Dick leaned back, considering her words. Jada was confident, sure. Beautiful, athletic, with a powerful social presence. But everyone had a weakness, and once you found it, once you pushed them to the edge, they fell like anyone else. Jada's self-worth was wrapped up in her allure, her ability to control those around her with her looks, her charm. To strip that away would leave her with nothing.
"And what do I get out of this?" he asked, eyes sharp as he watched Emily closely. "I mean, I'm all for the fun of it, but you're asking for something big here."
Emily looked at him, her lips curling into a sharp, amused smile as if the question was so ridiculous it didn't even warrant an answer. "Why, big brother," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence, "of course, a tight pussy attached to smoking hot Jada." Her eyes gleamed, daring him to challenge her logic.
Dick didn't flinch. He leaned in closer, his voice low and edged with amusement. "For your information, I don't go sticking my cock in every pussy spread before me, little sis," he said, his tone almost playful but carrying an unmistakable undertone of warning. "Although, it might surprise you."
Emily shrugged, clearly unfazed. "You could've fooled me," she shot back, her tone dry. She didn't care about his standards, or his so-called principles. She only cared about results. That much was obvious.
He tilted his head, watching her closely, trying to figure out just how far she was willing to push this. "I'm serious, Emily," he continued, his gaze steady. "What's in it for me?"
Emily met his stare without blinking, her smile never faltering. "What do you want?" she asked, her tone was both challenge and amusement. "Name it."
She didn't even consider warning him about not asking anything sexual from her. Emily had long realized what type of man Dick was. Even before his transformation, she knew his true nature, hidden beneath all those layers of fat and self-pity. She had wondered if that real Dick would ever come out, and when it finally did, she wasn't surprised. The cold, calculating side of him was always there, lying dormant, waiting for the right moment. He sat there—leaner, sharper, and far more dangerous than anyone else in their fucked-up family. His true self had finally emerged
Dick leaned back, a slow smile creeping across his face. He could see that Emily wasn't going to flinch. She had no limits, and the dark, calculating part of her had always fascinated him. Even as kids, she was the quiet one, the one who watched, calculated, and kept her moves hidden until it was too late for anyone to react. That cold, detached demeanor was exactly what made her so deadly. Now, she was offering him a challenge—a chance to break someone as strong as Jada, and she knew he wouldn't refuse.
"I'll take care of it," Dick said, his voice casual but filled with intent. "But this isn't for free. You'll owe me."
Emily didn't blink, didn't hesitate. "Fine," she replied, her tone clipped. "Just make sure when you take her down, she never gets up again."
Dick nodded, already piecing together his next steps. Emily rose from her seat, sliding her hoodie back over her head, her eyes flicking one last time toward Jada, who was still laughing with her friends. "Let me know when it's done," she said, not waiting for a reply as she turned and left the café.
Dick watched her leave, his fingers tapping idly on the table. He had never seen Emily show such direct interest in taking someone down before. Usually, she handled things quietly, leaving no trace of her involvement. This time, she wanted it loud, public, and final. It was clear Jada had pushed her too far.
He let out a breath, pushing his chair back and standing up. He glanced one more time at Jada, who was now heading toward the exit with her friends. She had no idea what was coming. No idea who she was about to cross paths with.
There were many ways to destroy someone like Jada, but the key was patience. Emily wanted her broken, not just humiliated. It had to be a slow burn, something that chipped away at her confidence and left her desperate by the end. Dick could already picture it—her laughter turning into pleading, her strength crumbling until she was nothing more than another puppet in his hands.
Walking to his car, Dick grinned. "Let's meet with Jada."
Sliding into the driver's seat, he pulled out his phone. Setting up the initial encounter wouldn't be hard. People like Jada loved attention, especially from someone who seemed to match her energy. He was sure she'd be open to a little flirtation. After all, her confidence came from being desired, from knowing people wanted her. Dick was going to feed that until she was hooked.
He tapped into social media, scrolling through her profile. There she was—perfect smile, surrounded by friends, always looking like she owned the world. Her captions were full of cocky energy, like she knew she had everyone wrapped around her finger. Yeah, this wouldn't take long. Dick didn't need to play this fast; slow moves would break her far more effectively.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the pavement as Jada and her friends made their way down the street, laughing, carefree. They were dressed to catch attention—short skirts, tight tops, barely covered as they strolled, soaking in the warmth of the day. Their voices, a a blend of giggles and exaggerated stories, filled the air around them as they enjoyed their little outing.
Dick drove past them slowly in his McLaren, the low growl of the engine turning heads as it always did. He let the engine rev a little as he pulled up next to them Jada's head turned first, her eyes immediately drawn to the sleek lines of the car, and then to the man behind the wheel. She wasn't the only one. The other girls in the group quickly followed her gaze, their chatter dying down as the car came to a stop next to them.
Dick slid out of the driver's seat, casually straightening his jacket as he stepped onto the sidewalk. All eyes were on him now. "Do any of you know where I can get a decent drink around here?" he asked, his tone smooth.
Jada's friends exchanged glances, a few of them immediately stepping forward, eager to offer their suggestions—or more. One of the girls, a petite brunette with too much makeup and a skirt that barely covered her thighs, giggled as she sidled up to him, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I know a place," she said, her hand brushing against his arm. "I could take you there, if you want. We could have a drink together."
Her friend, a tall blonde with legs that seemed to go on forever, quickly jumped in, not wanting to be outdone. "Yeah, or we could all go," she added, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she smiled up at him, clearly trying to gauge his interest. "Make it a party."
Jada had yet to speak, but Dick didn't give her a glance. He was busy entertaining the blonde and the petite brunette, who clung to him like they'd just won the lottery. He smiled at the group of girls, his charm effortless. "Sure, the more, the merrier, right?" he said smoothly, turning toward his car. "Let's go."
The blonde wasted no time, rushing to claim the passenger seat as if she owned it. She slid in with a wide grin, her legs crossed provocatively. Meanwhile, the petite brunette pouted, her eyes darting around the car for another seat, but there was none. She looked up at him, feigning innocence with a playful giggle as she made her way over to his side of the car.
"No other seat," she said, her voice teasing, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Without waiting for permission, she straddled him, her body pressing against his as she situated herself in his lap. "Do you mind?"
Dick's lips curved into a grin as he glanced down at her, his hands resting casually on the steering wheel. "Not at all," he murmured, his voice low enough to send a shiver down her spine.
Jada's eyes flicked toward the scene, her smile faltering for a brief second, but she said nothing, hanging back as the rest of her group walked towards the blonde. The engine roared to life, and Dick revved it just enough to make everyone around feel the power vibrating through the vehicle. The blonde and the petite brunette both squealed.
One of the girls who couldn't get a seat looked sullen. "Jemmy, it's not fair. At least scoot over for me," she whined, her voice dripping with irritation.
Another chimed in from the back, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, how about us?"
Jemmy, the blonde now comfortably settled in the passenger seat, flashed a smug smile, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "We can't all fit, genius. We were going to Brickstone anyway," she said, referring to the bar where all the high schoolers hung out, trying to act older than they were. "Meet us there, okay?"
Jada's expression darkened as she stared at Jemmy. Jemmy had a habit of hogging the spotlight, and right now, she was playing her usual game of trying to monopolize Dick's attention. Jada wasn't just going to let it slide.
She didn't say a word, though. Instead, she watched as the rest of the girls reluctantly agreed to meet at the bar later. They weren't going to pass up the chance to be seen with Dick either, but they were smart enough to know when to bow out, at least temporarily. Still, Jada wasn't going to wait around for scraps.
"Let's head to Brickstone then," Dick said, revving the engine. He glanced at Jada briefly through the rearview mirror, catching the fire in her eyes just before she turned away, hiding her expression.
The petite brunette on Dick's lap shifted, her back pressing against his chest, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air. She arched her back slightly, her skirt riding up higher until the lacy edge of her panties peeked out, teasing the growing hardness beneath her.
Her breath hitched as she felt the bulge beneath her, but she didn't say a word. Instead, she leaned into him further, her body melting into his lap like she was trying to get as close as possible. Her hands rested on his thighs, her fingers lightly tracing circles on the fabric of his pants, her legs slightly spread, as if daring him to do something about the space between them.
"You're quite the driver," she purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction. Her fingers trailed down his arm, her hips pressing more insistently into his lap. "Think you can handle more than just the car?"
Dick smirked, not bothering to respond. His hand moved from the wheel briefly, brushing her thigh as he shifted in his seat, adjusting his position. The car accelerated, the growl of the engine growing louder as they sped down the road.
Jemmy, not one to be outdone, leaned over from the passenger seat, her hand resting on his arm as she shot the brunette a challenging look. "Careful, Hannah," she teased, her voice low and sultry. "You're not the only one here."
As the neon sign of Brickstone came into view, Jemmy glanced out the window, her expression smug as she noticed the crowd gathered outside. High schoolers trying to act older than they were, clinging to the bar's dim lights and cheap drinks as if they held the key to adulthood. It was their little sanctuary, a place where they could play pretend.