107: Another Favor
Saturday's chapter.
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Chapter 107
I dismissed the blinking light because I needed to deal with these girls first.
I welcomed both underage girls in and pointed them to the bed while I sat on the chair. No matter how legal they were in this state, I wasn’t going to do anything to them that crossed the line. Sure, tit, hand, and mouth stuff were still messed up, but they weren’t crossing the line entirely.
Okay, I was just trying to justify myself.
Still, I wasn’t going to have sex with them. Especially not with this Judy. Not until she turned eighteen. Same for Sasha.
“So? What is it? I don’t think it’s a simple introduction.” I asked once we were all comfortable.
“Actually, I have a favor to ask, Tyler,” Sasha said with slight hesitation. Alarm bells rang in my ears, remembering what had happened the other day with Mira. And looking at Judy and the way she conducted herself, I had no doubt she had some older friends who were more than just friends.
“And that would be?” I asked.
“Judy is an idol trainee, did I tell you that?” Sasha started from there.
“No.” I simply replied, but I was a little surprised.
“Okay, so the thing is that she signed up as an idol trainee. The problem is that the agency she’s signed up with belongs to her uncle, and they don’t have the resources to hire a guard for her.”
“Usually it’s not a problem, but her address was leaked recently, and some guy tried to break in. The camera caught his face, but the guy wasn’t charged with a serious crime.”
Sasha explained, and the more she explained, the more my hypothesis was proven wrong. Seeing that Judy was more than what met my eye, I asked, “And?”
“And I was hoping you could take care of him,” Sasha said.
Take care of him? What was she? A gangster?
“You know who he is?” I asked.
“He’s…” Sasha hesitated. And now it seemed like my earlier hypothesis wasn’t as wrong as I thought.
“Let me guess, an old boyfriend?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Sasha replied with a sigh while Judy lowered her head in shame.
“And he must have some compromising stuff on his hands that can destroy her career in the long run?” I asked once again.
“Huh? How do you know that?” Both of the girls were shocked by my statement.
“Because that’s how it goes.” I simply replied and asked, “Haa… Where does he live? And how did he find out your address? Was it from your relationship days?”
The problems weren’t new. The entertainment agency my grandmother managed had a lot of actors and actresses, and the P.R. department was solely to take care of the messes they made in their daily lives, or that they made in their lives before reaching stardom.
One actress used to sell feet pictures, and while her face wasn’t shown in any of them, the scandal did give my grandmother a headache. Fortunately, nothing major happened with that one. But a lot of major things did happen with the other ones.
Judy’s case wasn’t as rare as one would think. Her entertainment agency was at fault with this one, but it wasn’t much of a trouble in the first place.
As long as the questions I asked were clear, dealing with this matter wouldn’t be that difficult.
“No, he didn’t know my address when we dated. We, uh, never took it that far. As for how he came to know of my address, I suspect he followed me.” Judy explained. She guessed at the end, but most of the time that was the reason.
“As for where he lives, I don’t have any idea, but I know his usual hangout spot,” Judy explained.
“And what does he have on you?” I asked the most important question.
However, Judy blushed and lowered her head once again. I looked at Sasha, who smirked and gestured a finger in her mouth while making the mouth-swelling motion.
Blowjobs, huh?
“So? How are you so sure he has them?” I asked.
Judy looked at Sasha as if she had rolled her honor through the dirt with blame in her eyes, so she didn’t focus much on my question. Sasha was the one who replied again, “Because she allowed him to. She thought they would be forever.”
“Sasha!” Judy called Sasha out loud to stop her, but Sasha was showing no signs of stopping. “Hey! I’m cleaning up your mess, alright?”
Judy had no answer to that. She remained silent and lowered her head again.
“So, Tyler. I know that you have a network on the internet and can find out if things like that are anywhere. Also, can you pay him a visit?” Sasha asked with an expression of plea as if she were asking for a candy.
I looked at her with narrowed eyes and sighed. I so wished I could say no, but with how much of an advantage I had taken of her, I couldn’t just say no.
“Text me when I can find him. Keep her here overnight.” I said with a sigh, and Sasha skipped to her feet, jumping at me and hugging me, and it wasn’t just a hug. She immediately kissed me on the lips in front of Judy, which shocked me, but before I could push her off, Judy had already seen everything.
But more than shock in her eyes, I spotted confirmation. This little minx.
“Hey!” I said as soon as she let go of me. She jumped to her feet, grabbed Judy, and ran out of the room while saying, “Love you, Tyler. And thanks.”
What the hell was that?
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I was led by a bunch of si*****-year-olds. Not only that, my dick was rock hard since this morning, and the lust in this house wasn’t making it easy for me. It was a blessing that the lust meter came down to white when I woke up. While my dick was hard throughout the day, the lust was still bearable.
But…
[Lust level: Orange]
It had already reached the orange level. And I had done nothing more than sleep and kiss Sasha.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I checked the phone and saw the information for the meeting this evening. The time was around eight, and the location was close by, about a half-hour drive, so time wasn’t an issue.
Tom didn’t explain the dress requirement, but the proper etiquette in such scenarios was to wear a suit. But I didn’t have a suit. I mean, I had clothes stored in my inventory, but I never thought I would be attending any sort of formal event while chilling at my aunt’s house, so I didn’t bring any with me.
There were still about four hours left, so I asked Aunt Elise, “Where can I buy a good suit?”
She was letting lust in droves as always, but there was no indication on her face that she was horny in any way.
“Oh? You haven’t thought of giving the local mall a try?” Aunt Elise asked.
“Well, I think in these cases it is better to ask the locals,” I replied. Sometimes, the locals know best where the hidden gems can be found.
“That’s a good choice. Malls don’t have everything of quality.” Aunt Elise said. She then said, “Come on.”
I nodded and followed her.
“Where’s your car?” Aunt Elise asked when she came out and didn’t see my car.
“Where is my car?” I asked as if I didn’t have an idea.
I tried to call Sara on the spot, but there was no reply, which I was thankful for. This gave me a chance to ask my question.
“Maybe Sara took it.” Aunt Elise said.
“Her car’s not here either,” I said, and she nodded. Why would Sara take my car if she had her own? Well, it wasn’t exclusively hers but belonged to all the sisters.
“Maybe Mira took it,” I suggested, to which Aunt Elise shook her head. “She’s in her room.”
“Should I check the porch camera to see who took it?” I asked.
“Not possible. It’s been out of order for some time now.” Aunt Elise said, “I’ve been trying to get Tom to have it fixed, but he’s been pushing it back for some time now.”
“I see,” I said.
“Let’s take my car. We’ll also check with the local station about it.” Aunt Elise said. She was aware of the possibility of my car being stolen, but from her reaction, it wasn’t that big of an issue.
Either it had happened before, or the price of a car was nothing for this princess. Well, made sense. Her family business made millions at the very least. Even her car was a whopping 2.5 million luxury car, even though it seemed like a Mom car.
“Have you seen the news?” Aunt Elise asked, “Apparently, some sort of storm struck the woods.”
“Storm? Here?” I asked.
“Yeah, I find it difficult too. But it’s all over the news, and such destruction is not possible without something natural.” Aunt Elise said.
Tell me about it.
While I was thinking back to the time, Aunt Elise said, “Here, you drive.”
I had no problem with driving the car, but I soon understood why she told me to drive.
“Um… Aunt Elise…” I said.
“Yes?” She asked.
“I’m driving,” I said while a chill ran through my body. The good kind.
“Good.” She simply replied and got back to what she was doing.
Damn, her hand felt soft.