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One, Five, Fifteen

Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Metilda, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

calm! But as he walked through the house doing his usual after-work junk my irritation faded to concern. Why didn't this carry with it the pizazz I wanted it to? I followed him through the house, trying to stay in tune with the future of his intents, but still nothing seemed to take shape. "So? You can't just ignore this," I pointed out. "This whole pretending won't make it go away." He glanced at me over his shoulder while taking a wine glass from a cabinet. The only thing in his future was us talking. Well, at least that was something. His expression held steady as he took a wine bottle out of the cabinet. The cork puller squeaked as he twisted it in. "You know what I think?" The cork popped. "I think you're over confident. I think this gift of yours has led you down a dark alley that I don't think you wanted to go down." "Oh I see," I nodded as I took a seat at the breakfast counter. "Trying to turn this around on me, hmm?" He gave a 'but of course' smile before sipping his wine. "I don't see how." "Well . . . . You have your blackmail, and I have mine." I laughed sharply. "Oh yeah? What, my behavior report from school?" That was hardly going to sway me. "How about . . . ." He swirled the wine around in his glass until it spun up the sides. "Your diary, your text messages, your sexting, and your personal porn stash?" A gasp slipped from me before I snapped my mouth shut. "Your stolen credit cards, your falsified driver's license." I shrugged it off. "You think that's as ... bad as this?" "What? Are you hoping for a felony against legal stories in which you only imagine you're a character? Now you sound a bit crazy." "She's just like me!" "No," he countered calmly. "She does what she's told and loves her step-father." "Hah!" "You want to go to Hawaii?" Nodding, I smiled. A brief shimmer of me on a boat came to mind but I couldn't tell if that was from him or my own fantasy. He leaned against the counter, across from me, leveling his gaze at me in a way that made me want to sit back. Me bent over, a wooden spoon on my backside. And that had me laughing my ass off. Surely that was his shimmer and not my own? "That's my offer," he added once he was certain I saw what he wanted. I pushed back, considering that same boat vision that hadn't changed. If anything, it had gotten more clear, others were with me. "I let you spank my bare ass with a cooking spoon and you'll pay for all my friends to go to Hawaii." The future shimmered again, and this time I didn't even let it take full shape. "No way in hell." He laughed. "I don't think you have much of a choice. Twenty-three girls traveling alone? Needing at least one reliable male chaperon." Only this male chaperon seemed to want to keep us all naked as if we were a harem. "Quit that. Now you're just pissing me off." Immediately, the slutty image of me and my friends naked ended, and we were back to me bending over the counter, my face screwed up with pain. Gotta say, though, he was rather handsome with his ...