Although I had given Debbie until Monday to sign on as a sex slave, it was all for show. She was hooked and giving her two days to "decide," purportedly of her own free will, would drive the hook deeper. There was still a problem: what to do about her husband. Debbie was a beautiful woman and under my tutelage she'd become spectacular. If word got out that this woman was fucking one of her students the national media would be all over the story. The biggest threat of a leak was her husband. After I devised a plan to neutralize him, I related it to Mom. She thought Grandad's connections would be useful. Upon contemplation I agreed; he would make a powerful ally.
Which is why on Saturday night Mom and I met with Grandad in his study, whose dark wood, expensive leather desk, and photographs of him with national and local dignitaries exuded power. Mom was wearing tight jeans, a button down shirt over a white tank top, no bra, and boots. Grandad was wearing a red polo shirt bearing the company logo and a pressed pair of tan slacks.
He got to the point. "Your mother said you had three requests."
"There is a teacher at my high school whom Mom has befriended. Her husband works at Russell Accounting."
Grandad's dealerships were among Russell Accounting's biggest clients.
"We believe he is or is about to start cheating with an underage girl. Our information is that his job performance is poor. If our suspicions about his affair are confirmed, we would like you to ask John Russell," the head of the firm, "to fire him while advising him to resolve matters with his wife and the girl as quickly as possible. Mr. Russell should be brutal; the young man needs to be cowed. If he asks why you're so interested, you can indicate it's a favor for your daughter-in-law."
I looked in his eyes. His powerful intellect was absorbing everything.
"Second, contact Rebecca Faince." Ms. Faince was the most feared divorce lawyer in our community. She had flaming red hair and a penchant for short skirts, exposed cleavage, and dominating courtrooms. She was also, I would later learn, a sexually voracious bi-sexual. "Tell her of your suspicions about the cheating husband and ask that she represent the wife, who is a friend of your daughter-in-law."
"And third," Grandad asked, folding his fingers.
"Call Lee Jonas." Lee was the senior partner in the city's biggest law firm. "Ask him to represent the young girl in an action against the husband."
Grandad leaned back in his chair.
He looked at me, then Mom, then back to me. His hands remained folded. "I assume these stories are, in large part, bullshit."
"That's true."
"And this scheme serves another purpose?"
"Also true."
"Will it work?"
I took a moment. "Yes."
He closed his eyes and was quiet. Then he looked at Mom. He seemed to see something in her eyes. His face relaxed. "I'll do it."
He paused, then added an explanation. "That you and your Mom are lovers is clear to anyone who has the imagination to see it. I haven't seen her this happy in years. I approve; she certainly deserved better than my son. I've also recently had a long standing suspicion confirmed." He looked at Mom. "You tell him."
Mom picked up the story. "As you know, at the time you were conceived your Dad was not my only sexual partner. He was the only one who proposed and after you were born the family resemblance eliminated most of the other men as potential fathers. But that story your dad tells about protecting me from his father is a little off.
"Your Grandad bedded me the day our sorority appeared at the dealership. While the rest of the girls were meeting customers I was riding his big dick in his office. He was an older guy, but he was dynamic and oozed power and strength. Yes, he can be gruff. He can be an asshole. But I found sides of him I like. Your Grandad was strong. I could depend on him. He also knew how to fuck, a trait your Dad did not bring to the marriage.
"I was among his mistresses for years. Then, about five years ago, the botched surgery for prostate cancer and his diabetes left him impotent. There have been a few times over the past few years he's been able to get it up and when he did he knew he could call on me, but basically I've been fuck-free until, well, until you."
The punch line was obvious.
"I've always wondered. You're a lot more like your Grandad than your father. I guess I didn't want to know the truth. It was easier being oblivious. But once you got me in bed it became pretty clear whose son you were. I collected some of your hair and had it DNA tested. Grandad's your father."
