Author's note: this story follows characters first introduced in "What Cums Around Goes Around," this is designed to be read alone or for added enjoyment, in conjunctions with their first story.
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In a fit of weed induced munchies, James ate the shady leftovers from the back of the fridge and instantly regretted it. So, the task of walking Melanie home after study session fell on his wife and her tutor: Andrea. She would've just let the teen walk herself home, she's 18 for goodness sake, but James insisted it was important.
James and Melanie had agreed not to share what transpired only a month ago, so Andrea had no reason to be apprehensive escorting her home. However, she had picked up on James and Melanie's awkwardness when they were together and Melanie's recent pensiveness when the clock began to approach five.
Melanie's jumpiness, especially when vehicles passed, began to make Andrea nervous too; she just couldn't put her finger on what was so scary about soccer moms in their vans slowly driving home. It was this ignorance that would be their undoing.
As Melanie's attention was temporarily distracted by the text sending her phone into a vibrating frenzy, Mike and his comrades stuck to their tried and true modus operandi. Todd coasted their panel van silently beside the two girls as Mike and Alex rapidly slid the side door open and reeled in their catch.
After the requisite struggle and yells, the two girls scowled silently on the floor of the van, now well on its way. Melanie's heart sank as Mike surveyed the two fine young women in his hold and noted, "Hum, well this makes things a little more interesting."
Her vigilance had not paid off, and now she had to worry: What would she have to do this time? With who? Would he tell Mrs. Jensen about her and James? That would be awful...would she, my teacher, tutor, and mentor, blame me and hate me for it?
Checking Melanie out, Mike informed her, as though they were old acquaintances, that, "The last one was a big hit. I can't really say I'm surprised: you both acquitted yourselves so well," as half a smile snuck up the corner of his mouth. He then explained "The demand for a sequel was so overwhelming any good entrepreneur knows to give his audience what they want."
"You know this man?" asked Andrea, shocked her straight laced student would be tangled up with kidnappers. Looking at Mike, Melanie dropped her head; desiring to keep things amiable, she summarized their relationship as, "...a long story."
Before Andrea could complain about the inadequacies of Melanie's answer, Mike interjected and explained, "She'll," looking at Andrea, "work out great; it's always good to introduce new love interests in part two; it keeps the audience's attention."
Once that was laid out, he continued, "I was really surprised to find you in the same place at the same time. I thought you'd change your routine." That was why he was so amazed to see Melanie's exquisite frame ambling down the road with another, almost nearly as attractive, "friend."
"You said you'd leave us alone after last time," bemoaned Melanie.
Ignoring her complaint, Mike directed his eyes to Andrea and his quire to Melanie, "Just who is this fine young lady?" Keeping her eyes to the ground out of fear and shame the truth would inevitably be coming out, Melanie explained she was her tutor.
He raised an eye brow at how that social dynamic would play out shortly before reminding her, "If you think back, you'll find leaving you alone was not part of any verbal agreement we made. In fact, the only thing which mildly resembled an arrangement was your silence would keep your first feature film off the mainstream; you've held up your end of that bargain and so have I."
"Now, it is not my fault what you assume. You know what they say about that, right?" Melanie stared blankly because she didn't. Answering before she could ask, "It makes an ass out of you and me. And since yours is so fine..." looking at Melanie, Mike continued, "you know what you need to do, so why don't you enlighten your 'tutor' as to the role she is going to play?"
Melanie was lost; how could she possibly explain to her English teacher, and friend, that this guy, Mike, was going to have them undress and have sex on camera so he could sell it to an online website specializing in...how did he describe it last time...oh yeah: "semi-reluctant amateur porn?"
Right before she was about to explain it that way, Mike, frustrated with the delay, summarized, "Either you two can get it on willingly or I can have Todd pull over and him and Alex can join the cast. It does leave us a little guilty feeling at the end, but believe it or not, there is a market for those kinds of videos too," continuing, he said, "but most people at home prefer to see two nice young ladies making love of their own accord. It's up to you two though."
Little did Andrea or Melanie know that was actually an empty threat. Despite what it might seem like, these three guys really weren't rapists. In fact, if the two ladies did continue to refuse, he would let them go, without their clothes though—just to teach them a humbling lesson. But, it worked every time which was the beauty of his little white lie: nobody ever puts it to the test and risks having two burly guys come back and do who knows what.
Fearing the worst, Andrea put her years of track to use as she wheeled up and kicked Mike in the balls with one of her still quite powerful legs. Her aim was a little off so instead she hit his right thigh knocking his leg out from underneath him and sending him to the ground.
Quickly intervening, Alex restrained Andrea as Mike slowly rose to his feet. "Spunky, I like it..." glaring at Andrea, Mike continued, "I'm sure glad I stashed him down the left leg today."
