Chapter 7

Wednesday June 1

Back home, and back in the work routine. Paris just started a new internship, and he’s working insane hours trying to make a good impression, so we haven’t been able to spend any time together lately. We usually get in a handful of texts over the course of the day.

Oliver came by my work and we talked during my break. He paid me a nice sum of money for my spy work so far.

“So Chloe claims to have saved the family’s wealth, and she says she’s slept with several of Marshall’s colleagues?” Oliver recapped. “Are we thinking sexual favors to get the board to approve the sale?”

“That’s what it sounds like to me, but it’s hard to know with that girl,” I said. “It could be a coincidence, or a bunch of lies.”

“Well,” he pondered, “if that were true it would it would be a slam-dunk finisher for the case. But we can’t ask about that in a deposition unless we’re sure. Do you think you can get a direct confession out of her? Names included?”

“Probably not,” I frowned. “Even if I could, how would that help you? Wouldn’t she just deny it?”

“Your statement would count for something, even Chloe later denied it,” he explained. “We could officially depose you. That might give us enough leverage to turn one of the conspirators against the others.”

“I’ll try to think of a way,” I said bleakly, “but I doubt I can get her to crack, short of seducing her for the information.”

I had thought it would be understood that that wasn’t an option, but Oliver gave me a look. “It is really important,” he said. “And it would be worth a lot. I can promise you $5000 if you can get her to confess it, with names. Maybe more.”

“I don’t think I could do that to Paris,” I said.

“I understand. Contact me if you find anything new out.”

Thursday June 2

Cory has deleted those pictures of her and my dad. Based on emails with her friend, she has decided to stop seeing him. Good choice, vapid little cunt.

Sunday June 5

Today was the first time I’ve been able to see Paris, even if only for a little while. He picked me up after dinner and we went back to his place.

Paris was quiet and brooding during the drive. “Work stressing you out?” I asked sympathetically.

“Yes,” he answered. “That and Chloe’s lies.”

“What did she lie about?” I asked.

“She said she watched a video of you doing some guy up the ass with a dildo,” he explained.

“Well, that wasn’t actually a lie,” I said.

“So you’re showing my sister your secret sex tapes and not me?” He grumbled.

“I can show you, if you want,” I offered.

“I don’t want to see it!” He snapped. “I’m not into that sick shit like ... Chloe is.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what name he was about to say.

We managed to change the subject and he told me about his job. He’s pretty excited about it, even though it’s clearly taking a toll on him.

“You know what would be a great stress relief?” I asked once we were alone in his bedroom. “A nice warm shower blowjob.”

“Thanks, but I just want to lie here for a little while,” he said, collapsing onto his bed.

And so we talked, and I massaged some of the knots from his muscles, although I couldn’t do much since he was face up. He really was hopeful about his new job, and his mood seemed to improve the more he talked about it.

I really wasn’t trying to touch him erotically, but when his dick got stiff I wasn’t going to just ignore it, so I unzipped his pants and pulled down the waistband of his underwear and started stroking him. I didn’t want to suck him right away because I was engaged in the conversation - I was asking him questions while he talked about his career trajectory and what it takes to climb the ladder.

I was caught totally off-guard when he came, right in the middle of talking about the view from his boss’ corner office. Semen went flying everywhere: on my shirt, in my hair, on his pants, and all over the bed.