Owning a Dominant Bitch (By: Rebelman)

Chapter 12

I told my Dad everything. I relayed the story of the how Katy, Diane, and I had become a threesome and all the events up until today with Wendy. I didn’t leave anything out, including the part where I snuck out of the house to go to the club this past weekend.

Dad sat patiently and listened without interrupting. I was surprised at his lack of reaction to the things I was telling him, as I expected he would blow up and yell at me but it never happened. When I was finished he took a legal pad and began writing what appeared to be notes of what I had just told him.

“Has anyone contacted the police?” was his first question.

“No,” I had expected he would want to call them, “and I don’t think we…”

“Good,” he cut me off, “we don’t want them involved because, believe me, that girl’s life will be ruined if they find out.” I sat stunned at his response.

“Is there anything else?” his question snapped me out of my fog. I shook my head and he picked up the phone on his desk and began dialing, “ok, I will take it from here.”

“No!” I said a bit too forcefully, “This is my mess and I can fix it. I just need some help, not someone to take over.” Dad, slowly put the phone down and sat back in his chair.

“This situation has become more than a little problem,” he said evenly, “a girl’s future is at stake and there are adults involved.”

“I know,” I said, “but she came to me and I think I have it under control. I just need a few things to make it happen.” Dad contemplated my answer.

“Tell me your plan,” he said.

I laid everything out for him that I was thinking. We had access to Brittany’s computer, we just had to break in and delete the files with the virus. Once the blackmail evidence was destroyed there would be no hold over Wendy and it would all be over.

“Are you sure you thought of everything?” he asked.

“I think so,” I replied, “I’m just not sure if Brittany is also being blackmailed or if she is a partner with Frank at the club. I have to figure that out.”

“Why not just ask?” Dad said simply. He explained his logic behind being straight forward and I had to agree. If Brittany was in with Frank, she would call him immediately to tip him off, and we would know because of the jacked phone. I liked the idea but reminded Dad that the phone was disconnected right now.

He pulled out his wallet and retrieved a credit card along with several $100 bills. He put those on the desk and then opened a drawer and took out a set of keys that I instantly recognized as belonging to my Chevelle. He slid them to me across the desk.

“The credit card has a $10,000 limit,” he said. He noticed my reaction and continued, “That’s a limit, not a goal. Use what you need and let me know if you start getting close to maxing it out.” I couldn’t imagine spending that much money.

“It will go faster than you think,” he said as if reading my mind, “and where are you going to find some more muscle to help with this? Don’t tell me your geek friends are all you have, I don’t think they are going to be much help if it comes to a fight.”

“I have a few ideas on that,” I said.

“Good, keep me up to date on what’s going on. I want you to check in with your Mom or me at least twice a day so I know you are ok.”

I got up to leave, taking the money and credit card. I had a lot to do and I didn’t think it would be long before Brittany called with a new meeting. I thanked him for helping me and walked to the door.