Foreword
As always, thank you for your continued support. I do check the comments and try to incorporate your thoughts into the chapters as much as I can. I'll start adding character refreshers at the beginning so that you can all keep who's who straight.
Also, gentle reminder that this is a silly and contrived story built on the basis that Josh is truly oblivious. Hilariously stupid misunderstandings and ridiculously absurd assumptions are par for the course here, and that won't be changing anytime soon.
Part VII Character Refresher:
- Josh's Girls
o Allison: Head of the household with a take-charge attitude.
o Becky: Allison's BFF who is trying to assert her independence by starting her own operation.
o Emma: Naïve redhead who is happy to go along with most schemes.
o Libbi: Becky's aunt; timid and shy; runs production for Becky.
o Natalie: Tattoo-parlor owner who has been managing distributions for Becky's new operation.
o Nira: Newly acquired Indian procurement officer.
- Josh's Collaborators
o Dana: Trust-fund manager who supports Josh from behind the scenes.
- Sluts
o Lainy AKA Slut One: FBI forensic accountant imbedded in Dana's firm.
o Julia AKA Slut Two: FBI field agent.
o Anya AKA Slut Three: FBI field agent imbedded with the Russian cartels.
- Antagonists / Others
o Domingo: San Francisco drug-lord.
o Sevana: Head of production and distribution for Domingo.
o Mateo: Sevana's right-hand man.
o Agent Michaels: FBI Handler.
Once Upon a Time in San Francisco
Sevana tightened her hand around the gun, the contoured grip fitting comfortably in her hand. It was the only thing giving her any sense of comfort, not that it would save her.
She peeked over the upturned desk, the room a mess of shattered glass and blood. Years of do-or-die situations had her on a hair trigger, and when the first explosion had rocked the warehouse, she'd already been halfway across the room before the hail of bullets cut down Antonio. He hadn't even had time to react before his head had exploded.
This had to be the new outfit; the one that had been plaguing her operations for the past week. Domingo had told her to wrap it up quickly, but it had spiraled out of control almost overnight. First, her two messengers had been dispatched, with only Carmen making it back alive and in no state to be of much use to anyone. Then, they'd firebombed one of her major distribution centers. Finally, they'd hit the production facility, trapping her and Mateo in the second-floor control room, with nothing separating them but some hastily piled desks against the only door.
"Fucking call Domingo," Mateo yelled, hunkered down behind an overturned table.
"You think I haven't already tried?" Sevana spat back.
"Fuck! I'll do it," Mateo said, pulling his phone out. He cursed and dropped it moments later. "Who the fuck are these people? DEA? ATF? It's gotta be some government-backed group. Tech to jam signals like this isn't something anyone can just deploy."
Sevana grit her teeth so hard they creaked. There wasn't a way out of this. No way to call for backup, and based on the sudden silence downstairs, no more security left. Whoever they were, they were fast, efficient, and they weren't fucking around.
"Sevana, do something!"
"What the fuck do you expect me to do?" Sevana snapped at him, her nerves already beyond fraying. "The security team is already down. Kill them or die trying. We don't have any options left."
A sharp 'twang' rang out, just before something sailed through the open window and clattered across the floor toward them.
"Down!" Sevana yelled, hunching down behind the desk and covering her head with her hands.
A blinding explosion filled her vision, burning her eyes. Her hands hardly seemed to dull the sound; her ears blasted by the sharp burst. She felt the second explosion rather than hearing it, a sharp ringing dominating her world.
The next thing she knew, she was on the ground, a knee in her back. A sharp pain wracked her shoulder as her arm bent back, her pistol already on the floor. Darting a glance to Mateo, he too was restrained, a leather-clad woman slamming her heel into his palm as he reached for his gun. His mouth opened in a scream, though nothing but ringing filled Sevana's ears.
The stiletto heel dug into the webbing of his hand, the boot glossy as light played off its smooth surface. It melded seamlessly into the tight, black leather encasing the shapely leg. It molded to her like a second skin, every motion of her taut muscles clearly displayed beneath. A tight collar wrapped her neck, letters gleaming on the surface.
Sevana's eyes bugged out as the word became clear, searing into her retinas. The same word that Carmen had cried whenever they'd questioned her.
SLUT.
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A slow smile crept onto Libbi's face as Daddy's eyes lovingly roamed her. Daddy would love anything she wore, because it was her that was wearing it, but to have his smile of approval meant the world to her. More so because it was the first outfit she'd worn in a long time that finally felt right to her.
"Do... do you like it, Daddy?" Libbi asked, her cheeks warming under his gaze.
Libbi did a slow spin, showing off her clothes, reminiscent of Becky's business outfit she had worn at the lab. A white, pencil skirt that ended at her bare knees with a white business vest covering her pale-blue button shirt, and a matching white blazer adorned her. Short heels gave her butt a bit of a lift, and a cute clip pulled her hair back and off her shoulders.
"Do you like it, baby?" he countered.
Right, it wasn't just about what Daddy liked, but about her making a decision for herself. Without Becky's input. Though, she desperately wished Becky were here. Maybe the jacket was too much? Maybe a looser skirt? Daddy liked being able to run his hands up her bare thighs.
Libbi shook herself to chase away her second thoughts. She needed to own this. To choose what made her happy.
"Yes, Daddy. I like it."
Josh smiled widely at her words. "Then I love it. This is a wonderful start, Libbi. I'm so proud of you."
Libbi's cheeks burned under his praise. She cast a coy glance at him, pushing herself to show him what else she'd done. It wasn't anything as daring as what Becky would have suggested, but to Libbi, it was a huge step.
"I think you'd like this, Daddy," she said, letting her jacket droop from her bare shoulders. "I thought that even if no one saw it, I could still feel a little... daring. Do you like it?"
Her answer came as Josh wrapped his strong hands around her waist and pulled her close, his mouth closing on hers. A shiver of delight ran down her spine as his tongue met hers. A little whimper escaped her as his hands roamed her back, wishing that she could feel them on her bare skin.
"My, my, aren't you the naughty little girl," he said, his eyes gleaming.
Libbi could melt into those eyes.
"Maybe... maybe you could... punish me? For being so bad?"
"Punish? Or reward?" he asked with a grin. He leaned forward, his lips so close to her ear that her tiny hairs quivered at his words. "Do you like being my bad little girl?"
Libbi's legs trembled, threatening to turn to jelly as he whispered in her ear. She swallowed hard, her breath coming in little pants as she pressed herself against him. "Yes, Daddy." She whimpered as his hands ran over her butt. "I like being your dirty little girl."
Libbi whimpered as he placed a wet kiss on her neck, her entire body vibrating from her growing need. They'd done it twice at the lab, but still her body craved him. She desperately needed him, which was why the alarm going off on his phone nearly drove her to tears.
"Soon, baby," he whispered, tilting her chin up to him. "I'll give you everything you want. But we have pressing business back in San Francisco."
Libbi closed her eyes as his lips gently caressed hers. She remained there as his soft lips retreated, basking in the warmth that remained.
"Daddy? Are you ready?" Emma's voice came from the other side of the door. "Becky said we should go soon."
Josh opened the door, Emma waiting patiently for him, still bound as she had been back at the lab. A quick stopover at the local couple's boutique, to some appreciative glances, provided them the accessories to complete her outfit, as it were. Emma was once again fully nude, save her heels. A new collar fit around her neck tightly, the metal chain dragging on the floor behind her. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, but none of it seemed to bother her. She stood proud, her tiny frame hardly shaken by her exposure. If anything, she walked with more confidence than usual.
Josh ran his fingers through her soft, red hair, tousling it playfully as she purred. Emma hardly seemed bothered by Allison's punishment, though knowing Allison, it may not have really been a punishment in the first place.
"We'll be there in a moment, sweety," Josh said as he kissed Emma's button nose. "Bring your new friend over, would you? It'll be good for Libbi to guide her for the visit."
