Page 14 of White Hole

CHAPTERFOUR

GEORGE

Princess Leia gaveme a free hour by dipping out of our tutoring session early. That gave me plenty of time to make it to Springfield. Using my navigation system inSerenity, I found the seedy motel Gianna picked. It was hidden behind an abandoned discount goods store, set in the same cracked asphalt lot.

Showing up earlier than the time she specified allowed me to check out my surroundings for an ambush. There were a few cars parked in front of the rooms, but overall, the place was abandoned. I was sure Gianna had planned it that way. Watching a green Mercedes pull up, I finished my protein shake and waited for her Jessica Rabbit figure to exit.

Gianna had no business wearing a red velvet dress to a place like this. Her dyed auburn hair fell long over her back as she glanced around to find me sitting in my truck. Painted red lips smiled seductively as I jumped out.

“Well, hello, handsome.” Her long fingernails scratched me as her hand grabbed my arm, rubbing her thumb gently over my irritated skin.

“Let’s get this over with.” With her hanging onto me, I marched to the room she had written on the note. Gianna pulled out a key with a plastic keychain attached and opened the thin wooden door.

Two queen beds with floral covers that had seen better days sat in the middle of the room. There was a small Formica table near the window with rolling wicker seats. The back of one had been popped out. A faux wood dresser was on one side of the room with a cracked mirror but held a new flat-screen TV.

Gianna sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs so her short dress rode up her thighs. I chose the wicker chair. Lifting my eyebrows, I waited for her to start. When she didn’t and began sliding one of her high-heeled feet toward my lap, I spoke. “What do you want, Gianna?”

“Don’t be so harsh. Is that any way to treat your old lover?”

Shaking my head, I looked down. She and her amber musk made me ill.Lover. I could spit at the word. “You’re blackmailing my father. I don’t know what it’s about, and I don’t want to. I’m not involved in his dealings. You can leave me out of whatever you’re planning. I don’t have any money.” There. That was probably the most I’d ever spoken to her. And now I was done.

“Oh, baby boy. You’re so innocent. I love it.”

I wasn’t. Not anymore. Not after her.

“Let me tell you a story,” she said. “There once was a young man who was so upset after losing several rounds of poker that he drank a fifth of vodka before leaving the casino on the river. After getting into his car, he realized he couldn’t see straight, but didn’t care. As he drove, he slid into a little car that had a high school girl in it. One with a bright future ahead of her. Poor thing wanted to be a surgeon and was a star tennis player. But the young man knew he would be in a lot of trouble for driving drunk, so instead of stopping to help the girl, he drove away and called his father… the mayor… Who called your father… the chief of police.”

My neck started to sweat. “So?”

“Your father helped Mayor Grant take care of the problem. His policemen were ordered,by him, to destroy the evidentiary videos from the traffic lights that night. And some smart cookie got that conversation on audio recording. Who was that?” She sat back. “Oh! That wasme!”

“So why not blackmail Mayor Grant?”

“Because I only have your father’s voice recorded.” She shrugged, her shoulders coming up almost out of her dress, revealing more of her expensive cleavage.

“What does any of this have to do with me?”

“Well, you see, Georgie.” She leaned forward and crept her fingers up my thigh as she smiled, bright ruby lips spreading across her white teeth. “I don’t want money from you.” Her hand latched onto my soft, thick cock, laying on my thigh. She squeezed. “I want something I’ve been missing.”

“No.” I stood up.

“Or else…”

I started to walk out, but paused. My shoulders dropped. “Or else, what?”

“Or else I reveal your father’s secrets. The mayor wouldloveto take him down. Your family name would be ruined, but that’s not what would bother you, I know. Your father would cut off your mother. She is poor now, but she’d become destitute. You and Dan’s tuition would evaporate. And,” she faked a sniffle here, “Widdle Aaron would be sent to foster care because your mother can’t get custody.”

“Icould take care of Aaron.”

“Oh? Take care of an opioid addict? You home to watch him, or would you be off at that playboy mansion you call a fraternity house? Give up your useless degree to get a job at a fast-food restaurant? And what about Dan? Would he give up baseball? Would the three of you make a happy family?”

She smirked as I sat back down. Then she continued, “But that’s not the kicker. IknowMayor Grant.” I was sure her vagina knew him well. “And Iknowwhat he would do if it was revealed that your father covered up this crime. He would make your father take the blame, and he would frame your family. Where were you that night, Georgie?”

I shook my head, not understanding her meaning.

“Were you at home with your friends, raping your poor stepmother and stepsister with your fat cock? Or were you out driving drunk?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

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