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Introduction:

Jordynn pays off her debt...at least for the moment -

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“Too bad paid blowjobs are..damn…illegal,” I said to Jordynn, “Otherwise you’d have a Helluva - lucra*-oh-man*… lucrative career.” I said, and I meant it. The way she worked her lips along my shaft, tickled the head with her tongue, then deep-throated was a real skill. Feeling the back of her throat with my dick’s head was really nice, but the Gwah-ck – Gwah-ak slurpy sounds she made really did the trick. Holding her head, I could see my dick head pushing out on her cheek when I unloaded right at the 8 minute mark. Jordynn made several struggling “MMPH!” noises, but I held tight and dumped it, although admittedly it was in her cheek, and not down her throat…not that I expected her to swallow my goo. “Open your mouth and show me my load” I told her, and she obliged. I handed her the robe and let her spit it out, but thought it a waste. Sometimes I am just too nice.

As the Uber driver pulled in, she had finished wiping her face, and grumbled “Tomorrow we end this, you son of a bitch”

“ends when I say so, and not before, and a lot of that depends on the judge tomorrow, so keep that in mind. Your actions got you here, so remember that while you’re at it.” As she started to open the door, I forced it closed, and said, “I don’t recall you asking to leave.”

She stared at me with total-bitch ‘eat shit’ eyes for about 10 solid seconds, then said, “May I leave?”

“Tomorrow at eight” I replied, then jerked the door open and simply said, “Now get the fuck out.” I took a good hot shower and then checked the thumb drive. Our whole time was recorded, & in quite good detail, so I stretched out and felt on the top of the world, as I drifted off to a well earned sleep.

The bungalow was quite close to the office, so I was there when Jordynn pulled up, 20 minutes late as I expected, but still there was time. I held the door for her, and gave her a chippy “Good Morning!”, to her complete bitch-look. As we passed Sandy at her desk, I verified that we were on time, then pointed Jordynn into my office. Sandy being here gave her comfort I was sure. If she only knew.

“OK Jordynn, here’s how it is,” I told her, holding her case’s legal folder. “You tortured me for more than two decades, so one night hardly seems a fair trade.”

“Damn you, Johnathan Roberts,” she said hatefully, “Damn you…” Looks like someone was feeling aggressive today.

“Look woman,” I retorted, “With the ‘love notes’ you wrote, the worst I can get is a reprimand from the bar, and the requirement to go to sensitivity training. The pics from yesterday sent to David will kill that relationship, so think before you act.” I held the recordings from last night. Seeing her cross her arms, huff loudly, and look away, I continued. “Good chance that the judge will put David in a program, there may be little to no Prison time, so it appears that your ‘investment’ in me is about to pay off.”

Jordynn stared at me, and allllll-most smiled. “well that is one bright spot,” she remarked, “So it’s over?”

“Let’s go see the judge” was my only response.

At the hearing, the judge directed David into a pre-incarceration program, which was good news for all. He shook my hand vigorously, thanking me, and several times repeated apologies for the past. The bailiff came and took David off for his last bit of paperwork processing. Jordynn was seated on the first row, just behind me, so I turned my chair to face her.

“it IS over.” She beamed. Her statement referring to much more than the hearing.

“Well, mostly, “ I responded. “remember, the judge specified that he will have several weekends that he has to be at the jail or doing some form of community service. The first one or two of those will be overnight at the jail.”

“It IS over!” Jordynn replied, hissing.

“Well, perhaps.” I replied. “One other thing I had not mentioned. You & David have agreed to a police ‘interview’. Now I see that for all these years, you and Jessica are still BFF’s, even after that whole prom-thing. Now just because you didn’t get caught with drugs doesn’t mean you aren’t doing them.”

“Hey what if I do?” Jordynn asked, “I’m not on trial.”

“No, but I know Jessica, your cousin, does them too.” I responded, “So here is what you’re going to do. I want you to give them Jessica Perry; you are going to set her up, and you are going to make it easy for them. Then, you’re going to direct Jessica to see me.” I finished with a knowing stare.

“Now why would I do that, especially to my best friend & COUSIN?” Jordynn said indignantly.

I smiled as I could see David coming down the hall towards us, cops in tow. “In 4 weeks, David will be on an overnight, remember? I’m going to stretch someone’s asshole that night. The choice between your butthole or Jessica’s butthole is completely up to you.”

The old saying that Revenge is a dish best served cold is not correct. In my experience, it’s a dish best served at the Coombs Inn bungalow #13, with some lube in your pocket.

EPILOGUE

Four weeks later, to the day, my Porsche pulled in to the Coombs Inn bungalow.

“here is where you prove your commitment” I told her.

She sighed, and hung her head. “Is this the only way?” Jessica Perry asked, “If I could take it all back, I swear…”

“We all swear,” I replied. “and you can’t take it back, so that means nothing. You just say the word, and we’ll let you take your chances with the court-appointed attorney, or you can pay my standard rate of $800/hour with a $2000 retainer fee up front.”

She looked out the window a moment, and took a deep breath. “I don’t have that kind of money,” Jessica said, & with a tear finished by adding “So let’s go.”

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