She had to keep going, satisfying sick whims of the evil blackmailer. It’s a lifestyle, really. She had picked out the perfect dress for the occasion—or so she thought. Jake nodded, his eyes flicking over her form. Leaning in, her wavy light brown hair fell and framed her pretty face. The material stretched tightly over her thighs, revealing the subtle outline of her panties with each shift of her body. Kassie called out loudly. It looked like a showroom rather than a home. Finally, Lauren arrived, fashionably late as always. This one would be even more degrading than the last. The room was silent except for her harsh breaths. The girls had done what no one expected—they’d chosen their nerds. “Do you want a ride?” she offered. But instead, she gathered her strength and stood, walking over to the computer. But as the sun dipped below the horizon on that fateful Friday evening, Kassie steeled herself for the task at hand. “I’m throwing a party this weekend. Party’s full.”
Her voice cut like glass, sharp and dismissive. Suddenly, a piercing scream ripped through the silence, making Jake jump. As Ava disappeared into the back, he heard her footsteps echo through the hallway.
