A/N: This is chapter 24. As was indicated in the last chapter's notes, there would be sexual content to fulfill one of my reader's private requests that I add a little spice. If reading such content is not your thing, you might want to skip portions of this chapter. As usual, thanks for the reviews and PMs. -Carly

-24-

Fenton Hardy positioned his camera lens on the dashboard and peered through the viewfinder.

"How is the view, dad?" Frank asked. Fenton glanced over to the passenger seat and gave an affirmative nod.

"Good. We have an unobstructed view of the rooms. We should be able to catch a clear shot of anyone who goes in or out."

They sat in Fenton's SUV in a parking lot that was adjacent to the Sands Motel. They had arrived early to case the motel location. They needed to ensure they could find a discreet vantage point for their surveillance.

"Keep your eyes open, son. These people are clever enough to not get caught so far. They may be checking out the area to ensure this is no kind of sting."

"Sure, dad." Frank looked around the area. The Sands Motel was an older single-story structure. It sat on the east end of town in what was primarily a residential area. "So, why do you think they gave Chet three random small towns to pick from for the meeting?"

"Probably to avoid being pinpointed to a single town. I wouldn't be surprised if the contact doesn't reside in any of these towns. They could be 50 miles in either direction. The kidnapper himself could be anywhere in a 150-mile radius, if not more. The misdirection potential is vast. But if you want my gut instinct, I'd say the party is probably in a 25-mile radius."

Frank looked out the window. After observing nothing particularly remarkable he reached for his water bottle. He took a long drink and stretched his neck against the headrest.

"Almost forgot how fun stakeouts can be." he commented.

"Well, you could have stayed at the resort. Maybe process some of the subjects with Iola and Callie. It might have been more exciting." Frank grunted and gave his father a weary smile.

"Cal would have liked that." Fenton smiled briefly as he looked out the window.

"Maybe if you regress her back about ten years. The two of you would have a fine time then."

"Perhaps another time. Another life." his son commented quietly, taking another drink. Fenton gave his son a sideways glance.

"Well. You two try to get along. Anyway, it might be logical to assume that when Chet and Aimee arrive, they may me under watch from the outside. Perhaps to be initially evaluated. Someone could be out here the same as us. They could feed preliminary data to those in the room." Frank looked uneasily around.

"I suppose that is possible, dad. There are various homes and buildings close by in which to maintain a position without being obvious." Fenton nodded as he looked through the camera.

"It's anyone's guess, really. But, we have to assume they are smart enough not to get caught. They are probably well armed and if they even smell law enforcement there could be trouble. Or at the very least, the inability to gain access to the game." Frank looked out his window and at the surrounding areas. The homes were all well worn clapboard or older brick homes. The whole area was clearly indicative of the poverty that many of the inhabitants resided in.

"I hope Chet can be convincing. I worry about him. He hasn't been in this type of work in years. And he is personally involved."

"Well, he has been in some tight spots in the past. Hopefully, some of the experience comes back to his mind and he can keep focus. He knows what's at stake."

"He should. I don't know. He seems prone to distraction." Fenton Hardy smiled to himself as he focused the lens on his camera.

"Is this distraction about 12 years younger and rather fetching?" Frank's eyebrows went up. A faint smirk played around his lips. His father could usually hone in on something with even the vaguest of clues.

"Well, it did seem obvious when we were there. She was wearing his shirt and he was barely dressed." Fenton issued his son an amused sideways glance.

"Well, son. It seemed like they were asleep and we woke them up. Just because she had his shirt on doesn't necessarily prove they were being intimate." Frank shrugged.

"Seems like they were up to something. Her bed wasn't even slept in. I just wonder if Aimee is playing a game on Chet. Perhaps initiating some near intimate thing. Then can later go back to Cal and claim his was disloyal to her." Fenton rolled his eyes.

"Son, if you want to split that hair again, perhaps you should consider the reality. Callie has been disloyal to Chet for over a year now. Do you think that Callie would get much from such a manipulation? I mean especially when you consider that the woman he was allegedly being disloyal with is the very same woman that Callie is guilty of the same offense. I have spent some time with Aimee. I do not get the sense that she would play such a game. If in fact she and Chet are indeed experiencing something between them, I suspect it would be something that resulted from legitimate feelings between the two. I am not suggesting that is necessarily the case. If they were sharing a bed the other night, there is just a chance that maybe the two were alleviating a case of stress or loneliness. These feelings are obviously very high on the list during such an emotional time. But, I feel you are thinking something seedier is at hand. Your commentary to Chet that night and then to Callie clearly suggest you feel there is something going on. But, is it really your place to bring that to light? Especially without any real proof?"

Frank knew he had it coming. His father's words were quite valid. His irritation with him was warranted. Frank knew it was wrong of him to offer commentary to Chet and Callie. They had enough going on. Taking shots at this vulnerable time was not good form. Even if he may have personally suspected there was something going on.

"I suppose you're right, dad. It's not my place to air my personal opinions. Especially at this time. And without valid proof. I just don't want to see Cal get burned." Fenton grunted.

"Son, if Callie is to be burned, one must at least consider the reality in that she at least helped build the fire which burned her in the first place. Taking this approach will not gain you any ground. It will further alienate Callie from you. Which I know is not your goal." Frank took a long drink from his water bottle and sighed.

"It's that obvious, huh?"


Reese ran a finger along his lower lip. Sure enough, there was blood on it. He knew there would be. He had tasted it. He regained his breath as he looked down at the bed. A thin girl with long dark hair was laying on her stomach nude. She had either hand cuffed to the bedpost in both corners. She had managed to use one of her of free legs to kick backwards just moments before. Her heel had caught him in the mouth. He exhaled slowly.

"There was one simple rule, Miss. Emma. And that was to obey!" His voice was tense and stressed. The girl shook her head back and forth violently. She tried to look over her shoulder at him.

"Obey?! You psycho! You just raped me...again! Feel lucky I couldn't reach you with my hands! I'd claw your eyes out. You sick fuck!" Emma fought her restraints to no avail. Her hands were bound by heavy handcuffs and the bed frame was steel.

His eyes narrowed. He quickly slid back into his pants, then retrieved his pistol. He walked deliberately to the front of the bed so she could see him. He drew his weapon around her face and placed the barrel against her temple. Emma's eyes quickly darted towards the gun and her lip began to quiver. She remained silent.

"You don't have anything to say now, you little bitch? After I went out of my way to give you so much pleasure. All you do is cry and groan. Then you violate the rule by striking out against me. Not obeying!" He hissed. His tongue ran along his enlarged lip and tasted the blood. "You know, you really aren't worth the trouble any more. You would have been someone else's problem to contain. But, you have been a little defiant bitch ever since I found you at that truck stop." She looked fearfully up at him. Clearly worrying about his anger and the fact his gun was digging more and more into the side of her head.

"I...I'm...sorry." she whispered. Tears streaming down her face as he pushed the gun barrel deeper into her skin. "I won.'t..."

"Stop!" He screamed back. "It's too late for you! You violated the rule. Because of this, you must pay! There is no going back! You disobeyed me. You have been very troublesome ever since you arrived. But, it will soon be over now."

"Please...Plea..." her voice rasped to silence as she saw the fury in his eyes. The vision of pure sadistic hate. He looked down at his watch, then back at her.

"As much as I'd love to finish you here, I have a better way. One which will teach you." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for several moments. He finally stepped back. After composing himself and his thoughts, he spoke. "I will come back tonight. We will take a little drive. And then we will take a walk in the woods." Reese's lips cracked into a sickening smile as she looked back into his eyes with a terrified look.

"But...but...I can be good..." He shook his head.

"It's too late, love. Tonight will come soon. I suggest you say your prayers." He started to turn and walk away, but paused. He smirked down at her. "Oh, I forgot one little thing." She turned to look at him. Reese drew his hand back and swiftly sent it squarely into her mouth. She grunted in pain as her head flipped to the side. Her lip began bleeding profusely. Reese smiled down at her. "Until tonight, love."

Emma started weeping uncontrollably as he exited the room.


"Got the cash?" Chet asked as they traveled along. Aimee looked back from the passenger seat, rolling her eyes.

"That's the third time you asked, Walt. Yeah, I have $22,500 in my bag. There is more under the seat." Chet nodded.

"Extra guns?" Aimee nodded.

"Yeah, a shotgun in the trunk. A couple pistols in the glove box. Plus, the pistol in my purse. And of course, your gun. I hope I don't have to use mine. That ten-minute lesson you gave was informative. But I doubt I'd be much good if I actually have to point it and shoot at anyone." Chet smiled tensely.

"More for show, Brandy. They will probably take ours away while they assure themselves we aren't the police. It's good to have backups in the car. Just in case. Aimee nodded. She looked pensively about.

"What do you think they will do to screen us?" Chet bit his lip as he guided the car along the curved road.

"I can't say I have any idea. Probably lots of questions while they scrutinize our responses. It's all about trust. Some questions I won't answer simply because I need to protect my interests as a trafficker myself. If you give full transparency to every question they are bound to ask, it would give us away quick."

"Makes sense." She said. Aimee placed her left hand over his right one which rested on the shifter. Chet smiled as he looked down.

"You got your hand on my stick, baby." He quipped. Aimee giggled in spite of her nervousness.

"Oh, so now you decide to get flirty." Chet nodded.

"Yep. Cause I'm pretty much as nervous as you, sweetness." He glanced at her. "Plus, you look extra sexy wearing that outfit." Aimee managed to smile.

"Well, thank you, Walter. You look pretty hot in that outfit as well, I might add."

"Well, I am flattered. Which may make things easier when we get there. If you hang all over me, it should make the act more convincing. I imagine they are looking for a dynamic between us to ensure you we aren't just police partners."

Aimee looked down at her burner phone and smiled as she read through messages.

"Is that why we flirted by text on these burner phones earlier?" Chet nodded. He and Aimee planted some dirty messages to each other on their replaced phones.

"Yes. If they check the phones they will see we were being flirtatious. Perhaps even horny." Aimee giggled as she read.

"Well, I guess we kind of were, hun. But this part where I tell you I was so sad earlier when I got all worked up and couldn't finish. Well, that is kind of accurate. So, not like it was a complete lie or anything." Chet smiled and gave her a quick sideways glance.

"Well, sorry I had to be the gentleman and cut off the fun. But, truth be told I only cut that lap dance short because I knew where it would go quick if I didn't." Aimee looked down at her bright red fingernails she had painted before they left. It was a shade she wouldn't have otherwise worn. But she liked the image.

"These sexy fingernails must have pushed you to the brink." Chet grunted.

"Well, was more your very focused pelvic motions while sitting in my lap. But those new fingernails are pretty attention grabbing too." Aimee laughed and shook her head.

"I would so never wear this shade of red in real life." Chet's eyebrows raised as they drove along.

"Well, if this aint real life, baby, I'm not sure what is." He felt the nervous feeling in his stomach coming back the closer they got to their destination.

"Yeah, I'm tryin not to think about that part." Aimee said quietly. She, too, felt a disconcerted feeling as they drove along. The whole uncertainty. Not knowing who the person was that they were meeting. Not having much of any clue as to the wellness or condition of Maddie. But as hard as it was for her to constantly process those unknowns. She knew she had to if they stood any chance to succeed.

"Well, it will soon be showtime." Chet said and gestured to a wooden sign on the right side of the road. A weathered sign read: City Limit Marlboro. Chet observed the small storefronts that seemed sparsely occupied. "Yeah... city." he muttered. He was surprised that the town was still occupied. All the buildings and homes looked neglected. Aimee looked out the window uneasily as they passed a couple rough looking men standing in front of a storefront. They looked intently at their car as it drove by.

"I'm not crazy about this place. Especially with the cash we got on us." Chet nodded briefly.

"They'd probably kill us just for the car, sweetness. The cash would be a bonus. Those guys looked like the poster boys for why you don't do meth."

"Yeah, kind of picked up on that." Chet slowed down and looked about.

"Place is right around here somewhere."

Aimee pointed down the block.

"I think it's over there. Looks a lot like a motel style building." Sure enough a few moments later Chet drove alongside an older pale brick mid century building. An old neon sign at the corner of the lot read Sands Motel. Chet turned to circle the block.

"Well, this is it." He said, glancing over to Aimee. "Going to be ok with this?" Aimee closed her eyes and nodded.

"Yeah. these people have the key to Maddie. We have to do what it takes."

"Right." He eased the car into one of the parking spots in front of the building.


Fenton spied the car as it slipped into a parking spot in front of the motel.

He nudged his son who had been napping.

"Frank, they're here!" He said tersely. Frank's eyes blinked to life and he sat up.

"Wow. I was out. Sorry about that, dad." Frank picked up a set of binoculars off the floor and joined in watching the scene.

"They just arrived." Fenton said as he continued to look through the camera. "They are still in their car." A couple moments later the pair observed Chet and Aimee get out of the car. Frank looked intently at his friend, dressed in his vest, short pants and shooting glasses. Then to Aimee who was quite scantily clad. Frank smirked to himself.

"Well, now I understand why he's using the name Walter. Never thought I'd see my friend doing a John Goodman imitation." Frank's tone caused Fenton to crack a slight grin.

"Guess that would make you the Dude, huh?" Frank raked his fingers through his short dark hair, then smiled.

"Sorry, dad. I don't have the hair going on for that one. I am just surprised he is going for such a look. Walter and his hooker. Geez, that girl isn't leaving much to the imagination." Fenton Hardy grunted.

"Not wise to cast judgment, son. Besides, there was a time your own wife used to dress in a similar fashion." Frank nodded as he recollected such a time.

"True."

"Well, let's hope their contacts make an appearance." Fenton sat there learning forward keeping an eye to the viewfinder. He knew this could take some time, so he waited patiently.


Chet's eyes shifted back and forth as he and Aimee stood there before room 11. He had knocked on the door, but no one answered. Aimee looked up to him.

"What ya thinking, Walt?" Chet gave a brief shrug.

"They might be checking us out. Trying to get a read on us from a distance." He muttered tersely. Aimee's eyes shifted about.

"Should we be doing anything?" Chet shook his head slightly.

"No. I think we should be expected to seem a little apprehensive as well. I mean we could also be fearful that these people are cops. Let's just stay cool for now." Aimee leaned against the brick wall of the building and tied to appear somewhat relaxed.

The pair waited for another ten minutes. Just as Chet was preparing to consider that they may have frightened them off, his phone alert sounded. Aimee's eyes shifted immediately in his direction. Chet fished the phone out of his vest pocket and looked down at the message.

KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SIDE AND IN PLAIN VIEW AND WAIT.

Chet showed Aimee the message quickly then placed the phone back in his pocket. He allowed his arms to fall to his side. Aimee followed suit.

"Guess this is it." He whispered tensely. "They want to make sure we don't have our hands on a gun. Don't be surprised if they appear with concealed guns pointed at us. Just stay cool, Brandy." Aimee nodded casually and waited.

Five minutes later a pair of men appeared from the far end of the building. If they had arrived by car, they were doing their best to keep it concealed. One man appeared to be in his fifties and had an unkempt head of red hair. He wore a blue plaid flannel shirt and jeans. He was on the heavier side. His companion was tall and thin. He wore a baggy black hoodie, jeans and brown work boots. His hands seemed to be resting in the front pocket of his hoodie. The pair approached them swiftly. Chet and Aimee looked at them as they walked up. The man with red hair looked at them both intently. He breathed deeply.

"Keep your hands where they are. My friend here has you covered." Chet and Aimee noticed that his companions' hand was still in the baggy, low hanging hoodie. A decidedly pointed object stuck out into the fabric of the pocket in their direction. Chet gulped hard. He gave a sideways glance to Aimee, who was focused on the bulge. She smirked at the tall man.

"My, my. You have a big one, don't you?" She quipped with a brief perk of her eyebrows. The statement caught not only the pair a bit by surprise, but also Chet, as he suppressed his surprise. A moment later the thin man's face cracked a brief smile.

"Well, little lady, might have to show you some time. I'm sure you wouldn't be disappointed." Aimee returned a flirty look back. Chet shot her a sideways look.

"Down, girl!" He said gruffly. He wasn't expecting Aimee to have broken the ice. But determined it was probably a good idea.

The redheaded man smirked to his companion.

"Take it easy, Horton. I don't think our friend, Walter is a sharing type." His serious expression returned as he looked at the pair. "It is Walter? Isn't it?" He looked over to Aimee. "And Brandy?" Chet nodded.

"You got it. And you are?" Chet inquired, returning a deadpan expression prompting him to reply. The man's eyes scanned the pair again. After a moment he felt confident enough in his initial analysis that he could proceed.

"The name is Swanson. This here is Horton." He said gesturing to his companion. He took out a key. "I think we should take this inside. Remember to keep your hands in plain sight." Chet gave an annoyed nod.

"Fine." Swanson inserted the key into the door of room 11 and swung it open. There was no one else in the room. He gestured for Aimee and Chet to proceed in. The pair noticed how similar the room was to their own motel. Three chairs surrounded a large table. A nearby bed and dresser. The walls were covered in a dirty light blue paint. Swanson flipped on a light and gestured to the two.

"Stand there nicely." He advised as Horton shut the door. "If you would be so kind as to place your hands on your head." Horton removed a small revolver and handed it to Swanson. He then walked over to Chet and Aimee who had placed their hands on top of their heads. He proceeded to frisk Chet. He pulled the Sig Legion 9mm pistol from his shoulder holster, as well as his phone from his vest pocket. A set of car keys from the other. He took Aimee's small handbag that was hanging from her shoulder. He looked in the bag. He placed a small Walther PPK stainless pistol on the table. He took out a stack of $100 bills banded together with rubber bands. Then removed a cell phone. He placed all the items on the table for Swanson to see.

"Looks like this is all there is. Phones, guns and cash." Swanson looked down at it and nodded.

"Looks good. By looks are deceiving." He said as Chet and Aimee watched him. Swanson gestured for them to place their hands down.

"What now?" Chet prompted. Swanson returned a wry smile.

"Like I said, looks can be deceiving." Chet rolled his eyes. The manner in which Swanson spoke seemed almost like it was coming from a bad gangster movie from the 1940s.

"What does that mean?" Swanson looked at them both with a look of mild displeasure.

"Means you are ok on the outside. But let's make sure you aren't concealing any wires. If the two of you would give me some peace of mind. Kindly strip."

Chet and Aimee exchanged glances. They realized that in terms of being checked over to ensure they were not law enforcement, this wasn't really an unusual request. Chet nodded.

"Fine, but after you figure out we aren't cops, I'd like to get down to business." Swanson nodded.

"Sure, sure. Once we are sure you are clean and you are who you say, we can get down to plenty of business. And pleasure." Chet smiled to himself as he started to remove his vest. The guy's linguistic pattern was almost comical to him. Like some kind of cross between inbred redneck and Edward G. Robinson.

Aimee didn't relish the idea of stripping in front of a couple guys who seemed to be well on the lecherous side of life. But knew she had little choice. She took a breath and pulled off her tight crop. Her ample breasts fell from their restraints. Both Swanson and Horton seemed quite attentive. Aimee smirked at them.

"They meet with your approval, boys?" Horton nodded clearly approving by his expression. Swanson looked less impressed.

"Look fine, Miss. Brandy. But you're a little too old for me. You about 23? Yeah. Too old for me." Aimee felt sick inside. She suppressed her displeasure and dropped her cutoffs. Horton smiled again as he watched her.

"Nice landing strip." He commented of Aimee's narrow shaved strip of pubic hair. Aimee wanted to reach over and slap them both. Up to this point she had not looked over at Chet. She supposed she was trying to pay him the respect of not watching him undress. But she realized that this was probably not realistic in the setting they were in. She was also a little more than curious to peek. Even though the pair had shared a motel room and even fooled around a little earlier that day, she had never seen him undressed.

Aimee turned to her right to see that Chet was also very much as nude as she was. Their eyes met. Chet was clearly feeling a bit self conscious, but not trying to show it. After all, they were supposed to be portraying a couple with a very open and liberal sexual appetite. She slowly lowered her eyes over his rather muscular chest which was on the smooth side. His midsection was definitely packing some extra padding. But, Aimee rather liked it. His pale skin was quite appealing. Her eyes finally dropped.

"Oh my!" she thought. Trying her best not to stare. "Definitely nothing to be ashamed of there, Walt!"

Chet's eyes looked down upon Aimee. Even though he had previously seen her topless, there was definitely something stirring him as he took her whole bare form in. In spite of the tense situation, he could feel himself getting a little aroused. Aimee's eyes widened a bit as she noticed his member attempting to stir to attention.

"I think they like each other." Horton commented as he watched them. Chet did his best to shake off his distraction with Aimee and his view shifted to the two men.

"Yeah, we do. So, if you are done shaking us down for electronics, let's get down to business. I got other things I need to be doing."

Swanson smirked. Then a devilishly sick idea crossed his mind. He smiled.

"Well, of course, Walter. We all have things to do. Time is most definitely money. But, as you can well understand in this business, we must know who we are dealing with. But, perhaps I can offer us both a solution. Since I noticed you and your other half clearly have matters you'd like to attend to."

"What might that be?" Chet asked with a curious expression.

"Well, now that I know we are not being recorded. I feel we can ask you some additional questions. But I can also allow you and your missus to get some of that much needed relief in the process."

"Ok. What are your questions. Keep in mind I have some of my own." Swanson nodded.

"Of course. All in due time. But first things first. Walter, why don't you take a seat." He offered with a gesture toward an upholstered chair which sat fairly low to the ground.

"Well, can I get dressed first?" He inquired. Swanson, smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Well, that would be counterproductive, Walter. Have a seat." He gestured again to the chair. Chet walked over and took a seat. He felt a bit uncomfortable in a seated position that didn't offer much to the imagination. But he realized that if he were to pass himself off as some kind of sexual deviant he couldn't exactly appear to be in discomfort.

"Ok, what are the questions you have?" Swanson shook his head and took a nearby seat himself. He looked over at Chet.

"Well, let's start the multitasking. And here is how we will play this." He looked over to Aimee. "Brandy, would you kindly come on over to Walt, and get on your knees, young lady? I'm sure you've been in that position a lot. But I have a nice way we can take care of that flash of sexual frustration I noticed between the two of you a minute ago. And it will also serve as a bit of an unorthodox lie detector while I ask old Walt a few questions." Aimee had been silent up till that point. But when Swanson had essentially spelled it out, she found herself a bit nervous. Chet was doing his best to not show any alarm either. But, the fact that Swanson had essentially directed Aimee to perform oral upon Chet was taking them both to task. Aimee knew her reaction could make or break their attempt to infiltrate the trafficker's circle of trust. It had also occurred to her that by asking her to perform a sexual act on Chet, and she complied, it would be very unlikely that they would be viewed as law enforcement. After all, police officers would definitely have their limitations on what they would do to pass themselves off. Having any kine or sexual contact would certainly be one of them.

Aimee proceed to walk over towards Chet. She glanced at Horton.

"Bet you like to watch, don't ya?" She asked with a feigned flirtation.

Horton Smiled and nodded.

"Oh, yeah." Aimee approached Chet. She looked down kindly at him. She could sense his anxiety. Not at the prospect of sexual contact with her perhaps. But definitely for the timing and conditions of such. She knew he was the type of guy who would have much preferred any contact between the two of them be unrushed. And a Lot more private than it was shaping up to be! She gave him an understanding look to suggest she knew how he was feeling. She was feeling very much the same. Aimee had never performed sexually in front of strangers. The idea was quite repulsing to her. Not that she had to initiate an intimate act with Chet. But that these two lecherous pieces of garbage would be watching. But these two were in a unique position of knowing who the kidnapper of Maddie Morton was. This granted them the ability to be pulling their strings like sick puppeteers.

Chet closed his eyes for a few moments as Aimee lowered herself to a kneeling position between his legs. He opened them and looked down. Aimee gave him a casual smile. Perhaps to simply suggest "Relax. It's just a blowjob. No doubt Callie has given you a few." Chet resolved that this was going to happen. He forced a smile and nodded briefly to her. He also knew that he was being scrutinized. This was no doubt Swanson's plan to ensure they were not law enforcement and a real couple at the same time. And wasn't it so nice he was going to be grilled with questions while such a beautiful woman as Aimee was going to perform oral on him for the first time.

Aimee heard Swanson clear his throat. She looked over her shoulder at him. He gave her an amused look.

"You don't need to file a flight plan, Miss. Brandy. I'm sure you know how to take off with Walter." He needled her. His words were definitely testing them to determine how intimate they really were. Aimee perked her eyebrows.

"Indeed I do. Keep in mind this is not an interactive show. You guys look, but don't touch." Swanson held his hands up slightly and gave her a look of mock respect."

"Yes, ma'am." Aimee turned back towards Chet. She knew she had to make it good. She was more than a little apprehensive. She didn't know how Chet would react. She also hadn't serviced a guy in a long time. She saw Chet's chest heaving up and down as his breathing increased. She ran her finger nailes along his inner thighs. A spot that almost any man in her past seemed to react well to. Chet was no different. Just having her fingers lingering so close to his genitals caused an almost immediate stir. He was more than ample to her when he was flaccid. But as the blood in that region started to pump, his member found itself at full attention within thirty seconds. In spite of the exploitative scenario that was playing out, Aimee found herself becoming very excited. She reached up and grasped his member. The action caused Chet to evoke a strong grunt of pleasure. Aimee proceeded to lean forward. She held him in her hand, gently stroking. Their eyes met. Aimee managed a devilish look as her eyes dropped back down. She could wait no longer. She dropped her head squarely into his lap and began a most aggressive oral assault upon him.

Chet, grunting steadily as Aimee's head bobbed up and down managed to look over to Swanson and Horton. Both seemed to be taking pleasure in watching. Perhaps also relaxing in the notion that they were less inclined to suspect the two were law enforcement.

"Looks like she knows what she's doing." Swanson observed. Chet managed to nod, doing his best not to react too much. But it was hard not to. Aimee was quite gifted with her abilities.

"Yeah. She has had a lot of practice over the years since I got her." Swanson's eyebrows raised a bit.

"Got her? Do tell." Chet grunted deeply as he placed a hand on Aimee's head to help quell her dynamic movements.

"Uhm, well, I picked up Brandy from a party who owed me money. It was back in Vegas about eight years ago. He knew I had a taste for such things." He groaned lightly as Aimee worked her hand in alternation with her mouth. "God, that's right, baby. You know how I like it." Aimee paused just briefly enough to let out a wicked laugh. Swanson looked on approvingly.

"How old was she back then, Walt?" Chet let out another deep grunt as Aimee took him deep.

"Oh... Uhm she was around 15. She was even gifted back then. But she has definitely improved over time."

"Yeah, I bet." Swanson remarked as he watched Aimee, who was clearly enjoying herself. He lowered his head to peer between her legs. "Damn, Walt. She is about to flood down there. Definitely an excited girl!" Chet managed to smile as he tilted his head back and felt Aimee's head slide up and down with a precision he had not known from any woman before.

"Yeah, I'm sure she is." He rasped. Swanson cleared his throat.

"Well, Walter. Let's move things along here. You say you are looking for yourself. But also, you are apparently moving product along. I mean as much as I'm sure you'd enjoy having a couple dozen for your own pleasure. I assume you are brokering." Chet did his best to concentrate. He nodded.

"Yeah, I'm maybe looking for a playmate for Brandy. Maybe two of them. But the rest are for an export deal."

"Who do you export to?" Chet managed to give a laugh.

"Hey, not all info is public. I tell you my connection, you cut me out. No thanks. But if you are wondering what the final destination is for these little bundles of pleasure, I can tell you that. They would end up in Dubai."

"Well, well." Swanson said with an air of surprise. "Looks like Walt has a ticket into the big leagues." Chet grunted deeply as he felt Aimee's tongue. Swanson tilted his head as he watched her. "My hat is off to you, Walt. I would have gone off in under a minute the way she goes down." Chet's eyes rolled in pleasure. But he wanted to tell Aimee to dial it down a bit. He felt his time was limited.

"Yeah, she's damn good." Chet said. Swanson gave a wicked laugh.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me. I know quality oral when I see it. So, tell me Walt, who is your captain?" Chet managed to open an eye and give him a serious look.

"Don't have any. Nor do I have a commander, chief or special agent in charge. Next question." Swanson smirked and nodded.

"How many products do you hope to get?" Chet grunted deeply.

"Hmm, well, like I said, maybe a couple for me and Brandy. Then up to 24 more. A bonus if at least a few of them are as pure as snow. And visually appealing. You have such product? After this test buy you mentioned, I want to deal with larger numbers. My end clients insist on variety. Ummm, yeah, baby!" He gasped as Aimee shifted down with her hands.

"Yeah, Walt. I can handle bulk purchases. But I don't deliver. Whatever we do business on will happen in this general area. You assume all risk with getting your products to the point of wherever you export them."

Aimee had been feeling an extended surge of pleasure as she worked on his erection. Everything about their interaction was pleasurable. Except for the fact they were in a room with strangers and trying to make a deal to buy exploited children. Aimee, for all her job was at that time, needed to focus on that simple task of pleasuring him. The fact that it was causing her immense pleasure as well was certainly of benefit. She did have a deep desire that the two men could be out of the room. Then she and Chet could escalate the pleasure to a new level. One other realization had struck her. As completely bad as the timing was. She was feeling how wonderful it was having him in her grasp. How she had missed having an interaction with a man. She knew there were many other scenarios where she may not have felt that way. Forced sex with a stranger. Or one of those horn dog younger men who were always hitting on her. But with Chet, things seemed quite different. Even though this encounter was forced and rather awkward if she were to think too much about it. She couldn't shake the fact that she was feeling incredibly turned on by it. She had hoped that maybe she and Chet could maybe revisit the intimacy at a more appropriate time.

"Yeah, I understand." Chet said as he closed his eyes and focused on how good Aimee felt.

"How long have you been exporting?" Swanson asked.

"About six years." Chet replied. "A couple years after I got Brandy I knew I wanted to know other forbidden girls. I guess I was in the right place at the right time. But I made a connection in Vegas who led me to my contract with those in Dubai."

"How many of our lovely USA models have you exported. Walt?" Chet thought for a moment as he tried to divide his attention.

"A couple hundred." Swanson nodded.

"So, why haven't I seen you on the site before?" Chet grunted. His attention was on Aimee, but Swanson was distracting him. He wished the guy would shut up for just a few minutes so Aimee could finish things up."

"I had a picker who lined up previous deals. Between that..." He gasped in pleasure. "And since most of those deals happened on the west coast, it's not a surprise you haven't seen me. But since my picker got himself pinched several months back, I've had to make other arrangements. Relocate."

Aimee's head took a renewed effort as she couldn't help but want to finish him. To get him there. She so wanted to touch herself. But with the men in the room, she couldn't bring herself to it.

"How long have you been on the east coast, Walt?" Chet's eyes remained closed as he concentrated.

"About eight months." He placed his hand back on her head.

"Where are you based?" Chet blinked several times, feeling her tongue lashing against him.

"Uh, Long Island. Hamptons." The words escaped Chet's mouth. He grunted. This time it wasn't so much from pleasure. He had made a slip. But, perhaps it wasn't a tragic one.

"The Hamptons? Not exactly the turf I'd figure you for, Walt." Chet gave a brief shrug.

"Hey, I make good money. Something says I have to have one of my houses in a slum? I have places in Long Island, Atlanta, and near New Orleans." Chet figured he could toss in a few distraction locations. It's not like they had his real name and could check real estate tax records. Swanson shrugged.

"It's a free country, Walt. Live where you want. If you have three places, you must be upcharging those in Dubai quite nicely. Again, Chet shrugged.

"They can afford it. If they want American girls, they will pay my price." Swanson smiled.

"True enough. Though I might have to revise my rates. If you are pulling big money." Chet felt it hard to concentrate.

"You know, I think we will go by your original range of price for the first 24. If we do business beyond that, then you can consider renegotiating. Don't yank my chain or I will go find someone else." Swanson considered the words and gave a brief nod.

"Well, fair enough. I will hold you to that though." Chet grunted and gave a slight nod.

"Good. Now, would you mind if Brandy takes this home? All your damn questions aren't helping me give her the reward she so deserves." Swanson grunted.

"Well, I tell ya what, Walt. I think you passed the test for now. I will tell Brandy that she can get up and dressed now, so we can work out some additional details on your first purchase." He cleared his throat loudly to get her attention. "Hey Brandy, sorry to stop the show, girl. But Walt and I need to talk business. I'm sure you two can hold things off till later?"

Aimee had been so into what she was doing that she didn't really want to stop. But, she also figured there may have been a reason. Psychological or otherwise which may have prevented him from orgasm. So, she resolved to stop as requested. She slowly lifted her head up. Her face was full of her own saliva that had accumulated from her aggressive technique. She gave Chet a brief disappointed look. To which he returned the same. But, he was glad it was over for the time being. At least he could now focus on the task at hand. Hopefully.

Aimee stood up, then gathered her clothes and walked to the bathroom. Swanson looked over at Chet.

"You can get dressed, Walt. I'm sure you and Brandy can party later." Chet was glad he could once again be clothed. But, he did suspect Swanson enjoyed his role of power. He was able to cut off the stimulation before Chet could focus and complete. Swanson obviously chose to do it in order to offer frustration. While Chet may have felt some physiological displeasure for not being able to finish, he was quite content in his mind. He slid into his clothes with great speed. His bruised dignity intact.

Chet returned to his seat. A few moments later, Aimee came out of the bathroom. She felt more composed, though a bit embarrassed as she reflected back upon her actions. She took a seat on Chet's knee, then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. She reclined back against Chet comfortably.

"So..." Chet looked over at the two men with a decidedly impatient look. "Are you now convinced we aren't heat?" Swanson looked at the two and gave a brief nod.

"Yeah, as much as I can be for now. So, are you prepared to take delivery within three days?" Chet nodded.

"Yeah. But when can I see the rest of your catalog? I'm not going to commit to pay premium pricing until I can see what you are offering." Swanson nodded.

"Yeah, I know that. You will receive texts with info, photos and some video after we have done the transaction for the first girl. The one in the picture you got. I assume she is suitable?" Chet nodded.

"Yeah, how old is she?"

"13 or 14. She has been well trained by her keeper. She plays well with older men... as well as women." He added with a perk of his eyebrow towards Aimee. She feigned a smile back. Chet bit his lip.

"I'm sure she will do for a start. But, my buyers are most interested in girls who aren't well trained. They would prefer as many who have never known a man's touch."

"We have some of those, I promise you." Horton spoke up.

"I hope so." Chet said with a firm but calm tone. "I have people to answer to. If I don't give them what they want, they know I'm not the only game in town." Swanson placed his hands in his pockets and leaned back in his chair, slowly exhaling.

"We got you covered, Walter. Are there any specific requests I can convey to the facilitation department?" The corner of Chet's lips curled up. He was doing his best not to reach over and pummel this piece of work to a pulp and demand to know where Maddie was. He instead nodded.

"Yeah, well you might imagine in a place like Dubai that there is a lack of true blonde haired women. So, any blondes that you can produce. Especially those that haven't been taken around the block, would indeed be welcome."

"Well, I think we may have something to make you and your clients happy. But she would be the top end of the range. 150 big ones, Walt. But she is something special and worth every penny." Chet tried not to overreact to Swanson's words. But they clearly indicated he was speaking of a specific girl. A blonde girl who was both a virgin and had been regarded by her captors as very appealing. Chet didn't need to be the prideful dad to know his eldest had it going on in that department. She was a slightly smaller version of her attractive mother.

"Sounds fine." Chet said with a smile. "You have any photos of her?" Swanson paused a moment, but then reached into his pocket for his phone. Chet's heart rate increased with anticipation. Swanson was apparently willing to show him a photo of the high end virgin girl. Swanson frowned when he opened up his phone's photo gallery. He shook his head sadly.

"Nope. Guess not. Sorry about that, Walt. It's using all these damn disposable phones. You know how that goes. But those pictures must be on my other phone. I just used this one to communicate with you." Chet tried to conceal his disappointment. He felt Aimee's hand run along his back. He cleared his throat.

Oh, yeah. Totally understand. Maybe if you remember, you can send me a look later." Swanson gave a casual nod.

"Yeah, I will see what I can do. Let's worry about the one you are depositing on today." He looked down at the stack of $100 bills. "I take it that is for me?" Chet nodded briefly and looked over at him.

"$22,500. When will you be anticipating delivery?" Swanson was not to be cornered into committing to a day and time. He shrugged indifferently.

"Relax, Walt. I will get back to you soon. Just be prepared to pick up on short notice. And have the balance due."

"No problem. We will be around." Swanson nodded then gave him a cold stare.

"One last thing, Walter. You two come alone. If you bring heat, there will be Hell to pay." Chet rolled his eyes.

"You still worried I'm a cop or some shit?" Swanson shrugged.

"Well you never know. But, even if you aren't and you have heat tailing you... And we get dragged in to your shit. I'm just sayin that I don't know you, man. If you are moving the type of product you claim, chances are you are on some agency's radar. So, even if you aren't one of them, I still don't need you bringing any of em to the party. Get what I'm saying?" Chet nodded quickly and waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't you worry about me, man. I'm no amateur. I've played the game a number of times and know how to watch my ass. When you are ready, we will be there."

"I hope so. For your sake. All goes smoothly, we can make some good cash all around." Chet finally rose from his seat and nodded. He stepped over to the table and picked up his phone and placed it into his vest. He handed Aimee hers and retrieved their guns. He holstered his, then looked to Swanson.

"Swanson, make sure we hear from you. I don't like having my time wasted or getting shook down. It doesn't end well." He gave the two men a serious look. They remained calm. "Are we done, now?" Swanson took out his phone.

"Pretty much. One last thing." He held up his phone and snapped several quick photos of them. "I needed some photos so we can do our own diligence. The ones I took a few minutes ago didn't exact qualify as profile photos. Much as I am sure Horton will be enjoying his photos of Brandy's nice peach sticking up in the air while she was doing her thing. You can understand the facilitator would like to know who is buying from him." Chet was irritated, but gave a brief shrug.

"Fine. Just keep them on the down low." He contemplated taking his own photos of the two men, but figured Fenton would probably be taking care of that anyway. There wasn't any point in getting them nervous. Swanson nodded.

"That's fine." He gestured towards the door. "Good to go. I'm sure you two have other things to tend to." He said with a smile creasing his lips. Chet gave Aimee a smile and nodded.

"For sure, Swanson." He said gruffly and reached around and gave Aimee a strong goose from behind. She squealed briefly, not expecting him to have done that.

"Come on, Walt baby." She cooed. Chet smirked to the two.

"Gentlemen. Till we meet again." He said and slapped Aimee's ass. "Come on, you little filly. You got work to do." The pair exited the room.


Fenton Hardy immediately started snapping photos when he saw the door to room 11 open. He saw Chet and Aimee come out.

"They are coming out." Fenton said tensely. "Thank God." Frank picked up his glasses and peered through them.

"What about the other two?" He inquired. Fenton started to shake his head, but stopped.

"Yeah. Here they come." He started shooting photos again in rapid burst mode. He watched as the pair quickly walked along the front of the building and soon disappeared around the left corner.

"Do we follow them?" Frank asked, setting his glasses back on the floor. Fenton shook his head.

"No. This town isn't big enough to tail them effectively without risk of detection. I wish they had parked in the motel lot. We could have potentially placed a tracker under the car. But no way to determine where they parked since we didn't see them arrive."

"So, that's it for now?" Fenton nodded.

"Yeah. Let's get these photos back to the hotel and see if we can run a make. I'm sure we will hear from Chet and Aimee soon enough."

"Sounds good."


Chet and Aimee made their way back to Mountain Falls. Their trip had been silent. They had not even as much as looked at one another while in the car. An unspoken uncertainty between them.

The pair walked quickly through the door into their room. Chet flipped on the bedside lamp and the room filled with a soft yellow glow. He turned, finally coming face to face with Aimee. Their eyes met. It seemed to only take a moment before both found themselves acting upon their newfound mutual attraction. Their lips met with passion and not even the slightest indication of inhibition. After their longest kiss yet, Chet grabbed Aimee's small frame and flung it on to the nearby bed. He immediately jumped on the bed himself. He looked down at her as his head hovered just centimeters over hers. Their eyes again met.

"I want you." he said with conviction. Aimee's eyes closed.

"About time..." she cooed. A smile creasing her lips.