Abby thought it was pretty weird, but it could make sense for them to keep an eye on the house and family. "Okay, let me get dressed."
"Please hurry. We're a little pressed for time."
Abby quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and left with the agent in the black Cadillac Escalade that looked like every government SUV in every spy movie these days. They were driving west on Sunset when Jack pulled into a gravel turnout along the runway of the airport, where people often parked to watch the planes take off and land. Among other things, as Abby remembered, thinking back to her high school days.
"Why are we stopping here?" She asked, concern creeping into her voice.
"We need to have a talk, Abby. There are some things going on that you haven't been made aware of by your mom and sister."
"What are you talking about? What things?" Abby said. She was starting to panic now. Something was really wrong here.
"In order to keep your father from spending the next twenty years in prison, along with some jail time for your mom, we made a deal with your mom and sister. The deal is that they have to work for us for a month. After which, your mom and dad will be free and no charges will ever be filed. Kate and Kristin have both been working for the most exclusive VIP escort service in the world."
"Bullshit. There's no way. My mom?" Abby laughed. She was almost relieved by the claim, it was so absurd.
"This is not a joke. Let me show you their profiles. I can show you more pictures if you still don't believe after this, but I should warn you, they are very graphic in nature." Jack said. He pulled up Kate's private escort profile on his phone and handed it to Abby. Abby was shocked by the picture of her mother and by the description, which included that she was a high school teacher.
"You can click on the gallery and list of services to see more if you need to."
"Holy fuck!" Abby said, handing the phone back to Jack as soon as she saw the first image of her mother naked, with her legs spread, revealing her completely shaved pussy.
"Let me show you Kristin's," Jack offered.
"No thanks!... I've seen too much already," Abby said, her mind racing, trying to comprehend what this man was saying, and having no success. "So, what does this have to do with me?"
"We have a problem with Kristin's schedule. It seems some genius tech guy she met, working a bachelor party, has really fallen for her and vice versa. He wants to pay off her remaining contract and take her back to Austin, where his startup is located. The problem is that she's fully booked for the next two weeks, with some extremely important clients, and we need someone to take her place."
"No fucking way!" Abby said. "It's not going to be me; I can tell you that."
"I know it sounds crazy, but let's think about this. First, if your mom and sister are willing to do this for your family, shouldn't you be willing to pitch in and do your part?" Jack asked earnestly.
"Absolutely not. I don't know what they were thinking. I would never have agreed to that. If my dad got himself mixed up in some illegal shit, that really sucks, but I can't help him this way."
"There's a second reason you should consider it. If you won't fill in for your sister, they're not going to let her go. It has to be either you or her. If it's her, and she misses her chance at the fairytale with her new boyfriend, Jacob, how is she ever going to forgive you? I'm assuming you love your sister." Jack said, laying it on as thick as possible. "She'll know you had this offer and refused to pitch in and do your part."
"You fucking asshole," Abby said, contempt dripping from her voice. She knew he was right about that and that he was enough of an asshole to tell Kristin she had refused.
"I am an asshole. I feel terrible about it. I know it's not fair, but there are no other options... It's only for two weeks. There's one more reason to consider. We keep all of the money you earn, except the tips. Whatever tips you earn would be yours to keep. Kristin has 70K in the bank account we setup for her. Your mom is out buying a new Mercedes as we speak. I have to confess I was lying about the visit, I just needed to talk to you. So, who is it going to be working for the next two weeks. You or Kristin?"
"I can't believe you're doing this to us? How are you not in prison?"
"That's a fair question, but it's not an answer."
"Goddamn you! Fuck! I'll do it for my sister. What do I have to do?" Abby asked, anger turning to defeat.
Jack put the sun blocker over the front window to prevent anyone from seeing inside. The other windows were tinted in typical government blackout. "Let's get in the back seat. I need to see what we're working with."
"No, I'm not having sex with you right now. I'm not ready," Abby protested.
"You're ready. If you are accepting the deal, for the next two weeks, you will have sex with whoever we ask you to have sex with, including me. This is a necessary part of the job. I need to assess your assets and skills. We have very demanding customers. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Besides, your mom and sister both enjoyed this part, even though they were reluctant at first, just like you are."
Jack got out of the car first and got in the back seat. "Come on, Abby. Let's just rip off the band-aid. Crawl your sexy ass back here. We'll just talk for a few minutes, get to know each other."
