The Pact: Episode 6 - Life Is a Bitch!
Copyright© 2025 by Thinking Horndog
Chapter 31
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 31 - Our various characters are moving on from the tumultuous Homecoming game, the dance, and the partying at the Club. Things aren’t all coming up roses. Enemies have been made, and new alliances will be required to deal with them.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Slavery Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Shemale TransGender Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Torture Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Enema First Masturbation Oral Sex BBW
A quick run to the Federal Building confirmed that surveillance was a lot better than anticipated. The Feds had cameras of their own inside Hobart’s home as well as the carriage house where Antoine lived and worked and they’d SEEN Hobart raping Cindy! The problem with that, of course, was that an unguarded remark by Cindy or Elaine could ruin things, if they hadn’t already! First, they got Treasury and the SEC to push for an end-of-day arrest of Hobart in the hopes that he would draw even MORE rope to hang himself with, then they headed for the location outside the Simpson place they had watched from before. Toby provided mental overwatch while Amy made a phone call.
“Cindy?”
“Oh, hi, Amy.” Cindy frowned. Was this bad news?
“Hey, you know that party we talked about? Maybe we can do it tomorrow afternoon...?”
‘Uh oh.’ “That’s pretty soon...”
“I know, but everybody’s schedule is jammed up, you know?” Amy replied. “There are some people who were really upset that stuff happened today and we couldn’t do it tonight!”
Cindy got it. “Oh, okay. I’ll square it with Mom, then. Tomorrow after school.”
“Great!” Amy hung up while Tony planted imperatives for Cindy not to speak about the REAL purpose of the call and to avoid certain rooms where they’d gotten camera and bug locations from the Feds, and made sure that Cindy deciphered Amy’s comment about that evening properly.
Cindy made a beeline for Elaine. “Mom, Amy just called. She says tomorrow is the only good day for the pool party. That’s okay, right? We can do that?”
“Yeah, we can do that. Are you sure?” Elaine queried.
“Yes, she was adamant. I guess the team girls are all busy the rest of the week. We’re playing the Hadleyville Hurricanes in Hadleyville on Friday, of course.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Elaine mused.
“I forgot a homework thing – I’d better work on it if we’re going to have a party. Can you help me, Mom? I’ll bring it into the kitchen,” Cindy offered.
Elaine frowned and cocked her head. “All right.”
“Thanks, Mom!”
Cindy snagged her Civics book and a pad and went to the table and pretended to take notes from it, but she REALLY wrote, ‘Lots of bugs – more than we thought. Nowhere is safe, although this room isn’t bad. They saw Daddy and me! We have to be careful!’ When Elaine came in a few minutes later, she said, “Does this look right to you, Mom?”
Elaine read this and frowned. How had Amy transmitted this? “I’m not sure, Honey. Are you sure?”
“Uh huh. I need to get this out so I don’t have to work on it tomorrow. Amy said some people got excited and wanted to come by tonight!”
“Really? You know, you’re MUCH more popular these days than you used to be,” Elaine said to cover things.
“It sure seems like it, Mom,” Cindy agreed.
“Okay, I think you have it, but you need to write it up neater.” Elaine kissed her daughter’s hair as Cindy wadded the paper. Apparently, they wouldn’t need the webcams.
Meanwhile, Hobart got a phone call from his pet police captain. “Better be careful! Your name is suddenly hot over at the D. A.’s office! I don’t know what the flap is yet, but this doesn’t smell like the thing with those two thugs.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing, but keep your ears open,” Hobart directed. He appeared calm, but went instantly paranoid. “Call me when you know something.”
He hung up, went to a cabinet along the wall of his office, and surfaced a pistol and a belt clip. “Better to be safe than sorry,” he muttered to himself.
The FBI, having picked this all up on their wiretap, dispatched an entire team to the District Attorney’s office to plug the leak.
Elaine sat in her bedroom, pensive, pleased with the foresight that had inspired her, a couple of days before, to replace Hobart’s blackmail DVDs with ones of him and Antoine. There would be no way now to remove the damaging evidence that she had promised Jesse Freeman that she would destroy for him if she hadn’t done that and secreted the disks in a location known only to Richard Gorman. Now, the evidence was safe; the folders of documents that went with the disks had also been removed. The Feds would probably wonder why there were none for the people who put them onto Hobart, but it was the best she could do.
Jeffrey was a little shocky as he rode home. “That Tabitha...”
Toby grinned at him. “There are gonna be very few times in your life, I bet, when a girl just comes to you and asks to be fucked.”
“Yeah, no kidding!” Jeffrey burst out.
“Tabitha’s momma weighs probably four hundred pounds, but she has a regular group of men who visit her and help support her – not to mention several ex-husbands, or guys who fathered kids by her – because she loves sex and is good at it. Tab gets her appetite from her mom. Three guys is a party to Tab,” Toby related.
“I believe it!”
“The best thing you can do is be appreciative, but not read anything into it. You don’t have a relationship; you just scratched her itch,” Toby advised. “She’s not going to chase you or anything, and you shouldn’t chase her. If you’re around and she needs it bad again, she’ll come to you – but Pete Phifer is her boyfriend.”
Jeffrey nodded. “I get it.” He sat back. “About my dad...”
“Want us to come in with you?” Toby asked.
“It would speed things up, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Toby sighed. “We might need him – as soon as Friday.”
“Okay, great.” It was a load off Jeffrey’s mind.
Gerald Levine looked up as his son came through the door with a couple of kids his age behind him. “Dad, this is Toby and Amy. They’re from the club where I’m, um, tutoring.”
Gerald looked at the clock. “You’re pretty late.” Turning to Toby and Amy, he added, “I’m hearing a lot about this club – and not a lot. What’s it all about?”
“Well, that’s a secret,” Toby temporized.
‘Kids and their secrets.’ Gerald managed not to roll his eyes. “Supposing you let me in on it?”
“We need a promise that you won’t tell,” Toby pressed. “We generally get an agreement that we can do whatever it takes to keep things a secret.”
“Sounds serious,” Gerald replied, somehow managing not to grin. “Fine. You have it.” Shifting his attention to Amy, he added, “I guess girls are allowed.”
Amy got inside Gerald’s head and did her work, then said blandly. “I should hope so – it’s a sex club.”
“WHAT?” Gerald spun on his son. “You had sex? With whom?”
“Tonight? Um, three separate girls,” Jeffrey replied. “That’s why I haven’t been flashing any money. The tutoring has been going the other way, anyway. I’ve been, well, the student.”
All kinds of emotions bubbled up in Gerald, to whom sex was a VERY touchy subject! “You can’t just go around having sex! That’s dangerous!”
Amy, rocked by the wash of his emotions, grabbed Toby’s hand so he would be aware of things. Toby, duly warned, said blandly, “Of course not. That is the purpose of the club: to provide a safe environment in which to learn and experiment.”
“There IS no safe environment!” Gerald flashed. “Diseases, promiscuity...”
“Promiscuity?” Amy raised an eyebrow.
“You stay out of this!” Gerald flashed.
Amy made the leap. “You and your wife agreed in principle that she could go outside to fulfill her needs.”
Gerald went dead white. “WHAT did you say?”
“The two of you agreed to be open about sex,” Amy said blandly.
It went into Gerald like a harpoon! So explosive was the effect that he forgot all about wondering how Amy knew! “She had no right to get KILLED going to visit one of her boyfriends!” he roared. He was on his feet, beet-red, raging – everything was surrounded by a ring of red. Jeffrey had never seen his father like this, and it scared him!
Amy came forward and looked up at him sadly. “It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t his. And it wasn’t yours. Bad things happen. She didn’t betray you, and you didn’t fail her.” She reached up and caressed his cheek.
The world spun. Gerald collapsed onto the couch and melted down, shifting immediately to hysterics. Amy settled onto the couch beside him and in moments had his head in her lap, stroking him and cooing while he let years of pain and guilt out.
Jeffrey was well and truly frightened! “What is happening?”
Amy looked up at Jeffrey, smiling crookedly. “When you consider that you have needs, it probably isn’t a surprise that your parents did. Give your dad a minute and he can tell you what happened – and why he’s been a monk all these years.”
She turned her attention to Gerald, soothing him and calming him. Jeffrey settled into a chair and waited, curious and worried about what he might hear.
Finally, Gerald looked up. “You’re right, I guess. It was just ... bad timing.”
“You weren’t even in control,” Amy replied. “She was the one pushing – and it was just a phase she was going through.”
“How do you know?” Gerald asked. “How CAN you know?”
“It’s all there in your head,” Amy replied, “and I read minds.”
Gerald blinked. “People don’t do that.”
“You’d be surprised,” Toby said blandly.
“Do you want me to tell him?” Amy asked. “You can jump in if I’m wrong.”
“Yeah. Why don’t you do that.” Gerald sat up and folded his arms across his chest.
Amy turned to Jeffrey. “Your mother was a lot like Tabitha ... and she started early and word got out, so she was the school slut. That made her popular at parties.”
Jeffrey eyed his father, who was eyeing Amy in perplexity, but not arguing.
“Your dad wasn’t supposed to be at the party, but he managed to sneak in. He found your mother after she’d been gotten drunk and smoked a little pot and four or five boys had crawled atop her and ridden her. Ordinarily, she’d have never messed with your father, but she was buzzed and feeling good and he showed up at the right time.” Amy sighed. “I almost wish things had gone that way with me ... Anyway, he surprised her, and he treated her like the precious jewel she was instead of fuck-meat. And by the end of the evening, they had something going. How am I doing so far?” she asked Gerald.
“I’m amazed.” Gerald WAS, too!
“They started dating,” Amy continued, “and your mother backed off on her promiscuity – something she had been trying to control – and committed herself to your father. It was easy, because he had the capacity to handle the majority of her needs. They got married out of high school and they both worked to put your dad through college, and somewhere in there, you were born.”
“I was a sophomore in college,” Gerald related.
“Motherhood tamed the beast for a while, but it came back hard, largely because women are sort of built that way,” Amy related. “They get more and more interested in sex until they hit menopause. It’s a motherhood thing, you know, the biological clock thing. Anyway, your mom started needing more and your dad had never been with another woman, so after a lot of discussion, they decided to swing. They started slow, with other couples, and it was good at first. But it wasn’t enough for either of them, so they got wilder and wilder. Your dad hit the limit first – probably because a guy can only go so many times – but your mother hadn’t hit the wall yet. The night she died, your parents had a fight because your mom wanted to go to a gang-bang, and your dad wanted her to throttle back, so he stayed home.” Amy turned to Gerald. “You know she would have, once she overdid it a couple of times.”
“I don’t KNOW that,” Gerald insisted.
“Yes, you do,” Amy insisted. Gerald subsided, no longer arguing. “She was hit on the way home from the party by a drunk. Maybe she was worn out and not paying enough attention, but your dad has seen the police reports and ducking a drunk who crosses the yellow line is difficult. Your dad carries the anger that she just HAD to go out and the guilt that if he’d gone along and taken care of her, maybe he would have been driving.” She looked at Gerald. “You would just be dead, and you know it.”
Gerald covered his face. “Yeah.” After a moment, he raised his head. “Where did you get all this, really?”
<From in here... > Amy transmitted.
Gerald went dead white! “Oh ... My ... God!”
“What?” Jeffrey erupted.
“I just proved that I wasn’t lying,” Amy replied.
“Can you read my mind?” Jeffrey asked.
“Maybe, under certain circumstances,” Amy replied, “But you have defenses.” She didn’t go on to explain why – and Jeffrey didn’t ask. Instead, Amy turned to Gerald and asked, “How did you manage to just stop?”
“It seemed to me that sex caused it all...” Gerald sighed. “I poured my energy into other things.”
“A drunk caused it all,” Amy replied, “You need to get back in the saddle.”
“At MY age?”
Toby grinned. “Fortunately for you, there is an easy way. You just join the club!”
“And that does what for me, exactly?” Gerald asked. “I’m not exactly...”
“I know a woman who wants to have sex with you NOW!” Jeffrey erupted.
Gerald looked perplexed. “Why?”
Jeffrey paused a moment, then said diffidently, “Because she’s had sex with me, and loved it, but she’s older. She ... broke me in.”
Gerald cocked his head. “We’re going to have to talk,” he told his son.
“You can tell him anything you like,” Toby told Jeffrey. “He’s promised, and he will discover that it’s enough. We have to go. It has been a long day and tomorrow could be even longer. Keep Friday night open.” He waved at Amy and they headed home, leaving the Levines to talk.
Abby came through the door of Camilla’s cell bearing a tray. “I took the liberty of assuming that you might like to eat.” Tyrone hovered in the background, watching Camilla to see if she was going to get stupid, but she was busy smelling the rich aroma of the vegetable beef soup Abby had on the tray.
“You were right,” Camilla said, nodding. “What should I do for you?” She came up onto her knees, but tried to do nothing threatening.
Abby put the tray down, just out of Camilla’s reach. “Nothing. You’ll have done your job if you don’t cause me any trouble. I believe that you have the right to one more request.”
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