NOTE: All characters in the following story are over the age of 18 an are fictional. The locations are (mostly, with slight changes) are fictional as well, and the following is a story involving Blackmail and BDSM, if this ain't you thang, click away now!
Well once again it's another story involving those Roberts boys! This one is a bit of a slow(er) burn in that the first chapter is dedicated more to character development, but trust me, it certainly gets us there!
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Jason Roberts sat on his porch, looking at the Garcias' front window across the street. Windows, actually, and wow, were they ever broken. Burst out from the inside, and a piece of furniture laying on the front porch, to boot. The Garcias had left earlier that very day, going somewhere, maybe on some kind of vacation, and had left their daughter, Annalise, in charge. Normally, it would have been a good call.
After all, Annalise was the kind of daughter fathers wished they could have. Top of her class in academics, part of numerous clubs, just the all-around 'It' girl, and he had noticed in the local news that she even had a full-ride scholarship to some Ivy League school, which would be starting in a few weeks. So, it was quite a shock when she had a 'Post-Grad' party that had gotten out of hand. Apparently, two boys got into some kind of fight, and the front-porch damage was the result. His front-facing security camera had captured all of it, and even today, it was catching Annalise trying to get it cleaned up, but she very clearly had no idea what to do.
Annalise was a sweetie for sure, even though she was easily young enough to be his kid...and then some. Maybe five-foot-one-inch tall, if that, she had long, straight,raven-black hair, and was busty with a nice, round butt, and that curvy, olive-colored skin of her partly-Hispanic heritage on her father's side. Combine that with the 'doe eyes' and big red lips of her Asian mother, and she was quite a delicious snack,indeed. As for Jason Roberts, it had been a few years since his wife had died, and he was just a quiet, confirmed bachelor. The Garcias knew him as just that, and he was sure she saw him as no threat.
Seeing her out there, in a T-shirt and shorts, far too tight for her to bend over properly, really got Jason thinking. He knew he could approach this one of two ways, so taking a copy of the security-cam footage on a thumb drive, he decided to walk over and offer his 'help'. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained, as the lawyers at his firm used to say.
You lose height as you get older, so at age fifty-nine, Jason was down at least two inches from his six-foot frame, but still tall enough for this. He was really active for a guy his age, into biking and swimming. His thinning hair was hanging in there, but even so, was fairly silver-white now, and he maintained the usual goatee. As he was striding over, he said to himself 'She's grandkid age, you old pervert--you really gonna do this?' He smiled as he thought about the risk and the reward, and figuring this was the only time he'd get this opportunity, andsaid, "The hell with it," and continued striding toward the Garcias' house with confidence.
Annalise Garcia was so upset, she couldn't even cry. Her parents had trusted her with the house, and now look at this. The front window wa sbroken, and one of her mother's tables in the front yard, cracked! She was still picking up glass, when she heard Mr. Roberts from across the street. 'Oh Shit!' she thought, 'He's on the HOA board! What's he want?'
"Must have been a helluva party."
"Yeah. It got out of hand," she replied.
"Let me help," he said, and taking a small box he brought with him, began picking up glass.
"No, Mr. Roberts," she said, "I'll get this. Really."
"Look, Annalise," he replied, "I was young once, too. Things got out of hand, I get that. Let's not concentrate on that at the moment. Let's get this shit cleaned up before the other neighbors see, and by the way, it's Jason." And with that, he went back to work. After a bit, the glass was picked up, and they had flipped over the furniture, which with the window, were pretty busted up.
Annalise looked at the table and despaired. She could feel tears rolling down her cheek. "Oh Mr. Rob--umm, Jason, what am I going to do? My parents will be back by the end of week..." her voice trailed off, and Jason Roberts knew that this was his moment.
"Annalise, you were a kid so you wouldn't remember, but the construction side of my law firm built most of the houses in this neighborhood. Although I'm semi-retired, I am sure he can have some boys come out and fix this damage, your parents will never know."
