So the whole thing between the Newcrest and Windenburg gangs ended rather suddenly. I got some good stories out of it. I made sure not to make Pedro look bad. But judging how he was walking around a free man still, the feds had nothing on him, anyway. The timing was good for me professionally, because shortly after, Midsummer came around. Midsummer is another one of the big holidays for the Chestnut Swingers. Charlotte always hosts, because it's the one day a year she frees up her house slave for use by anyone else who wants him.

 

 

And, believe me, everyone wanted him.

 

 

I witnessed him get worn out at least twice. First, he was in a foursome fucking Grace while Charlotte was getting railed by Noah.

 

 

Then he got grabbed by Meg and Flora for a threesome.

 

 

I bet that kid slept for a week after that gathering.

 

Anyway, about the timing. During Midsummer festivities, I was chatting with Grace, and happened to be telling her about my investigation into this pervert administrator for Britechester, and she said to me that she had a new girl, only 18, who had just moved here from out east, and had confided in her about how she'd been abused by her academic advisor. She put me in touch with her. Her (stage) name was Lucy Blu.

 

 

And she had recently moved to the West Coast with her boyfriend, Joe.

 

 

They were hoping to break into porn together. Joe was still 17, for a few more weeks, at least, so they had to wait a little longer to do it properly.

 

 

He said they were planning on a flip-the-script kind of entrance. Instead of the experienced guy introducing the teen girl to sex on her 18th birthday, Lucy would be the popular girl or cheerleader or whatever taking his virginity. He said they hadn't figured out the details yet, but were toying around with her being the older step-sister home from college to celebrate his birthday. Did I think that would fly?

 

 

I think sex sells, no matter what, I told him. But I really wanted to talk about Bertie.

 

Lucy admitted that Bertie was her first. He started fucking her when he was her academic advisor, and she was only 15.

 

 

Joe was admittedly uncomfortable during some of this conversation. Hell, so was I.

 

 

But we had to get it down. Lucy agreed to go on the record. That was one down, finally.

 

 

Joe didn't like it, but he'd support Lucy, whatever she decided.

 

 

So I was on my way, finally, on this story.

 

And now, I was stalking this Humber guy every chance I had to go out east. He seemed like a respectful guy. Had a fiancée. Even owned a dog, whom he cared for diligently.

 

 

But if you followed him long enough, he'd end up checking in on some (very) young woman, and he wasn't there just to go over multiplication tables.

 

 

Oh, and while I was out east, I stopped in to see Brooke. I'd recently finished editing her big feature on Devon, and it was going to be going to print soon.

 

 

She was excited to get something so big published at such a young age.

 

 

Even better, I told her, I was pulling some strings to make sure she got the cover.

 

 

Which, of course, she was quite grateful for.

 

 

And since I'd mentored her on so many things, she thought a little payback was in order.

 

 

But I saw something else while I was doing my trip out East, and this I didn't put in my update to my editor. This I went to Pedro for.

 

 

I asked him if his step-daughter Kami had taken any trips out there recently. She had, for college prep. Even though Pedro laughed that he knew she was never going to make it to college.

 

 

So I showed him what I'd caught while stalking Humber.

 

 

It was him meeting someone who looked familiar.

 

 

And getting very cozy with her upstairs in the lighthouse.

 

 

"I see where you're going," Pedro said. "Kami is far too sexually active for her age if you ask me. Looks a lot like her. But you can't even see her face."

 

 

"Yeah, but I caught her coming back downstairs after."

 

 

"Motherfucker," Pedro said. "I'm gonna have to kill this fuck."

 

Shortly after I got home from meeting Pedro, my phone rang. It was Britney, Devon's old roommate and fucktoy who had refused to talk to me about this story before.

 

 

"Don't use my name, and I'll tell you all about Bertie," she said.

 

Bingo.