It had been three weeks since, I had been threatened by the Hall of Pleasure goon, and swallowed his load, when the club was raided by the police. Liz had been scheduled to come in later, but I was already working and was in the back room getting spitroasted by a pair of frat brothers when the cops came in.
Candy Cain and Lucious Lumps, I didn't know their real names, had been the only two others arrested with me. Candy had been giving a condom covered blowjob, and Lucious had a customer eating her pussy.
The police officer working near the cell came and released me, giving me my cell phone and purse. I was dressed like a whore, with half my ass hanging out the bottom of my skirt, and my tits almost fully exposed out of my top.
When I got into the station's front room, there was a blonde woman, about my age sitting in a chair, and she stood up to greet me.
"Alison? I'm Annie George, with George and George Law." I shook her hand, and looked her up an down.
She was pretty, but dressed very professionally, and I felt ashamed by my own appearance. I could feel her eyes on my cleavage, and I blushed.
"Are you a public defender?" I asked wanting to go home and see Liz and sleep.
"No, Ma'am. I've been looking for you for a few months, but had a hard time until you were picked up today. I did speak to the judge, and given your lack of record, and situation, she dropped the charges. But you won't get another break like that."
She began to lead me out into the mid-morning air, my nipples hardening immediately.
"Can I give you a ride home?"
I stopped and looked at her, "I'm grateful you got them to drop the charges, but I don't know what you want from me. I'm trying to just live and not bother anyone, and it's just got me arrested and tired."
She nodded, "Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't got to the point. I am the attorney for the estate of Mr. Francis 'Frank' George. He was my grandfather,"
I had heard Grandpa use that name on the phone one time while Liz and I were living with him. I gulped.
"I um," I felt even more ashamed looking like a whore in front of Grandpa's actual granddaughter. She probably thought I was a golddigger. "um... I don't need anything of his. Him helping me be free was enough."
She shook her head. "I have spoken with my father, and the rest of our family. No one is going to contest your inheritance. Grandpa set us all up well while he was alive, and none of us knew the monster that he was in secret."
"He wasn't a monster. He was loving and gentle, and Liz and I loved him very much."
She nodded. "Thank you, but Grandpa wanted to leave his remaining money, about seven million dollars, plus his assets which include the home you lived in, and a beach house, to you. And none of us are going to contest it. But he has one stipulation."
I was crying and hadn't realized it. She gave me a second and continued.
"There is a sealed box that must be opened in front of myself, a judge, and an attorney representing you, as well as you, in order for you to collect it."
I gulped, and nodded.
"If you need an attorney suggestion I have a couple, and we can proceed to do that in the next week."
She drove me home, and explained that her sister, Jenna, had gone missing twenty five years earlier, and that her family had been horrified when they found out that their grandfather had kept sex slaves.
She gave me a couple of envelopes of info and cards for lawyers she recommended, and dropped me off.
Liz and I slept and held each other, and talked about our financial troubles going away. She kissed me, and told me that she wanted to stop stripping and whoring. I agreed to do the same.
My lawyer, Cynthia Meadows, Liz, and I went to meet Annie George and Judge Linda Hendrix.
Annie carried a sealed box, with a sealed envelope attached to the top. She handed it to the judge, and Cynthia took a moment to agree it appeared to be untampered. The judge peeled the envelope off and opened it, and pulled out a couple of pieces of paper, and she began readin aloud.
"Alison, my precious girl, I am sorry for the pain I caused to you and Liz. I did fall in love with you, and am hoping that I am able to set everything right with the contents of this box, but first let me explain.
"I became a member of a club called The Hall of Pleasure, in which men paid membership in order to have access to beautiful young women who would fulfill their every desire. I joined because I wanted pussy younger than what I could get anymore, and prostitutes had lost their appeal. I wanted to be able to do whatever I wanted and I didn't want a woman to have the right to refuse me.
"After a few nights of debauchery, I was receiving oral sex from a woman who turned out to be my granddaughter, Jenna."
The judge paused and Annie began crying. I reached over and rubbed her back. A moment later she asked the judge to keep going.
"The Hall would have killed me, and maybe Jenna if I had tried to save her, or exposed them. So after that night, I began gathering information on the hall members, the people running it, and the wherabouts of the women going through their system."
