But deep down, she knew it was just the tip of the iceberg with this monster. She had to keep going, satisfying sick whims of the evil blackmailer. She was already calculating the new and better ratio. The blackmailing new demand was simply just too much. “Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to focus on the numbers in front of him rather than the soft swell of her breasts. “It’ll just take a second to make sure everything’s okay back there. She had earbuds in and was bobbing her head to her own soundtrack. The video was a masterstroke of blackmail, and he knew it. Another had a “Math is Life” hoodie. “Look, Amanda,” she began, her voice measured. The boots had a tantalizing heel that made every step she took seem like a seductive dance move. As all things should be. Max was quick to follow without a word, like he understood the unspoken contract. She threw an arm around his shoulders and said, “You’re with me, it looks like.”
Lauren, of course, made a grand show of it. She had picked out the perfect dress for the occasion—or so she thought.