Jake felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next. She wore a snug-fitting blue sweater that accentuated her ample cleavage, which Jake had been trying not to ogle the whole time. She leaned back, her legs parting slightly to give a peek at her black lace panties. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he composed an email to Kassie, detailing her next task. One by one, the popular girls began to arrive at Bailey’s house, each making her own kind of entrance—like stars stepping onto a red carpet, radiating confidence, drama, and high-stakes gossip. Her hand moved faster, her hips rising to meet her touch. As she sent the link, she hoped that this would be enough, that the blackmailer would finally leave them alone. “You have a 94.7% chance of disliking this—” he began, but Emerson had already dragged him through the front door. The neckline of the dress was a scandalous plunge, revealing a generous amount of her perky, round breasts. There were two extra boys—and only ten girls. Jake sat quietly, watching the headlights trace lines on the pavement as Ava listened. Now all she had to do was get the ants to show up.
