The Conquest
A week and a half went by. It was Thursday morning. Candy's husband was going on another fishing trip for the weekend. He would be leaving Thursday morning and returning Sunday night. I had a GPS tracker ap on the burner I had given her. I knew she was doing as I instructed and carrying it around with her everywhere she went. I also could monitor her regular cell phone in the event she decided to 'accidentally' leave it in her car, at home, etc., I could still keep tabs on her.
She had class until 2 p.m. on Thursday. At 1:30 p.m. I sent her a text on the burner. 'Meet me at such and such store parking lot at 2:30 sharp' She replied after a few minutes of contemplation, which I expected. 'I can't...I am supposed to go over to my in-laws tonight for dinner and I have a ton of homework to do'
I replied 'No problem...I will just send this out to them as well as your hubby' I attached a picture of her giving me the blow job. I had taken a few pictures that were unknown to her, they were not flattering. You could see the side of her face and my schlong half in her mouth. The picture wasn't the best quality due to the lighting but you could tell it was her and what she was doing.
'I have others if you would like to see them...I am sure you can explain how and why these were taken and they would all understand that it was all Brit's fault. Although I am not sure the judge would understand the evidence I found and you failing the sobriety test on the side of the road....it's your call. ...you decide.'
After a few moments of sheer panic, shock and finally resignation she replied.
'Why are you doing this to me'
'Lets be clear about something...YOU were the one who was driving drunk, swerving and driving erratically. YOU were the one who went partying at a known club where drugs are dealt. Drugs were found in YOUR car and YOUR friend ratted you out...it is nothing personal, it's strictly business.'
After a few minutes she replied with 'Fine... I will see you at 2:30'
I watched as her car pulled into the crowded lot. I text her with instructions as to where I was parked, at the far end of the lot. She pulled beside the car with dark tint we had confiscated several years ago. She got out and into the passenger side. She was wearing the sort of scrubs that student nurses wore. She sat in the passenger seat staring ahead not making eye contact.
I broke the silence with "How's school?"
"Okay."
"That's good. I have a little project I need you to help me with tonight."
"I am supposed to have dinner with my in-laws."
"Did you cancel" I asked.
"Not yet...I was hoping you would forget all about this and just let me go. If I suck you off again, will you let me go?" she asked.
"Not happening" I replied "so there is no use in bringing it up again...we are done when I say we are done. If this is going to be a continual problem then I will just drive us to the station and process you for booking. That is your decision, just say the word."
That was when she broke down. She cried and cried for a good 10 minutes. I just sat back and let her. I had seen plenty of tears in my day and hers were no different than any others.
When she had finally gotten control of herself, she said "what do I have to do?"
I reached into the back seat and pulled out a small gym bag. I handed it to her and told her to change into the outfit I had brought. She pulled out a red micro skirt made of that stretchy material that left little to the imagination regarding what was underneath, a black fishnet shirt and a white tank top that was a size or two too small for her, and a set of black knee high boots. The usual coke slut uniform.
"I can't wear this, it's too small...this skirt barely covers my ass."