HC/Blackmail Evelyn investigate

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Current revision as of 04:29, 6 January 2016

'I can't believe it!' you say incredulously. 'You're getting another boner?!' The boy colours up. 'You really get turned on by this, don't you?'

'Maybe, but I don't enjoy it,' he says, shielding his crotch from your view. You laugh. 'Well you're going to have to do it anyways.'

He grimly puts down the cut hair onto the nearby table and gets back to work. You watch him cut. The tent in his trousers is still growing. You think back to the sight of him in that back room, jerking away at the thought of your step-mother. Your underwear is definitely damp at this point. You get up and walk over to him, walking around him like a hunter on the prowl. He catches your eye and blushes deeper.

'What do you like about her?' you ask. 'She turns you on, doesn't she?' You reach out and stroke Evelyn's face slowly.

'You'll wake her up!' he says, his voice sounding strangled.

'When she's like this?' you say. 'Not likely. When she's like this you could slap her in the face and she wouldn't even stir.' You know that for certain. 'You don't think I'd do this if I thought we were in any danger of getting caught, do you?' You watch him intently as you move your fingers lower, stroking her bosom through the rough hairdresser's cape. The boy is almost trembling. 'It's her tits, isn't it?' you laugh.

'No!' he says firmly, lowering his eyes and carrying on cutting. But his voice betrays him.

'Go on,' you say in a sing-song voice. 'I won't tell...'

He gives you an exasperated look. He can see you're not going to leave this alone. 'Fine,' he says. 'It's her tits.' He goes back to cutting. He looks almost sad, as if he'd just admitted to something shameful. You look down at your hand, still lying on Evelyn's breast. You cup it gently. You're feeling strangely excited.

Slip under the cape

See if you can help the poor boy out