Let us establish one thing from the start: you are a bad man. You gain far more pleasure from your burgeoning hobby of corrupting girls into sluts than anything else. Degradation and humiliation are your bread and butter. However, between your hobby and some of your shady dealings on the dark web, you have recently found it necessary to establish a new fake identity for yourself, leaving your real name and identity behind.
Thankfully, with your connections on the darker side of the internet, you made friends with a fairly talented black-hat hacker a while back who does well-compensated work for you from time to time. You don't know the real name of your hacker friend, only their online alias AllBeefNoQueef. You don't even know if they are male or female. You've always assumed male for obvious reasons and refer to him by male pronouns, but he has never clarified it for you. Despite all that, you have established a friendship and solid working relationship with him over the years. He certainly came through with your new fake identity; despite the joke of a name you picked, he has managed to put together quite a bit of solid background info to legitimize it.
Your new name? Richard Everhard. Yes, Dick Everhard for short. You did enjoy coming up with it at the time, and Everhard is a legitimate last name, if a less common spelling. AllBeefNoQueef certainly seemed amused by your choice, but you do sometimes regret the suspicion it can raise. Thankfully, your background info is well-crafted enough and solidly established to withstand even the scrutiny of government agencies, so it has worked out fine so far.
Some of your shady dealings on the dark web have made good money for you, and you also found a knack for trading in cryptocurrencies as part of your transactions there, so you have gathered a decent amount of wealth for yourself. A few million dollars worth of investments and cryptocurrencies, and several hundred thousand dollars in available bank account funds. This allows you to spend your time however you like these days, so lately you devote much of it to your hobby of finding interesting and entertaining methods to corrupt girls.
So, as part of your fake background, you have it established that you have made good money trading in crypto, which reflects reality. However, you also had your hacker friend set up a legitimate looking website for a fake private prep school called "Bright Future", ostensibly for children of the rich and powerful. On the Staff page, there is a short section for honoring exceptional former staff, with your fake identity listed as a respected former teacher and counselor. The website has contact numbers routed to an app on your phone which has a built in voice changer. In the case of background checks, this helps you prop up your fake identity.
You plan to use this to help set up some alone time with your upcoming conquests by offering to tutor them, but you haven't had a chance to try it out yet.
***
While you are idly narrowing down a list of potential conquests for your hobby, gathered from illegally obtained and fairly detailed personal info available on the dark web, you are surprised to receive a message from AllBeefNoQueef. You're almost always the one to initiate conversations with him, not the other way around. As it turns out, he has a very interesting offer.
There is apparently a new synthetic illegal drug called Sparkle just recently developed, which even on the dark web has very little chatter about it even existing. With development for it now completed, a few people are being quietly offered the chance to trial it before it is more widely distributed. AllBeefNoQueef says he has done work for the designers of the drug, which is why he knows the current status of it, and he mentioned to them that he knew someone perfect to offer a trial package to. You. They agreed.
All they require is an honest and detailed review posted on one or more key sites on the dark web after one month of testing it out, as part of their information campaign for when they lift the NDA and announce it available for more widespread distribution. If it weren't specifically AllBeefNoQueef giving you the info on this opportunity, you'd be highly skeptical. But considering it is...
You scan over the info package on Sparkle to see what it even does. Euphoria, arousal, relaxation, lowered inhibitions, increased sensitivity to touch; they're seemingly trying to market it primarily as a party drug, but those effects all sound very useful for your hobby. And basically nobody in the normal world knows anything about it or that it even exists yet. A smile spreads across your face as you continue reading.
Effective for about an hour and a half, and addictive, leading to craving for more of it. Available in powder form for addition to foods and drinks, or available in premade candies at 3 different precise dosages. And the candies even have a sparkly texture which can be used to tell the dosage.
You purse your lips and sit back from your computer for a moment as you ponder the possibilities, and whether you should accept this opportunity. It only takes a moment. You quickly hunch back over your keyboard and tell AllBeefNoQueef that you're very interested.
He puts you in contact with someone handling promotion of the drug, and after going over some digital documents and agreements, they provide a pickup location which is about a three hour drive away. It would actually have been even closer to where you told them your current location is, because you certainly knew better than to trust them with your real location.
***
The pickup location is in a shady, mostly-abandoned industrial area. You are quite nervous to see a couple of seemingly heavily armed men leaning against a wall in deep shadow, especially considering there are likely more men hidden around that you haven't spotted. And they have required you to show up unarmed. Still, there is a more normal looking fellow, unarmed, standing by a small box truck under the one bright light in the whole area, and he waves you over with a clipboard.
You pull up and get out of your rental car, stepping forward to greet him. As you get closer and see his cold, emotionless eyes, you quickly re-evaluate him as definitely a dangerous individual. He dispassionately looks you up and down, and clearly decides you are indeed not currently a threat.
"Name?" he asks, holding up his clipboard. You give him the online alias you used, HideYoDaughters, feeling a bit silly in this rather tense situation. This elicits a snort from him, a surprising hint of emotion. He looks back down at his clipboard, reading for a moment, then he checks off a box and sets the clipboard down, gesturing for someone else as he goes back to coldly watching you. A large, rough looking fellow you hadn't noticed before steps out of the shadows, and is instructed by the clipboard man to provide you with two specific boxes. The large fellow rolls up the door on the back of the box truck, revealing a surprisingly small number of boxes currently in it, before grabbing two of them that are pushed to one side of the truck. You are surprised by the weight of them as he drops them into your waiting hands.
You can't help but smile despite the situation, now having the boxes in your possession, thoughts of how much fun you're going to have dancing in your head. Noting your nasty smile as you look down at the boxes you are holding, the clipboard man surprises you with a chuckle.
He says "One box is our standard assortment, the other is mostly lollipops, as you apparently requested. I can already tell by the look on your face right now that you're not going to let our product go to waste. Be sure to let everyone know how well it works in a month when the NDA is lifted, no matter what it is you plan to do with it. Just be sure not to spread the word until then, or... well, let's not discuss any unpleasantness. I'm sure you know the deal."
You assure him you are fully aware of the agreements you've made, and then you waste no time in loading the boxes into your rental car and getting out of there.
***
Once you get back to your current apartment, you inventory the contents of the two boxes. As expected, there are bottles of Sparkle in powder form along with an assortment of Sparkle candy in the first box, and a massive quantity of Sparkle lollipops in the other box, plenty of each dosage strength available. Even a few fake ones with a subtle mark on the stick to identify them, otherwise looking like Sparkle lollipops despite having no drug in them.
You decide to focus back on your list of potential conquests on your computer, eager to get started. After a few hours, you settle on your final choice. You quickly pay for a deep dive on their personal information on the dark web, and decide to call it a day.
***
The next morning, after you take care of your morning ablutions, you settle back in front of your computer as you eat your breakfast. The deep dive of personal information has arrived.
Your chosen target family, the Moreheads, just moved to a new town a week and a half ago due to the father Gerald's strong performance as a local store manager of a large home improvement store chain called Home Despot. His regional manager, Orson Pierce, just moved Gerald over to the store which Orson's office is attached to, and he plans to send Gerald out occasionally for a few days at a time to train other local store managers in the region. At the same time, Orson hired Brenda to work as his secretary, since his last secretary recently quit for unspecified reasons, and Brenda was interested in a job to supplement the family income.
As a result of the move, the family isn't well settled in yet and doesn't know many people. The daughter Candace gets home from school just after 3 PM, the mother Brenda gets home from work shortly after 5 PM, and the father Gerald gets home from work shortly after 7 PM. Those two-hour intervals should work well for the hour-and-a-half effectiveness window of Sparkle. The mother Brenda is pretty hot, too, so you're seriously considering corrupting her as well, though you were initially only interested in her daughter.
Importantly, the daughter, Candace, is already quite cute despite not (yet) putting any effort into her appearance, and she is shy and inexperienced. In fact, she seems to have never even had a boyfriend. And helpfully, despite not being a dunce, her grades in school are decidedly mediocre. She just doesn't seem to apply herself. This should be perfect for your pretense of tutoring her, and your hacker friend should be able to provide every test to you a few days early from the school's servers, so that you know exactly what tidbits to teach her so she can ace her tests. This should legitimize your role as tutor while letting you spend most of your time with her on other things.
Also potentially helpful is that Gerald has to work on Saturdays, while Candace and Brenda have them free. With Gerald also being sent out of town occasionally, that might well provide you more time with him out of the picture.
The Moreheads' new house is located in a cul-de-sac with another house for sale next to it, and a reclusive neighbor across from them, but with no other houses nearby for potentially nosy neighbors you'd have to worry about. A nearly ideal environment for you to enjoy your hobby.
You contact the realtor for the vacant house at the end of the cul-de-sac, and quickly agree to the asking price without bothering to visit and take a look at it in person. You then worry that perhaps you were too hasty in purchasing the house at full price, sight unseen, and that it might raise suspicions, but it's already done. The realtor does sound a bit taken aback, but she quickly recovers and sets up an appointment for you to stop in and sign all the paperwork the next day.
***
The next morning, a Tuesday, you finish packing your few truly important possessions into your car. These consist primarily of your desktop, laptop, tablet, high-security router, and backup server, an expensive selection of spy cameras and security cameras, a small number of assorted sundries, and of course the boxes of Sparkle. That done, you begin your trip. The drive takes a couple of hours from your old apartment to the realtor, but your visit with her is concluded surprisingly quickly. Between the solid background of your fake identity being appropriately wealthy, and you having a check for the downpayment on the house ready, the realtor is happy to make such an easy sale and expedites the process for you. You are out of there with the keys and a handful of finished paperwork in your possession a little before noon.
You stop by your new house and confirm that it has at least some furniture included, so you won't need as much for it to be decently livable. You note that nobody is at the Moreheads' house at this time of day on a Tuesday, as expected.
You make a call to the local ISP to get internet service set up; thankfully your house is already wired up to them, and since you are ordering their most expensive business plan, they promise to send out a technician this afternoon to get you set up.
***
You hop back into your car and start off towards the local Home Despot store, but you notice your other neighbor currently peering out his window at you. You recall from your research that his name is Harvey, and he is supposedly a bit of a recluse. You give him a wave as you start to drive by, but he doesn't bother returning it, merely watching you. You consider that you probably should have done some further research on him as well already, rather than just learning a few details.
Deciding you should probably go ahead and meet Harvey now rather than later just to get that out of the way, you quickly do a U-turn and pull into his driveway, with him staring out the window at you the whole time, a slight frown now on his face. As you walk up to his front door, his face finally leaves the window, and his door opens as you are reaching up to knock on it.
"Help you with something?" he asks with a drawl, peering at you with the slight frown still on his face.
You reach out to shake his hand and say, "Hi, I'm your new neighbor, I just bought the house next to yours. I figured I should go ahead and stop by to introduce myself. I'm Richard."
Harvey's frown deepens slightly as he stares at you for a moment, then he reaches out slowly to shake your hand in return. Once you release his hand, he says "Harvey. My name is Harvey."
You nod and say, "Nice to meet you, Harvey. I was actually hoping we could chat for a minute if you don't mind."
His expression turns somewhat sour as he glances at his watch, then nods once. "I suppose I have a few minutes. What would you like to talk about?"
You realize he isn't going to invite you in, intending to stand here at his door the whole time. This is a bit awkward, but he doesn't seem to care. Maybe you can get him to warm up to you eventually, but for now he is living up to his reputation as a sour recluse. You haven't decided yet if you have any reason to try to befriend him. You can however at least go ahead and get the important stuff out of the way now.
So, after a brief explanation of your cover story of being a wealthy early retiree from teaching and counseling at a private prep school, with substantial investments in crypto, you finally coax out of him that he is also in early retirement, just not as early as yours. You don't manage to get any further details about his life from him for now, however.
Ready to be done with it, you ask him about the neighbors across from him, the other side of your house. His answer is unsurprisingly brief, if longer than anything else he has said thus far.
"The Moreheads, I think their name was. A couple with a daughter. They moved in over there a week and a half ago. It was nice and quiet around here before that, nobody else living here but me. Well, I don't guess I can complain about them being noisy, they've been quiet enough so far. Anything else you want to know about them, you can ask them."
Harvey grimaces slightly before giving his closing statement. "Hope you don't end up being a noisy neighbor. Least you're polite so far. Sorry if I'm not, I don't like people all that much. Anyway, nice meeting you, but I'm sure you have work to do getting moved in over there. Goodbye."
With that, Harvey nods to you and reaches for his doorknob.
You step back, chuckling, amused rather than bothered by his rudeness. "Goodbye, Harvey, I'll probably be seeing you around. And I'll try to keep from being too noisy." With a parting wave, you walk back to your car and leave, heading over to the local Home Despot store.
***
As it happens, and not coincidentally, the local Home Despot store has offices attached for the regional manager, who happens to be Gerald Morehead's boss Orson. Gerald has his own office here as the local store manager as well. In the store, you cause a bit of a flurry of activity as you end up purchasing several high-end appliances, two bed sets, a few pieces of furniture, and some other odds and ends. Also a $500 gift card which you have plans for later. It ends up being tens of thousands of dollars worth of purchases, which you pay for in full with your platinum credit card, surprising the girl who rang up your order.
She blinks up at you in when the payment goes through, and then gives you a flirtatious smile. You smile back at her and wink. You're still not used to being treated differently due to your wealth, and you find it mildly amusing.
Glancing down at your name on the receipt before handing it to you, she smiles back up at you again. "Mr.... Everhard? I'm sure you are. Mmm, hahah. Have a nice day, sir. And if there's anything else I can help you with, at any time, just let me know. I'm Lauren."
You chuckle at her fumbling flirtation and thank her, turning to leave. She would be so easy it would barely be worth taking her for a spin, and she might mess up your plans for the Moreheads.
As you make your way out the door, Lauren raises her voice a bit and hurriedly adds, "Hey, if you're new to town, I could always show you around! Just let me know." She trails off as you continue walking.
So as not to be rude, you glance over your shoulder at her and give her a smile and a nod, saying "Thank you for the offer, my dear, I will consider it, but I expect our ideas of entertainment differ a bit too much. I wish you well all the same."
With that, you head back to your new home. You had hoped Mr. Morehead would have come out of his office to see the commotion while you were at Home Despot, but no such luck, he must have been too busy with something else. You expect he will hear about the big spender before he leaves work anyway. On your way by Harvey's house, you don't see him looking out his window at you this time. You resolve again to get more information about Harvey as soon as possible; he could potentially spell trouble for you down the road. You pull into your garage, and finally proceed to unpack your most precious belongings from your car.
You realize that your new computer desk and chair aren't here yet, so you leave your desktop and backup server in your car trunk along with your boxes of Sparkle and your spy cameras. With nothing better to do at the moment, you instead set up your laptop and router temporarily on the kitchen counter, and start installing your security cameras in the front and back of the house and in the ground floor hallway and living room. This doesn't take long, and as you are starting to configure the cameras using your laptop, you get a call from the ISP technician who is now pulling up your driveway.
You greet the technician and sign some paperwork, after which you usher him into the house. It takes him no time to get their modem hooked up, internet service enabled for your location, and connection quality tested. You proceed to hook up your router and test the internet connection yourself through your laptop and phone. It's adequate. Better than any other internet plan available in the area, but still only adequate as far as you're concerned. You thank the technician, sign a final release form, and see him off.
As you are about to go back to configuring your security cameras, the first delivery truck from Home Despot shows up. And for the next few hours, you are mostly busy directing furniture and appliances being moved in, unpacked, and set up in your house, unloaded from more than one delivery truck before it's all over.
***
During all this, just after 3 PM as you were fully expecting, a school bus full of rowdy kids and a beleaguered looking middle-aged male bus-driver pulls up next door, dropping off Candace at her house. As it pulls away, Candace pauses on the walkway to her house, taking in the appliances currently being unloaded from a Home Despot truck and hauled into your house next door.
From your front porch, you take a moment to look Candace up and down, pleased with your choice of target. Before it can get too awkward, you give her a grin and a wave. Candace blinks and quickly looks down, blushing slightly. She darts a glance back at you and you notice a slight smile on her face as she gives you a nervous wave, before she looks back down again and hurries to her front door. She fumbles with her house key a bit before managing to open the door, darting one last glance at you as she hurries inside and closes the door.
You grin again to yourself as you imagine all the fun you're going to have with her.
***
You then go back to directing the unloading and setup of the remaining appliances and furniture. About an hour later you are glad to see the final item, your new refrigerator, finally set up in your kitchen and working. You sign some final paperwork and see the last couple of workers off with sizable cash tips in their pockets, just like the other workers who have already left. You are happy to be done with all of that. Well, not that you are done setting things up yet.
Over the next couple of hours you proceed to take care of several remaining tasks. You call in a large grocery order to be delivered tonight. You unpackage and install your new high-security locks on your front and back doors. You get your desktop, router, and backup server finally set back up. You finish configuring your security cameras and set their video feeds to be recorded 24/7, with live video feeds available for you to monitor from any of your devices, even remotely on your phone when you're away from your house. You get your spy cameras and the boxes of Sparkle hidden away for the time being, after taking out a sampling of Sparkle lollipops and stashing them in a kitchen drawer.
At the end of all of this, while you are tinkering around on your computer and getting some security protocols configured for your new internet setup, your grocery order finally arrives, and it takes a while packing them all into your refrigerator, freezer, and cabinets. The delivery driver helps get it all put away, and you tip him generously at the end for his assistance.
While you are back to tinkering on your computer again, 7 PM rolls around, and it's not long before you see Gerald drive up to his house and pull into the garage through your front door security camera. You assume that Brenda arrived home earlier at her usual 5 PM, though you were busy at the time and didn't witness it. You decide to give it a little while, snacking while staying on your computer for the time being.
You finish setting up your security layers for your new internet setup, before finally feeling comfortable venturing back into the dark web from your new location. You waste no time paying for another deep dive of personal information on your new neighbor Harvey, and also put in a request with your friend AllBeefNoQueef for backdoor access to the servers for the school Candace currently goes to.
You learned long ago that AllBeefNoQueef generally considers sifting for highly detailed personal information to be grunt work, and beneath him, but he was at least gracious enough to recommended some people good at digging up that sort of information to you. You've used them ever since, and have never found fault in their data so far.
By now, you decide the Moreheads are probably just about done eating dinner, and they still haven't stopped by to greet you as their new neighbor, so you decide to go ahead and introduce yourself. It's time for the show to begin.
You swipe 4 artisan lollipops from the batch included in your grocery order, none of these containing Sparkle; there will be time for those later. You also make sure you have the $500 Home Despot gift card you purchased earlier today in your pocket.
You grin to yourself. It's finally time to meet the current targets of your hobby.
***
The walk to their house next door takes less than a minute, and you ring their doorbell. You hear a man's voice from inside say "I'll get it, honey." A few seconds pass before the door opens. Standing there is Gerald, who you recognize from pictures, though he obviously has no idea who you are.
He asks, "Can I help you?"
You smile and hold out your hand for a handshake, saying, "Hi, I'm your new neighbor Richard. I just moved in next door today, and I finally had a few free moments to come over and say hello to you folks. Mind if I come in?"
Gerald seems surprised by this, but does shake your hand. He says, "Oh, uh... yeah sure. Come on in."
Inside, Gerald leads you into the living room, where Brenda and Candace are seated together watching TV. Candace is sitting on the couch, apparently absorbed in whatever show she's watching. Brenda is sitting in an armchair next to her, sipping her glass of wine. Both women look up at you, blinking.
Gerald explains, "Honey, this is our new neighbor who just moved in next door."
You say "Hello, ladies. I just came over to say hello now that I've mostly gotten things settled in. My name is Richard Everhard."
Brenda replies, "Well, hi there. We're Brenda and Gerald Morehead. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," you reply. You glance over inquisitively at Candace, as she has yet to be properly introduced. "And this must be your daughter..."
Candace glances over at you nervously, blushes, and mumbles, "Uh... hi."
Brenda chuckles and says, "Our daughter is Candace. And apparently she has forgotten how to properly introduce herself."
You laugh with her and say, "Don't worry about it, we already sort of met earlier today. She got home from school earlier today while I was directing appliances and furniture being moved into my house. I even got a wave out of her."
Brenda laughs and says, "She did? Oh well, she's usually a pretty shy kid. That's why she doesn't really talk much at school. But she's doing better than she used to be."
Embarrassed, Candace still manages to stammer out "They... they were unloading that stuff from a Home Despot truck. Do you... do you work with my dad?"
You glance over at Gerald, who now has his eyebrows raised. Pretending confusion, you say, "No, sweetie, I first met your dad just a minute ago for the first time. Why? I just bought a bunch of appliances and furniture from the local Home Despot today and had it delivered and set up by them."
At this, it finally clicks in Gerald's head. He says, "Wait a minute. You're the guy I heard about who bought a fortune worth of appliances and furniture today! Thanks for shopping with us. I'm actually the local store manager of that Home Despot store. I'm sorry I missed you there today."
Gerald gives you a warm smile and reaches out to shake your hand again. You reciprocate and thank him.
Brenda pipes up and says, "Actually, I'm currently working for Home Despot as well now. I was just recently hired on to do secretary work for the regional store manager, who is my husband's boss as well. There was a vacancy from his last secretary quitting which I was able to fill. Our HR department is fine with my husband and me both working there, since neither of us works for the other or can make decisions to directly benefit each other."
The HR line sounds like she memorized it from their handbook.
Brenda takes a rather large sip of her wine and sighs. "Most days Gerald and I don't even see each other at work."
You reply, "Well, it's nice that you at least sometimes might see each other at work. Most couples wouldn't even have such a chance. Anyway, as for me, I'm retired. Mostly."
Gerald and Brenda both look taken aback.
Brenda quickly asks, "Retired? Already? But you seem so young. You can't be older than... 35? 30 maybe?"
You smile at her and say "36, actually. I worked for about 10 years at a prestigious private prep school as a teacher and counselor, and occasional private tutor. That made very good money, and I enjoyed helping the children under my care excel, but with most of the children being spoiled rich kids, there were some real troublemakers among them. I worked with plenty of children like your Candace, just more stuck up for the most part."
You chuckle, and continue. "Anyway, I found out that I have a knack for making quite a bit of money in cryptocurrencies as well, and that made me independently wealthy, set for life, honestly. So, I decided to take early retirement. After a while I ended up with a few too many distant relatives and old acquaintances trying to hit me up for money once they learned I was wealthy, so I decided to sever most of my ties and move away for a while where none of them know where to find me."
You shrug, and finish your story. "And so for now I am here, your new neighbor."
Brenda smiles and nods, seeming genuinely pleased by your story. Gerald looks thoughtful and contemplative, but doesn't seem sure what to make of you yet.
You glance down and pull the $500 Home Despot gift card out of your pocket, chuckling and shaking your head as you look down at it.
You explain, "I visited our other neighbor across the street earlier today when I saw him watching me from his window. Harvey really is a bit of a recluse, eh? I don't think he likes me so far."
Gerald says, "Yeah, he's been kind of grumpy since we moved in. He hasn't even said hi or anything to us yet. Just keeps to himself."
You say, "Ah, so it's not just me, that's a relief. Well, I did hear from him that you were a couple with a daughter, and that you just moved in here a week and a half ago yourselves. So while I was picking up furniture and appliances at Home Despot today, I figured you folks might not have everything you need yet either since you haven't been here long. So as a housewarming gift I got you this gift card to help buy whatever you might still need."
You chuckle again. "Seems a bit silly now that I know you both work for Home Despot. Still, I'd like you to have it, I'm sure you can still use it."
Brenda exclaims, "That's so nice of you!"
Gerald looks a little uncertain, but says, "Thanks, Richard. I appreciate it." His eyebrows shoot up as he notices it is a $500 gift card, much larger than he was expecting. "Wow, thanks. That's really generous. Are you sure?"
You nod, and say, "Yes, absolutely. Now, one final housewarming gift."
You pull out the 4 artisan lollipops and say, "As a former teacher, I have found lollipops to be an excellent treat for many occasions, particularly good for encouraging children. And so I brought a lollipop for your lovely daughter Candace here. And as everyone knows, you should always have enough for everyone. So I brought one for each of us instead.
Gerald looks a bit suspicious of this, but says nothing for now.
Candace, on the other hand, says "I'm not a little girl any more. Lollipops are for little kids, right?" Even as she says this, she looks longingly at the lollipops in your hand.
You say firmly, "Nonsense. Lollipops are for everyone. And I did bring one for each of us, right?"
Candace hesitates, and Gerald seems slightly put off by the whole thing, but Brenda nudges her daughter Candace and grabs one of the lollipops from your hand, quickly unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth. Brenda gives it a strong suck, her cheeks forming little hollows.
"Mmm, mm." Brenda vocalizes, taking the lollipop back out of her mouth. "I think that probably tastes pretty good. But I can tell you it doesn't really go well with my wine." Brenda makes a sour face and sticks the lollipop back in its wrapper.
Candace giggles at this, and finally grabs a lollipop for herself. Gerald quickly follows suit, and you unwrap the last lollipop and pop it into your own mouth. At seeing you put the random remaining lollipop into your own mouth, Gerald relaxes a bit, not worried about tampered candy now. Gerald and Candace both put their lollipops in their own mouths. As these are expensive artisan made lollipops, they really are quite tasty and flavorful.
Gerald gives a surprised hum. He says, "Hey, these really are quite good. I don't normally eat candy any more, but I like this."
Candace glances up at you and nods, vocalizing "Mmmm" as she sucks on her lollipop.
You decide it is finally time for your offer.
You lean down to Candy and say, "Remember, good girls get lollipops. And you certainly seem like a good girl. I'm sure you do well in school and make your parents proud."
You give her another smile and lean back.
Brenda says, "Actually... Well, she's not a bad student, just lazy. She's gotten B's and C's in most of her classes so far, and mostly D's in math. She just seems to have trouble studying sometimes, and she does poorly on tests."
Perfect, this is your opportunity.
You frown slightly, purse your lips, and lean back further, as you look lost in thought for a few moments. Nobody says anything as the three of them look at you.
You focus your gaze on Candace, then Gerald, then Brenda.
You say determinedly, "Please, allow me to tutor Candace. I will reveal her true potential, as I have with others before. I have little else to occupy much of my time these days, and this will give me a chance to do what I'm good at and what I enjoy, as long as I have good students. And I can already tell Candace will be a good student."
Brenda, now somewhat inebriated on wine, stumbles up out of her chair and hugs you tightly, her large breasts flattening out against your chest. "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Everhard! You're such a sweetheart!"
You put your arms around her back and squeeze gently, ending with an encouraging pat on the back. She pulls back from you, smiling happily.
Gerald is looking uneasily at his wife. He looks back at you and says, "Forgive my wife, Mr. Everhard, she... gets a bit exuberant and really loves to hug, even people she doesn't really know that well. Especially after she's already been into the wine a little."
Gerald gives his wife Brenda a meaningful look, with a slight frown. She blushes a little and says "Sorry, sorry. I'm just so excited about having such a nice new neighbor! Please forgive me, dear."
Gerald says, "It's all right, honey. Just try to dial it back a little." He shakes his head and chuckles, apparently used to alcohol having this effect on her.
You say, "Oh, don't worry about it, I don't mind. I know she's just showing her appreciation."
You smile, now realizing just how compromising alcohol is for Brenda; the profile you received of her implied it, but didn't indicate just how strong the effect seems to be. You wonder what she'd be like with even more wine in her. You normally don't bother with MILFs, being more into tight young pussy, but... Brenda is indeed fairly attractive, and could make for an amusing additional conquest while you are corrupting Candace.
Gerald interrupts your thoughts, saying "I'm not sure, Mr. Everhard, we need some time to think about your offer to tutor Candace. And from what you've told us about working for a private school for rich kids, I don't know if we could afford you."
You say to him, "Nonsense, I won't accept payment, I have no use for more money at this point anyway. It would be my pleasure to tutor her for free, at least for as long as she keeps me convinced that she is willing to learn. If I decide she has stopped trying at any point, I reserve the right to stop tutoring her. But I'm sure that won't happen."
Gerald says "Well, I'm not sure. No offense, truly, but we don't really know you that well yet."
You stretch, and fish your wallet out of your pocket. You dig out an expensive looking business card with your name on it, indicating you are a teacher and counselor at the Bright Future prep school. You hand it to Gerald and say, "I understand your reluctance, you've just met me and barely know me. As you say, take some time and think about it. This is my old business card from the prep school I used to work at. There's an URL on it for the website of the school. Feel free to go on there and get in contact with the dean or provost of the school and ask for their recommendation regarding me."
Gerald takes the business card and holds it up, peering closely at it. He can tell it is a high quality, expensive business card, and it looks very professional and prestigious.
You say, "Oh, hold on, let me give you my current cellphone number, I had the one on the card discontinued after about the hundredth supposed distant relative called me trying to wheedle money out of me."
You pull out an expensive looking pen and grab the card back from Gerald, writing your current real cellphone number on it, then handing the card back to Gerald.
Gerald looks at the phone number and says, "Thank you, Mr. Everhard. I'll definitely keep that in mind. I appreciate your generosity."
You say, "Well, I still have some things to straighten out tonight before I can really settle in, so I think I'd better call it a night. Thank you all for your hospitality."
You shake Gerald's hand a final time, then turn to Brenda and Candace and give an exaggerated bow, saying "Goodnight, lovely ladies. I know that we shall meet again."
Candace suppresses a grin and looks down, blushing again. Meanwhile, Brenda laughs and gives you another hug, and you hear Gerald clear his throat, but he says nothing this time.
As you go out the door, you hear Candace say in a barely audible voice "Bye, Mr. Everhard."
***
After you leave, Gerald and Brenda talk quietly together for a moment. Brenda turns to her husband, asking "So? What do you think? I think he's wonderful."
Gerald sighs, and says, "Honestly, I'm not sure what to think. His money is definitely good, I saw the transaction for all the stuff he bought at Home Despot today, it was over $40,000 worth of stuff, and he paid for it all directly using a platinum card. No loan, nothing like that, just paid for outright. So he's not lying about being wealthy. And I have no real reason to doubt he worked at some rich kids prep school. There's just... something. Something about him that makes me uneasy. I can't put my finger on it."
Brenda leans in close to her husband and whispers, "Don't be silly, dear. I mean, yes, he did seem a bit odd, but he was so charming and nice to all of us. And like you said, he's rich, so it's not like he wants or needs anything we have."
Gerald frowns and looks back down at the business card. He says "Yeah, maybe. Tell you what, let's go check the website for this prep school. 'Bright Future', what a pretentious name."
He looks at his wife, who smiles back at him, then stands up and goes to the computer desk in the corner of the living room. Gerald follows her and sits down next to her, opening up the laptop and going online. He types in the address of the website, and they both stare at the screen as it loads.
The homepage opens up, and it shows the logo of the school, with the tagline "Where excellence begins". Gerald decides to check the Location info first, curious about where this school is even supposed to be located. For the Location, it simply states "As a prestigious preparatory school for only the most important students, we do not publicly disclose our location. If your child is accepted, we will provide you with our school estate address."
Gerald snorts at this. He says, "Yeah, pretentious as hell. I've never heard of a school so stuck up they won't even reveal their location to the peasants."
Finally Gerald navigates to the Staff page. At the top is a short list of current staff, including a dean, a provost, and a handful of teachers. There are phone numbers listed for the dean and provost. Below the Current Staff section is another section titled "Former Staff of Note." There are only three entries, one for a former dean, one for a former teacher, and one for your current alias, Richard Everhard, with you listed as a former teacher and counselor.
Gerald says "Huh. There he is. They actually listed him as 'former staff of note', and there are only two others on that list. Maybe my misgivings are just foolishness."
Brenda breathes out, and gushes, "Wow, and he's at the top of that list. He must have done great things for them."
Gerald frowns slightly at her tone, and jokingly says "Just remember who your husband is, dear."
Brenda has a slight flush on her face, but says "Of course, dear. I love you, Gerald. He's impressive, but he's not you, dear, he's just a nice new neighbor."
Gerald grins at her, then writes down the names and phone numbers for the dean and the provost on the business card. He says to Brenda, "Since it's late, I'll call both of these tomorrow morning just to see what they have to say about Mr. Everhard. For now, dear, I think you've had more than a bit too much to drink, so we should get you to bed."
Of course, unknown to them, both phone numbers redirect to an app on your phone which lets you take the calls, automatically applying an appropriate voice changing algorithm to your voice based on which phone number is being called.
***
After a long day yesterday getting moved to your new house, you are tired and end up sleeping in a bit on Wednesday morning. You get up shortly before 9 AM and fix a simple breakfast, sitting at your computer to check up on things. It looks like the personal info package for Harvey is already done and ready, and AllBeefNoQueef has sent you backdoor login information for the network and servers used by Candace's school.
You decide to leave reading up on Harvey for a bit later. Instead you start carefully poking around on the school servers. As you'd hoped, they have all test information with the correct answers posted on their servers for teacher access, some teachers even adding useful notes on the reasoning or source of the answer. This will keep the actual real "tutoring" part of your time spent with Candace to a minimum, and should ensure near perfect test grades for her.
As you are exploring the school servers, your phone gives you a particular chiming ringtone, indicating you are getting a call in for either the dean or provost phone number.
You pick up the phone and note that it is supposed to be a call to the dean coming through the app, then you answer the call.
You say as the dean, "Dean Fogg here. How may I help you?"
On the other end of the phone call, Gerald hears a deep, rich sounding voice due to your voice changer.
Gerald says, "Yes, thank you for your time. You are the dean of the Bright Future prep school?"
You reply as the dean, "I am indeed. Who might this be?"
Gerald says, "My name is Gerald Morehead, and I'm calling about someone who is apparently former staff at your school. A Mr. Richard Everhard."
You say as the dean, "Mr. Everhard? Oh yes, I recall him quite well. A wonderful man, we were sorry to lose him recently. Why don't you tell me why you're calling about him?"
Gerald says, "Mr. Everhard has offered to tutor my daughter, and he gave me a business card for your school as a reference of former employment. I was hoping to hear your thoughts on him. It sounds like he was a valued member of your staff? Nothing... odd about him, no problems with students or anything?"
You say as the dean, "No, he was very popular among the students and faculty alike. He was always cheerful and friendly, and made a point to help everyone whenever he could. He taught a few of our courses, but he really did outstanding work as a counselor. He always seemed to be able to get our shy students out of their shell, and to get our meanest students to start showing real compassion for others. And as a tutor... the few students he chose to tutor became some of the highest scoring, most accomplished students we've ever had in our school. Ever. I really don't know how he did it. We were all devastated when he announced he was taking early retirement."
After a drawn out sigh, you continue speaking as the dean. "But you say he is offering to tutor your daughter? Congratulations, sir. You are a lucky man. We all thought that he was completely done with all of this. Hey, would you do me a favor and remind him that we would love to have him back at our school? In any capacity he likes. I don't expect him to accept, but I'd just like to know he's aware our offer still stands."
Gerald says, "Certainly, Dean. I'll pass along your message. Thank you again for you time."
With that, the call ends. About a minute later, a call chimes in on the app on your phone for the provost. You chuckle, and answer the call.
In the voice you have chosen for the provost, a more reedy older sounding male voice, you answer "Reginald Cumberbatch speaking. What can I do for you?"
Gerald says, "Hello Mr. Cumberbatch. My name is Gerald Morehead, and I'm calling regarding Mr. Everhard. Do you recall him? He was a teacher and counselor at Bright Future until he retired not long ago. I understand you are the provost of that school."
You respond as the provost, "Oh yes! Yes, I do recall Mr. Everhard. He was a fine man, though a bit strange. But then, aren't we all, in our own way? Whatever the case, everyone liked him, and he particularly had a way with reaching students. I don't think I've seen a better counselor in all my years working for this school. And the kids he gave private lessons to... every single one has ended up a shining example of the best our school has to offer. And considering how prestigious our school is, that's saying something. Ah, but I'm rambling on a bit. Why don't you tell me why you are inquiring about his time working for us?"
Gerald says, "Well, he has offered to tutor my daughter Candace, and I wanted to get your thoughts on him. I've also heard a glowing review of his time at your school from your dean, but..."
You say as the provost, "Oh, so you have already spoken with Dean Fogg? He knew Mr. Everhard better than me, since I am a bit more removed from the everyday operation of our school, while Dean Fogg was his direct superior. In any case, I was rather sad to see him go, he was a real fixture of our school. You say he's offered to tutor your child? I'm sure it will be quite expensive, but personally I highly suggest you accept. I'm not sure you understand the golden opportunity you have in your lap right now. Pay him whatever he asks, even if you have to take out a loan to do it. It's your child's future."
Gerald says awkwardly, "Actually, Mr. Everhard has offered to tutor my daughter free of charge."
As the provost, you sputter out "Free?!? That's outrageous! You must be joking!"
Gerald says, "No, I'm serious. He said that he wants to help her improve her grades and give her a better chance at getting into college."
You say as the provost, "Unbelievable, the audacity of some people to look a gift horse in the mouth. Free! Mr. Everhard's tutoring services. Pearls before swine. Sir, you are wasting my time just as I suspect you are wasting Mr. Everhard's time. If you had any sense at all you'd have immediately accepted his offer to tutor your daughter for free. Free! I will never understand giving away something with immense inherent value for free. Preposterous. Good day, sir."
As the provost, you hang up the call at the end of this tirade. You then laugh loudly to yourself. This has been good fun. You think to yourself that you should have tried for a career as an actor.
***
Currently in his own office, Gerald walks over to the nearby office his boss Orson, the regional store manager. He asks Orson if he can borrow Brenda for a short while for some family business, even though she just came in to work a few minutes ago. Orson raises an eyebrow and grins, glancing between the two as if wondering what sort of 'business' it might be between husband and wife here at work, but he allows for it. Gerald leads Brenda back over to his own office, and they both sit down.
Brenda says, "So. What's going on, honey, why did you need me in here? I just got in to work today, and I haven't had this job for long, so I don't want to put it in jeopardy."
Gerald says, "I... I think my instincts may be garbage after all, dear." He snorts and gives his head a quick shake before continuing. "You know how I was suspicious about Mr. Everhard and his offer to tutor Candace, despite your support of the idea? Well, I called Bright Future and spoke with the dean and the provost there this morning. I recorded the calls, so... well, just listen."
Gerald then proceeds to play back both calls for Brenda to hear.
By the end, Brenda's eyes are shining. She says, "Oh, honey, they had such amazing praise for Mr. Everhard! I wonder who some of those students were who they considered shining examples of their school? They sound important."
Brenda laughs, and continues, "And that provost really sounded offended at the idea we might be receiving tutoring from Mr. Everhard for free rather than being charged exorbitant prices."
Gerald says, "Yeah, I could almost hear him grinding his teeth, the old moneygrubber. Anyway, dear, I admit it. I was wrong. My instincts were wrong. I think we should accept Mr. Everhard's offer to tutor Candace, and do pretty much whatever we can to accommodate him. If he's as good as they say he is... I want the best for our daughter, and I think this is it. As high-strung as that provost fellow was, I think he may be right about this being a golden opportunity."
Gerald sighs and then says, "You were right, I was wrong, dear. I guess you do still feel like we should accept his offer?"
Brenda looks at Gerald lovingly and says, "Of course I do! I think this is a wonderful thing. Do you want to go ahead and call him to accept? I don't think we should delay this."
Gerald smiles and nods. "Yes, let's do that. I'll call him now."
***
As you hoped and expected, it's not very long after ending your call masquerading as the provost of the actually nonexistant Bright Future prep school that your phone rings again, this time to your normal phone number.
You pick up the phone and answer, "Richard Everhard here, who am I speaking with?"
The voice on the other side of the line says, "This is Gerald Morehead. Your neighbor?"
You say, "Ah, Gerald. It's nice to speak with you again. I'll save you as a contact so I know it's you next time. Say, do you mind if I call you Gerry? It's just a habit I have, I like to give my friends nicknames, it helps develop stronger bonds."
In fact, you know from your deep dive into his personal information that Gerald was bullied constantly as a child by a boy who called him Gerry, to make fun of him. Gerald hates the nickname and has never allowed anyone to call him that since. You are curious to find out if he will willingly go along with it anyway, and allow you to call him that.
Next to Gerald in his office, Brenda also knows all about the nickname and how much he hates it. Her eyes get big, and her mouth gapes open in surprise. She quickly covers her now mouth her hand, looking at Gerald. Gerald's jaw clenches, and he shoots Brenda an ugly look, holding his finger to his lips to shush her. Brenda looks back at her husband with sympathy written all over her face, and a pleading look.
After a few moments of silence, you ask "Gerry? Are you there? I didn't lose you, did I?"
Gerald says, "Uh, no, sorry Richard. I'm here. Just... thinking."
You continue, "Oh, good. So, do you mind me calling you Gerry, then? I think it's a great nickname. What do you say?"
There is another pause. Finally, Gerald answers in a flat, strained voice, "Alright, Gerry. Sure. I guess. Why not?"
You smile, "Great! Then I'll start calling you that from now on. How does that sound?"
Another long pause follows. You hear a faint sound through the phone that you decipher as a kiss on a cheek. You ask, "Oh, is Brenda with you, Gerry?"
Gerald says, "She is. We're both here in my office. Let me put you on speakerphone."
He puts you on speakerphone, and Brenda says, "Hi, Mr. Everhard."
You say, "Hey, great, I've been thinking about nicknames for you and Candace as well. I hope you don't mind, Brenda."
Brenda says, "Nonsense, it sounds like fun! What are you thinking of?"
You say, "Well, I noticed you were enjoying your wine last night when I came over to introduce myself. And a stronger alcohol distilled from wine is called brandy. So I think I'd like to call you Brandy. What do you think?"
In fact, from your deep dive into her personal information, you know that Brenda had a reputation for getting drunk on wine and brandy back in her brief college days, and she had a tendency to fool around when she was drunk, which earned her the nickname Brandy there.
Gerald doesn't particularly like the memories of his wife being drunk and loose in college before he married her, which the nickname Brandy evokes for him. But he knows that if he says anything against it, he'll lose points with you. So, he holds his tongue.
Brenda laughs, and says, "Oh, Brandy, that's perfect! You'll never believe it, but my nickname in college was Brandy too!"
You laugh along with her, and say, "Really? Oh wow, that's awesome, Brandy. Two for two. I like having you guys as neighbors. Well, for Candace, I think the nickname is obvious. I'd like to call her Candy, if you'll allow it, and if she's fine with it."
This throws up a red flag in Gerald's brain. Something about you calling his daughter Candy just seems wrong. He quickly puts his finger on it.
Gerald says, "Uh, that's... that's commonly used as a nickname for strippers and prostitutes, isn't it? I..."
You cut him off. "Nonsense, Gerry, there's nothing wrong with the name Candy just because apparently some adult entertainers like to use it. It's a cute nickname, and it's not like I would be using it out in public."
Gerald is silent for a moment, processing what you said. His gut tells him he should reject it, but now that he has decided his gut was dead wrong last night... Finally he says, "Fine, fine, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. If she likes the nickname, then I guess it shouldn't be a problem. That is, if you're fine with it, dear."
Brenda chimes in, "It's a perfectly sweet nickname, Gerald. You can't deny that. Plus, it fits her personality so well."
Gerald says, "Alright, fine. It's up to her."
You say, "Candy, Brandy, and Gerry. Perfect. I hope Candace likes her nickname too. Anyway, Gerry, what were you calling me about?"
Gerald clears his throat, and says, "I wanted to tell you that I spoke with the dean and provost of the school you worked at this morning. They had nothing but praise for you. Also, Dean Fogg wanted me to remind you that they would practically kill to have you working there again in any capacity. His words, basically."
You say, "Ah, that's really nice of them. I do miss Froggy, he was a good boss and a good friend. That was my nickname for Dean Fogg, Froggy. Anyway, that lifestyle got a bit hectic and I don't see myself going back to it, but it was nice of him to make the offer again."
At your mention of calling Dean Fogg 'Froggy', Gerald relaxes a bit, now more accepting of the idea that you just give all of your friends nicknames. Even if he hates your nickname for him, and strongly dislikes the nicknames you've chosen for his wife and daughter. Gerald takes a deep breath, and swallows his pride.
Gerald continues, "Froggy, huh? That's actually a little funny imagining you calling the serious sounding man I talked to on the phone 'Froggy'." Gerald chuckles. "Anyway, they were both very impressed with you, Mr. Everhard."
Before he can speak further, you interrupt again. "Dick."
Gerald clears his throat and pauses, then says, "Uh... what?"
You say, "My nickname is Dick. It's short for Richard, of course. Please, now that we're friends and I've given each of you a nickname, I'd like you to call me by my nickname, 'Dick'."
You hear Brenda bark out a laugh, and Gerald coughs. Gerald says, "Wait... Dick? Hold on. So your name is Dick Everhard? What..."
You give a deprecating chuckle, and say "Yeah, I know, I know. My parents had a terrible sense of humor. It's a ridiculous name when you break it down like that. You wouldn't believe how much I was teased in school because if it. I like to think that experience helped me in my career, at least."
Brenda laughs, and says, "That's true. At least it's better than being named 'Boner' or something like that."
You feel a little uneasy as Gerald says "Dick Everhard, hah, that's a fake sounding name."
Your heart skips a beat, but thankfully, he doesn't really seem serious about it.
You say, "Anyway, please do call me Dick, or Richard, or even Mr. Dick. I've embraced the nickname and made it my own. And none of my friends or close acquaintances call me Mr. Everhard."
Gerald says, "Alright, alright. Alright, Dick. I guess I can accept that. I still think it's a silly nickname though."
Brenda says, "Hahaha, yeah. It is kind of a silly name. But I like it, so whatever."
You say, "Thank you, Brandy. Now, I just realized I've been interrupting you, Gerry. I apologize. Please, you were saying how you talked with my old dean and provost from Bright Future? Should I take it you've reconsidered my offer to tutor Candy? Sorry, I mean Candace. I don't want to call her Candy yet until I know she's OK with it."
Gerald says, "No, no, that's fine. Actually, after speaking with them this morning, we would like to take you up on your offer, if it's still on the table. You'll tutor our daughter Candace, free of charge?"
You consider trying to see how far you can push it now that he seems to be so anxious to have you accept, and decide to go for it.
You say, "Well, Gerry, I've actually been thinking about it, and your initial reaction last night. I could see you felt like rejecting my offer right then. That got me to thinking about what old provost Cumberbatch used to tell me. He always nagged me about underselling my services, telling me that it makes the recipient value your services even less. And while I don't need the money at all, I feel he was right about perceived value. So, I apologize, Gerry, but I'm going to have to amend my offer."
Gerald takes a deep breath, and makes a frustrated sound.
You faintly hear Brenda whisper to Gerald, "You should have just accepted last night!"
He says, "What are you talking about, Dick? What kind of change of offer?"
You say, "I'm not going to tutor Candace for free, Gerry. That's off the table now. Instead, I'm going to require that you pay me $30 an hour. Still an extremely reasonable rate, I feel, but it should at least lightly underscore the value of my services."
Brenda and Gerald exchange a glance. Brenda gives him a pleading look, nodding her head.
Gerald says, "30 dollars? You're serious?"
You say, "Yes, I am, Gerry. A fraction of what I made hourly working at Bright Future, which due to contract stipulations I'm not able to disclose, but there was an abundance of wealth available there. After considering your current means, I feel $30 an hour is more than reasonable."
Brenda whispers to Gerald, "We can afford it, we don't care about the money."
Gerald says, "No, no, it's not about the money. It's just that you were offering to tutor our daughter for free."
You hear a light slap through the phone, followed by a fierce whisper from Brenda, "Gerald!"
You sigh theatrically and say, "Well, Gerry, I am starting to regret offering in the first place. My rate is now $35 an hour."
Gerald says, "Ugh, fine! Fine, $35 an hour. You have a deal. When can you start?"
You say, "Well, first I have a couple of other requirements to address. First, I am available for tutoring from 3 PM to 7 PM. I will therefore begin her tutoring at 3 PM, as soon as she gets back from school. I normally tutor for 2 hours a day, though I may occasionally need to extend that up to the full 4 hours. You will accept my constraints, and you will need to notify me 24 hours in advance if Candace won't be available for the full 3 PM to 7 PM stretch, just in case. I will not allow you to interrupt one of my tutoring sessions unless it is a dire emergency. Do you accept these scheduling stipulations?"
Gerald says, "Yes, we do. That's fair. We can make the changes to our schedule. Is there anything else you need to know?"
You say, "Indeed. Since most of my tutoring sessions will be two hours, from 3 PM to 5 PM, I will be available to discuss her progress with either or both of you from 5 PM to 7 PM on most days of the week. In fact, I will require one of you to make yourself available for that time period every Friday, in case I have something I deem necessary to discuss regarding her tutoring. I don't expect it to take anywhere near 2 hours on most Fridays, but I still do require that one of you make yourself available. Is that acceptable?"
In fact, as you secretly know, Gerald only gets home after 7 PM every workday, so there's no possibility of him being available for any of these timeframes. It will have to be Brenda.
Gerald exchanges a glance with Brenda, and then asks "Could at least some of those discussions be available after 7 PM? I never get home from work until right after 7 PM. That would work better for us, so it's not just Brenda available for them."
You give another sigh, and say, "Sorry, Gerry, but I specified 7 PM as the endpoint because I have several financial advisors I have a conference with at 7 PM every week night. Followed by some other necessary related work, after which I like to wind down by myself. And I value my weekends too much to sacrifice any part of them. I'm afraid I'm not going to be available after 7 PM. Is that going to be a dealbreaker?"
Brenda says, "No, we understand. Right, honey?"
Gerald says, "I guess, it's not really an issue for us. I just wish I could be in on some of those discussions. Are you sure you're OK with being responsible for that, dear?"
Brenda says, "Honey, that's not a problem at all. I'm very interested in keeping up with Candace's progress. I'll make sure to be available, and I can keep you updated."
You say, "Great! Thank you, Brandy and Gerry. That's everything to do with scheduling. I have only one final stipulation, and you'll just have to trust me on this. You will need to tell Candace she is to obey my every instruction during our tutoring sessions, without question. She is to obey me as if I were one of you two. I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm afraid I must insist. This is my final requirement, and you will both need to agree to it for this to work out."
Gerald says, "But why, Dick? Why do you need us to tell her to obey you?"
You say, "Because I need her to understand that both of you fully trust my judgement with her, just like you trust each other. It establishes a solid base for my tutoring to really take root and flourish. I know that it is unorthodox, but my methods have proven wildly effective, as I think my old dean and proctor have probably mentioned. I'm sorry, but it's necessary."
Brenda says, "You're right, it is a bit strange, but we'll do what you want. We'll tell her she's to obey you like one of us."
Gerald's gut is making itself known again, telling him this is really suspicious. But... so far all of his suspicions about you have seemingly proven wrong. He can't bring himself to say anything.
After a few moments, you prompt "Gerry? I need your tacit agreement, or the deal is off and I will find other uses for my free time."
Gerald says, "Ugh, fine. I guess we have no choice."
You say, "Thank you, Gerry. That's everything. I am looking forward to tutoring Candace and opening her up to her full potential. I can start this afternoon, if you like?"
Brenda says, "Yes, let's get started. What do you need from us?"
You say, "I need you both to call and speak to Candace to let her know she is to come over to my place when she gets off school from now on for her tutoring sessions. And of course as discussed, I need you both to tell her to obey my every order just as if I were one of you two, no matter what. Brandy, I trust I'll see you at 5 PM when you get home? I'll give you the paperwork outlining exactly what we've all just agreed to over the phone, which I will need you both to sign tonight."
Brenda says, "Let's go ahead and make the call then, shall we?"
You say, "Great! Thanks, Brandy and Gerry. I'll be prepared for Candace's first tutoring session for 3 PM, and I'll expect to see you at 5 PM, Brandy. I still have connections who can get me access to the material Candace will currently be learning in her classes. I think you'll be amazed at her progress even by the end of this week. Bye, guys."
You can barely hide your glee as you hang up. Everything has worked out so well, and you even got Gerald to agree to pay you for your sessions, in which you will be corrupting his daughter. And she will be told by both of her parents to follow your every order. Both Gerald and Brenda have accepted your use of diminutive nicknames for the two of them and their daughter, even though Gerald has good reason to hate all 3 nicknames.
You might even work on corrupting Brenda as well for an eventual mother-daughter combo. Her appreciation of and weakness to wine and brandy should give you a window of opportunity, if you choose to pursue it.
***
After you hang up, Gerald turns to Brenda and says, "Well, dear? Are you ready to tell Candace the good news?"
Brenda takes a deep breath and says, "Yes, honey, I'm ready."
"Then let's do it," Gerald says.
Gerald quickly calls Candace's cellphone, and turns on his speakerphone. After a few rings, a matronly voice answers the phone. She says, "We do not allow our students to use their cellphones during class, unless it is an emergency. But Candace tells me this is her father calling?"
Gerald says, "Yes, it is. Can I speak to her?"
Brenda adds, " Hi, Mrs... Tanner? This is her mother, Brenda. I met with you just a few days ago. We have something important to discuss with our daughter, it won't take but a minute. Can you send her out into the hall to let us speak to her somewhat privately?"
The woman on the other end of the line hesitates, then says, "Of course, I'll go ahead and give the phone back to her, and give her a couple of minutes out in the hallway. I'll expect her promptly back in my classroom after that, though."
After some noises of movement and a door opening and closing, Candace answers the phone. "Mom, dad? What's going on?"
Brenda says, "Hi, Candace. Your father and I have some very important news we want to share with you. Are you alone out in the hallway right now?"
Candace says, "Yeah, I'm just in the hallway next to my English class."
Brenda says, "Good. Then I'll explain. Do you remember last night when Mr. Everhard was over to visit, and he offered to tutor you?"
Candace says, "Yes, mom, I remember."
Brenda continues, "Well, your father and I decided to accept his offer, and you're going to start tutoring with him starting today. OK, sweetie?"
Candace says, "OK, mom. Are you sure? I mean, are you sure it's really OK?"
Brenda says, "We are sure, sweetie. This is what's best for you, and I'm sure you'll learn a lot from this. I know it's a bit odd, but you'll get used to it. We're just trying to help you get the best education possible."
Gerald chimes in, "We can't wait to see the progress you make, Candace. I think you and Dick will get along just fine."
At this, Candace asks hesitantly, "Uh... D... dick? Isn't that a bad word, daddy?"
Brenda says, "Oh, sweetie. Yes, it is, if you use it to refer to... well, anyway, Dick is also a name, and it's short for Richard. Mr. Everhard asked your father and I to call him by his nickname Dick, so you might hear us call him that now and then. It's OK, honey."
Candace giggles at this, and says, "If you say so, mom. It sounds weird to me."
Brenda says, "Anyway, sweetie, from now on you should head straight over to his house when you get home and off the school bus, for his tutoring sessions. OK?"
Candace says, "OK, mom. Is there anything else I need to know?"
Brenda hesitates, but then says, "This is going to sound strange, sweetie, but I need you to know I mean it. When you are in a tutoring session with Dick, you will obey him without question. You will trust him as you would trust me or your father."
At the mention of "Dick", Candace breaks into giggles again.
Brenda says, "This isn't a joke, sweetie. I need you to tell me you understand and will obey him just as you would obey one of us."
Candace says, "I understand, mom. I'll obey Dick like I would obey you or dad."
Brenda says, "That's perfect, sweetie. Gerald, honey? You need to tell her too."
Gerald says, "You heard your mother, Candace. I expect you to obey him just as you would obey her. Just as I would expect you to obey me."
Candace says, "OK, dad. I don't really understand why I should trust him so much, but if both of you really want me to..."
Brenda says, "Honey, just trust us. I'm sure you'll get used to it soon enough."
After a brief pause, Candace says, "OK, mom. I trust you both, and I'll obey Dick as if he were one of you two."
Brenda says, "Good girl. I'll see you this afternoon. Now, go on back into your class."
***
Once you get off the phone with Gerald and Brenda, you finish snooping around on the school servers. Helpfully, all of the schoolbooks are available in digital form, so you spend a short while cross-referencing the answers for Candace's two upcoming tests with the relevant books. You copy out some small sections that directly relate to what's on the test, and make a few notes on what to point out to address the test questions, so that she'll almost certainly get them right. This is all starting to feel a bit like work, but in reality you have it done in under 30 minutes. And continuing forward, the process should be even quicker for you. Not too bad.
After finishing that, you decide it's finally time to open the data package with the deep dive on your other neighbor, Harvey. Apparently Harvey spent his early adult years learning to be a plumber, an electrician, a carpenter, and just a handyman in general. He ended up working as superintendent for the local school district for almost 25 years using those skills.
He had no serious criminal record, just a couple of drunk and disorderly charges from when he was younger, so he didn't seem like a bad guy. At the same time, he also didn't seem to try very hard to make friends, and mostly kept to himself. As for the drunk and disorderly, the one real vice he seemed to overindulge in was whiskey. He would opt for more expensive scotch whiskey seemingly only on special occasions.
However, a lot changed in his life a couple of years ago. A young teenage girl in one of the schools he worked at got pregnant, and she accused Harvey of raping her. Harvey was immediately fired without recourse, and treated as a pariah by everyone. Nobody would hire him for another job, either, and he even had little luck finding anyone who needed contract work related to his skillset and who hadn't heard about the accusation. Even the few people he'd considered friends wanted nothing to do with him, and wouldn't listen to his claims that he was innocent.
Later, during a court case to try to prove his innocence, a paternity test ended up proving the girl's baby wasn't his. She finally admitted her pregnancy had been from consensual sex with a boy in one of her classes; she'd lied. Harvey was exonerated, but the damage was already done. His former friends were embarrassed by their treatment of him, but he no longer wanted anything to do with them.
Harvey at least managed to get a generous severance package from the school district after the fact, along with some money from a settled lawsuit, but he remains a bitter recluse, trusting nobody.
You do find his Google search history and PornHub history interesting, however. Quite a bit of teen related porn in there. The deep dive of info on him indicates he's only had a couple of girlfriends in the past, neither of which lasted long, and neither of which was younger than him. So it doesn't seem he has tried anything in real life related to his taste in porn. Still, there might be something there.
All this information on Harvey tells you that you probably don't need to worry that much about him. You actually feel a little bad for him based on his history, and are tempted to maybe include him in some things later.
You have a bit of free time before Candace gets home from school, so you take a trip into town to a few stores to pick up some other things you might need, most importantly an adult store with a rather large selection and a high-end liquor store. You end up back home with a bit of time to spare after you get your purchases unpacked and put away for later.
As you wait, you ponder a bit more on what you'd like to do. For one thing, games like Truth or Dare seem to work pretty well, and you think Candace's competitive nature paired with the assistance of some Sparkle should make it bear fruit quite well. For another, at some point you want to transition her to where she kneels in front of you with her eyes closed while you put the Sparkle lollipop in her mouth each time, making sure she gives it a good suck or two before you release her to finish it off herself. Maybe even today, though that might be a bit early. Once you have her doing that, though, you can transition over time to more lewd requirements for her to get her fix of Sparkle for the day.
So many possibilities.
***
You are waiting with anticipation when 3 PM rolls around, watching a camera feed of the street from your front porch security camera on your tablet. Like yesterday, a rowdy school bus pulls up to the Moreheads' house, driven by a beleaguered bus driver. Candace gets off the bus, but just stands there hesitantly for a moment as the bus pulls away. She looks over at your house, then over at her own, before finally turning and trudging slowly over to your front door.
You then notice Harvey's face peering out from one of his windows, watching Candace walk over to your house. You wonder if he makes it a habit to look out his window at her whenever he hears the noisy school bus drive up and drop her off. He's definitely continuing to watch her even as she reaches your front door. You've already mostly dismissed him as a potential problem, but maybe...
You put him out of your mind for now as your attention goes back to Candace, as she raises her hand partway to your doorbell, stopping and nervously biting her lower lip, glancing to either side at your curtained front windows. Steeling herself and taking a deep breath, she finally presses your doorbell.
You swipe away your camera feeds on your tablet, wait a few seconds, and then open the door, beaming at her. You say, "Hello, Candace. Come in."
She looks uncertainly at you, but says nothing, just steps inside. You close the door behind her, and look down at her, noting that she's wearing a red shirt with a black skirt, and has a backpack slung over her shoulder.
You ask, "How was your day?"
She hesitates, then says, "It was OK. I didn't do very well on my test today, though. And I have 2 tests coming up on Friday."
You smile, and say, "Don't worry about that, sweetie. That's why we're here. I'm going to help you study what's important, so you can do better next time. You'll do well on those tests with my help, you have my word."
You lead her into your living room and over to your plush couch, which she sits on and sinks down into, shrugging her backpack off onto the couch next to her. For now you sit down in the chair across from her.
You say, "Let's get a couple of things out of the way, for starters. First off, your parents should have told you by now that you are to obey me as if I were one of them while you're here under my tutelage, no matter what. Is that correct?"
She looks up at you with wide eyes, and says, "Yes, sir. They did."
You smile and say, "Excellent. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, quite the opposite. I mainly want it to be clear to you that your parents trust me completely as worthy of your obedience, so you can trust me too. I already consider your parents as my friends."
You lean forward and continue. "In fact, I come up with nicknames for all my friends, to help everyone become more comfortable. Would you believe that I've already given nicknames to your parents? I call your mom Brandy now, and your dad Gerry. What do you think about that?"
She giggles and says, "I like it. It's fun. They seem a little odd to me, though."
You nod, and say, "Well, that's kind of the point. It helps if they're a bit silly or weird, it's a bit of fun you share with the other person. Do you get it?"
She nods, and says, "Yeah, I guess so."
You smile, and say, "Good. Now, I've also picked a nickname for you, if you'll allow it. It was a pretty easy choice. My nickname for you will be Candy, because you're so cute and sweet I could just eat you up. And of course the name Candy is considered short for Candace. What do you say to that?"
Candace blushes and looks away, but you see a little sparkle in her eyes. She says, "Candy? I like it. It sounds good. I think it suits me."
You say "Perfect, Candy it is! OK, and now for my nickname. I know you've been taught to call adults by their last name to be respectful, so in my case it would normally be Mr. Everhard. But, none of my friends call me that, and since you're one of my friends now, you should use a nickname for me. Right? Well, my first name being Richard, the short version of that is Dick."
She giggles and says, "Oh! That's what my dad was calling you earlier today."
You open you mouth in mock surprise and say, "Your dad was calling me a dick?"
She laughs and says, "No, he was just calling you that like a name, just like you said it."
You give her a wink. "Hahah, I know, Candy, I'm just joking around. Your parents are my friends, and I'm glad to hear they're already comfortable calling me Dick. You can call me Dick too, or Mr. Dick if you must. What do you say?"
Candy looks at you and says, "Uh... OK, Mr. Dick."
You laugh and say, "Great. Now that we have our nicknames out of the way, and I know that you know to obey me and that you can trust me, We're ready to move on."
You say "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I've found that just a short session of study focused on the important topics works best for memory retention, but it works even better when we take time to have fun for even longer either right before or right after studying. Maybe don't let your parents in on quite how much time we end up just having fun rather than studying, but it's up to you. And I promise it works, as I know you'll find out when you take those tests on Friday. How does that sound, just a little study and a lot more fun?"
Candy says with a happy smile, "Sounds great, Mr. Dick. I think you're really nice."
You lean forward and whisper to her conspiratorially, with shady looking glances to the left and right, "I'm not really nice, Candy. I'm actually just CORRUPTING you."
You give her an exaggerated wink, and she giggles at your performance. You smile back at her and chuckle as you lean back. It's always fun finding a way to couch the truth as a joke to the subjects of your hobby, and managing to make them laugh at it.
You have a low dosage Sparkle lollipop in your pocket which will be Candy's first taste of the drug, and you debate with yourself whether to give it to her now, or wait until after you try to teach her the small amount of info she actually needs to learn to ace her two tests on Friday. You already have a printout of small select passages from her schoolbooks that pertain directly to the actual questions on her upcoming tests, which you retrieved earlier today using your backdoor into the school's servers. Maybe Candy would learn better with her mind not altered by drugs? Or maybe the relaxation of the drugs would help her be less nervous and take in the knowledge better. And maybe the study can wait until after you two have some fun. For that matter, you are debating with yourself whether to take it slow and savor Candy's gradual corruption, or just go full bore into corrupting her as fast as possible. You grin as you ponder your options.
You pull out the slightly sparkly lollipop you had in your pocket and show it to Candy, still deciding if you will hold out with it as a special treat for after the brief bit of studying is out of the way, or if you will give this one to her right now.
Candy leans forward, looking at the lollipop. "That one is really sparkly. But I already told you I'm not a little kid, Mr. Dick, you can't make me just do whatever you want for a lollipop."
You twirl the lollipop and say "This is one of my special lollipops, Candy, which you can tell by the sparkle. I promise you'll enjoy it. Only good, obedient students get my rare, special lollipops."
Candy's eyes look up into yours briefly, searching, before focusing back on the lollipop, which continues to sparkle as you twirl it back and forth. Despite again acting disinterested, like she's too mature for lollipops now, her eyes are staying pretty well glued to the twirling, sparkling lollipop. She does seem to have a sweet tooth, which fits her nickname quite well. You can tell she is also curious to see what's so special about this lollipop.
Will you give this first one to her now to loosen her up immediately, or hold it back and make her work for it? You make your decision.