Credit Card Caper

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Author’s Note: This story makes reference to an “Ajax Entertainment System.” Companies with similar names do exist. The company in this story is fictitious and has no connection to any real-world company.

“How can you pull it off?” Jim asked.

“It’s a cinch.” I explained, “My parents don’t want me carrying around cash, so they got me a prepaid credit card. It’s got a $150 limit and I can use it to buy gas and lunch and such. They know I can’t buy drugs with it: what pusher takes credit cards? Also the guy at the beer store is going to want to see ID to verify the card.

Of course I have to explain where and how I am spending my money and they expect the $150 to last about a month. If I burn through it faster than that, there will be questions. So this it how it works: You give me $40 in cash, and I use the card to pay for your subscription to the site.”

“But the site only costs $25.”

“Business expenses,” I explained.

“I don’t know if I can come up with the money this week.”

“Time is running out.

I can pay cash for gas and all the other stuff that my parents think I use the card for, but I still have a limit on the card. I can only pull this off maybe 4 times a month. I’ve already paid subscriptions for three other guys this month, so there’s only one slot left. Do you want it or should I look for another customer?”

It was a sweet deal while it lasted. Word got around that I could sign guys up for porn sites and they were lined up to see me. I adjusted my prices based on demand. Sometimes I could even charge $50 – a 100% profit!

I still have the card, but now I have a business partner: my kid sister Roslyn.

Roslyn is two and a half years younger than me, but I have to admit that of the two of us, she’s the smarter one. Not only does she ace all her subjects in school, she also has a knack for figuring out how things work and getting things done.

Normally, she’s not much of a bother. Due to our age differences, we have different interests and different friends; mostly we stay out of each other’s way. Every now and then, though she does something that gets my interest in a negative kind of way. Usually it’s some scheme where she outsmarts me.

I thought I had a perfect situation with the credit card: it was a prepaid card. Dad merely transferred some money to it from time to time and never even got a bill: all he got was a notice of the balance.

I didn’t even know they had itemized bills for these things. However, my sister knew. It was there on line if you wanted to take the time to look at it. She got a hold of the account number and somehow hacked into dad’s account. I have to admit, dad didn’t have a lot of imagination when it came to passwords and PINs.

Roslyn got the information she needed and logged in and checked the account.

I knew something was up when she appeared at my door and asked, “Bryan, can we talk. There’s something I need to show you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

She came in and shut the door behind her even though our parents were out. This meant it was serious stuff.

She confronted me with the printout of my account. “This is the statement for your credit card,” she said waiving the piece of paper. “How are you getting back and forth to school? There are absolutely no charges for gas. I don’t see you bringing a lunch to school, so what do you eat?

On the other hand there’s about $100 a month to Ajax Entertainment Systems. I did some research and found out that it’s a clearing house for a number of pornographic sites. Just how perverted are you? How many of these sites can one boy belong to?”

“They’re not all mine,” I blurted out before I realized that I shouldn’t have said that.

“What do you mean,” she asked.

I was silent.

“OK, let me explain the situation for you. So far, I’m the only one who knows about your purchasing habits with the card. In fact, dad is proud of how well you can stretch out your ‘allowance’ so he’s happy and not going to check.

However, there is a link you can check on the site to request that a paper bill be sent itemizing all the purchases. I click that and a letter will come to the house. Dad will think it’s a bill and open it. Then he’ll see what I see and you’ll have to answer to him and not me.

I’m sure he’ll cut off the credit card at the very least; not to mention a spanking, grounding and just overall embarrassment for you. Now if you want to keep on doing what you’re doing, you’ll cooperate with me and cut me in on the deal.

Now tell me all the details.”

“Don’t tell mom and dad,” I pleaded.

“Then tell me about these charges.”

I didn’t have a choice so I admitted buying memberships for my friends for a profit.

“That’s nice,” she said. “What about you? What accounts do you have?”

I thought about lying but my sister beat me to the punch. “Don’t answer that. Just log into your computer. I’ll drive and I’ll figure it out.”

Soon she was browsing my history, my favorites and my folders and discovered my accounts. I never expected anyone to be on my computer and didn’t make any serious effort to cover my tracks.

“Give me your passwords.”

“Why?”

“You’re not in a position to ask any questions. I’m in charge here,” she said with a cold confidence. “Besides, I want to see what kind of smut you are looking at.”

I gave her my passwords. She logged in and surfed. Most embarrassing was the site for female domination. She seemed to delight in looking at this site.

After a couple of minutes she asked me, “Do you masturbate?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you masturbate? You know, jerk off, jack off, beat off, wank, spank the monkey, polish the candlestick …”

This surprised me. What happened to the sweet little innocent girl that used to be my sister? Where did she learn all these things?

“I … um …” was all I could manage.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Otherwise why are you spending money on these sites?”

She let that sit a moment and then she dropped the bomb. “I want to see you do it.”

“What?”

“Pull down your pants, sit at the computer, look at some porn and jerk off. But first I’m turning on the web cam.” She also pulled out her phone to take pictures.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? I bet you’ve done it every night this week. So what’s the difference if I’m watching?”

There was a lot of difference. I never did it for an audience before. I didn’t even admit I masturbated to my friends and they were guys. Now I’m not only forced to admit it, I’m actually going to do it in front of someone and that someone was a girl: a girl I had to face every day.

What can I do? I felt like I was down to my shorts, playing strip poker and my sister just laid down a royal flush. She had the evidence on me. I could do nothing except obey her and do as she said and let the game play out to its end whatever that end would turn out to be.

I went to the hottest pictures I had. I normally liked to edge myself up to a peak and then save the best until last. However, now all I wanted to do was get it over with as soon as possible.

Roslyn was moving about; stopping me in certain poses to take my picture. This interrupted my masturbation, but I came soon enough. She had her phone taking pictures on auto-repeat so she managed to get a shot about every half second. She must have had about 30 photos of my ejaculation in various stages.

When it was all over, she took control of my computer and sent the web cam video to her account.

“That was fun. Now I know the kind of thing that gets you off.”

She did it to me again. She could have asked me what my fantasies are and I could have lied. Instead I acted them all out for her.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Now we negotiate my take on your subscription business.”

It’s tough negotiating when you are sitting naked in front of a 13-year-old girl and she’s fully dressed.

Roslyn was a shrewd negotiator and we settled on 50% of the profits. She could have asked for 100% and gotten it, but realized that if there were nothing in it for me, I wouldn’t do it anymore. It was sort of a win-win. I still got to make some money off the deal and she benefitted too.

Before she left she said one thing, “Massachusetts.”

“What about Massachusetts?”

“It’s our secret code word. When you hear it, you’ll know that it’s a genuine message from me.”

I just sort of accepted it even though I didn’t understand what she meant.

-=o=-

A couple of days later I found out. I was walking to my car in the school parking lot when one of my sister’s friends, Joanne, approached me. Joanne is about a year younger than my sister, and that year makes a big difference. Whereas my sister was transitioning into a woman, Joanne was still trapped in girlhood. She was not noticeably developed, and she still had a slight chubbiness that pre-teen girls tend to have.

Nonetheless, she had a very pretty face and had potential to be what us boys call, “boing bait;” meaning a girl that could make your penis go from flaccid to hard in a split second making a comical “boing” sound in the process.

At first I tried not to take any notice of her, but she stepped in front of me and said, “Massachusetts.” I looked at her with surprise and sudden recognition and my stomach sank.

When I didn’t respond, she said it again, “Massachusetts.”

I tried to play dumb, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the secret word. Your sister said you’d understand.”

“OK, what do you want?”

“Can we talk in private?”

I led her to my car and we got in. The ball was in her court, so I let her begin.

“Your sister made me an interesting deal. She says that she has some a very incriminating video and some pictures of you. In fact, she sent me one. Wanna see it?”

She tapped at her phone and there was a picture. It was me alright, caught in fully masturbatory glory. My sister was quite the photographer. However, I was lucky that she selected a picture that was cropped so it didn’t show my face. It was a picture of a teenaged boy doing the dirty and I couldn’t deny it: the body matched, but if you didn’t know me you wouldn’t know who it was.

Nonetheless, it proved the seriousness of the situation.

Joanne sat there and smiled evilly at me as I blushed. I knew it was me in the picture and I knew she knew it was me in the picture.

‘What do you want?” I asked again, this time meekly.

“Your sister gave me two options. Actually, she gave you two options.

Option number one is that you let her give me the password to the site where she has all these pictures.

Option number two is that I get two hours with you where you have to do everything I say.”

This was an easy choice, let her see my sister’s site and limit my embarrassment. There was no sense in doing more degrading acts. I was about to tell her that I selected option one, but she pre-empted me.

“It’s not that simple. There are rules.

In option one, I get to pass the password onto two other people. I have to tell your sister who these people are and she will contact them and make them the same offer. As you can see, that means the site will go viral pretty quickly.

If you select option two, I don’t even get the password, so I can’t pass it on.”

“What’s to keep you from sending it to every girl you know?”

“I promised your sister, and she has information on me to keep me honest. Besides, I’m an honorable girl. I won’t do it. I’ll just keep my word.”

“OK, tell me more about option two.”

“In option two, it’s just you and me. No other girls are allowed. I get two hours sometime during the week to do anything I want with you. The only catch is that I have to take at least 25 pictures of you and send them to your sister.”

“And?”

“And that’s it. After the two hours it’s over.”

“What’s to keep you from using the pictures you took to blackmail me?”

“If I did that, you tell your sister and she’ll use the information she has on me against me. I don’t want that to happen.

I promise you. This is a one-time shot. Oh, I’ll keep the pictures for my own enjoyment, but that’s as far as they will go.”

Math was my strong subject and I did it. If the number of girls who had my sister’s site doubled every week, then in a couple of months, there would be literally thousands of girls who would see the site. Besides, this option had the most potential for a leak and then my masturbation habit would be all over the internet.

With option two, my embarrassment would be limited to one girl at a time. I also knew that my sister only had so many friends and the damage would probably be limited to only a dozen girls or so.

That changed the decision entirely. “I’ll take option number two.”

“Good. We’ll do it tomorrow. That’s mom’s tennis afternoon and she won’t be home until almost 6. Be there at 3:15.”

I was defeated, “OK, tell me where you live.”

“Well, since I’m sitting here, you might as well drive me home.”

I guess that was for the better. It would look funny for a 12-year-old girl to be getting out of my car in the school parking lot. People might get the wrong idea that I was some sort of child molester or pervert. Oh yeah, something was going on, but it was exactly opposite of what people would think.

I drove Joanne home and dropped her off at her house. She did something odd, she leaned over and gave me a peck on my cheek and said, “See you tomorrow. Be here about 3:15.”

I drove home in a daze. My sister got in a couple of minutes after me. I looked at her and said, “Let’s take a walk. I need to talk to you.”

Mom looked at us and asked, “Where are you kids going?”

“Were just taking a walk,” Roslyn said.

“Well … er ..OK. Just be back before dinner.”

I had to admit, it looked odd. My sister and I got along OK, but we never hung out together. Fortunately, mom didn’t press us for details.

We got away from the house and I didn’t know where to start. I figured that Roslyn knew what the topic of our conversation was going to be, but she was content to let me stew for a while. Finally she said, “Massachusetts.”

That was enough to break the ice. “Joanne, talked to me,” I told her.

“Yes, she gave me a call right after you dropped her off. I think it’s wise that you went for option two.”

“What’s this about?”

“Didn’t she explain it to you?”

“Well she did sort of. I thought we were just going to keep this between us two.”

“Where did you get that idea? I never made no such promise.”

I had to admit she didn’t.

“But she’ll blab it all over the place and I’ll be ruined.”

“No she won’t.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes I do. I have a picture of her naked, and I took a picture of her diary page where she admitted to a couple of things she rather not have people know about. If she blabs, I blab and she’ll be in as much trouble as you. Maybe more. Girls’ reputations are a lot more fragile than boys’.”

“How did you get her picture? Can I see it?”

“The answers are: I made her take the picture herself and send it to me as insurance and no, you cannot see the picture.”

“So now what?”

“You go see her tomorrow and do what she tells you to do.”

“What’s this about 25 pictures?”

“I’ve already made a web site and I want to add to it. I want to get as many embarrassing pictures of you as I can so that option one will never be an option.”

“Who has access to this web site?”

“So far, nobody but me. But I will give Joanne, or any other girl for whom you choose option two, membership after they exercised their option.”

“So I lose either way.”

“No you don’t. They will not be allowed to invite any other girls to the site.”

“Great!” I said sarcastically.

“Don’t be such a prude, dude. I’ll keep the club small. I won’t even let the girls know who else has optioned you – at least for now.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I can.

Look, you’re my brother and I love you. I’m not going to let any girl harm you. I’m very selective about who I’m going to let into the club. They’ll all be girls I can trust.

Besides, I don’t want to ruin a good thing. I get pictures and a share of your profits. I don’t want that to come to an end.

Look, I know it will be hard, but try to enjoy yourself. I’m sure the girls will make you do embarrassing things, but they’re under strict orders not to hurt you and that includes making sure they keep the whole affair secret.”

Enjoy myself? How could I possibly do that? But my sister held all the cards. I was subdued. I didn’t even log into the computer that night. I was wondering if I could ever log in again: sitting there on my desk. It was the scene of my humiliation at the hands of my sister and it was my very own room. There was no escaping the reminder.

Somehow I managed to get through the next day. Roslyn gave me a knowing smile at breakfast, and it was enough to make me blush.

I did something unusual at school. I tried to pay attention in class and bury myself in my studies. Anything to get my mind off my appointment with Joanne. But the thought of meeting her kept coming back every minute or two as the clock crept a slow pace through the school day.

2:45 came, the bell rang and I was freed from school only to go onto the uncertainty of what Joanne had in store for me. Joanne told me to meet her at her house at 3:15. She was obviously walking home. I had my car. I had about 15 minutes to waste: not enough time to do anything else, too much time to think about my situation.

I drove to her house and waited in the car. She arrived shortly thereafter. She walked up to the car and said, “Oh good, you’re early. I like that in a boy. It means that you are eager to see me. Come on in and we’ll get started.”

She led me into the house and down into the basement playroom. I was wondering where she would choose to do this: the bathroom, her bedroom, in the living room? Somehow the downstairs playroom seemed appropriate. It wasn’t quite as private as a bathroom or her bedroom, but it wasn’t in a “wide open” part of the house either.

Her first command was predictable. “I’m going to put on some music and I want you to dance. While you dance, I want you to take off your clothes. Time your dancing and stripping so that you take off your underpants last just as the music is ending.”

I remember as a little boy stripping down for my bath. Mom was good about that. She always gave me privacy and told me to tell her when I was done and ready for my bath. At that age there was no shame in being naked in front of her or my little sister.

That feeling totally changed the other day when my sister made me strip for her. Now this girl who I barely know is making me do it and she’s watching every step of it. She was also taking pictures: at least I was forewarned of that.

Fortunately Joanne selected a song I was familiar with so it was easier for me to figure out my timing. Unfortunately, I’m not a very good dancer. I don’t think she minded.

In a way, doing a strip-tease for her was sort of a benefit. Although it might seem to be more humiliating than just getting undressed, it did take my mind off what I was doing. Concentrating, partially on my dancing diluted the embarrassment of getting naked for the enjoyment of this 12-year-old girl.

The music stopped as I was rather ungracefully stepping out of my underpants.

“Stand up,” she said. “I want to see all of you. Put your hands on your head.”

She snapped several pictures of me in this position and then twirled her finger around indicating that I should turn around. I could hear the clicking of her phone as she took picture after picture of my naked form.

“Nice ass,” she exclaimed as I approached the 180 degree point of my pirouette. I finally and slowly completed my circuit to face her again.

She then made an unusual request. “Sit next to me and kiss me like you mean it.” She wanted to play girlfriend and boyfriend with me. I was wondering if she even kissed a boy before and I was pretty sure she didn’t kiss one the way she wanted me to kiss her now.

She hardly looked flattering still dressed in her school uniform, and there wasn’t much of a figure to fill it out. Her body was soft as I embraced her and oddly I enjoyed the sensation. Most of the girls I dated were firmer and while their bodies looked better, they were harder to the touch.

I decided to take advantage of the situation as well as I could. Although I was playing out my part in Joanne’s fantasy, I had some fantasies of my own and saw this as an opportunity to try some kissing techniques of my own that I wouldn’t try with the girls I dated until I knew what effect they might have.

I brought my face close to her and looked her in the eyes. Her face was her prettiest feature, and it was that that I wanted to remember when I closed my eyes.

Our lips met and there was nothing. She just sort of held them in place as I pressed mine against them. She was totally passive. This was going to take some work.

I decided that the more time I spent kissing her, the less time she’d have to humiliate me in other ways. I would take the kissing lesson slowly.

I made gentle puckering movements with my lips. My lips were sort of doing mini-pushups on hers. After several seconds she got the idea and responded in kind. It was clumsy at first but she soon fell into a good rhythm and pressure. I gave out a little grunt to let her know that she was doing fine.

I pulled in my lower lip a bit to let hers slip under my upper lip. It only took a couple of iterations for her to catch onto this and she allowed her lip to be suckled gently by my mouth. I protruded my lower lip against hers and she took it equally as gently.

We sat there and practiced this technique for a couple of minutes getting more aggressive as we sucked.

Then I dropped back to puckering to give the lesson a chance to sink in. Apparently it wasn’t good enough as she started moving her head side to side to let our lips slide along each other. Now she was teaching me something new. I liked his sensation.

We puckered and slid and licked for several delightful minutes when I moved my tongue into her lips. At first she resisted, but then she allowed me to penetrate. Her teeth separated and I gently intruded.

At first it was just a flicker: the tip of my tongue tickling hers. As she warmed to this I started the swirl my tongue around hers and soon we were playfully dueling in her mouth. I found that l liked the way she tasted and hope that she found me tasteful as well.

I pulled my tongue back inviting her to pursue it. Once again it took a couple of demonstrations for her to get the idea. She took over and stuck her tongue in my mouth where we parried for a while.

I was amazed at how far Joanne could stick her tongue into my mouth. That girl had one heck of a long tongue. I enjoyed feeling this part of her body in mine.

I wrapped my lips around her tongue and sucked on it. Within my mouth at first, but eventually pulling on it as if I were eating an ice pop. She got the idea and we exchanged sucking each other’s tongues strongly.

Then with tongues tiring, we went through the process in reverse until we were sitting there with lips simply pressed together again.

I wasn’t romantically involved with this girl, but I found myself liking her. I guess being naked in her presence and kissing her passionately had its effects. One of those effects was the firmest hard-on I could manage.

She pulled back and exclaimed, “Ooh, let me get a picture of that.” She took some close ups and I wondered if her camera could even focus that closely. Oh well, it’s a nice looking penis, and nobody is going to know whose it is.

She did step back and took a couple more pictures where I am sure she got my whole body.

She then pointed to a place on the floor and said, “Kneel there and jerk off.” I was expecting this, but it was still embarrassing to comply. This would be the second time in a couple of days where I was masturbating with a girl watching. I figured I better get used to it. It was going to happen a lot again in the future.

She pulled up a chair to watch me and for a while was so interested that she even forgot to take pictures. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her face on a much better developed body. I managed a very enjoyable ejaculation considering the circumstances.

As I knelt there recovering, she kicked off her sneakers and removed her socks. “Kiss my feet,” she ordered. I’ve seen pictures of men kissing and licking women’s feet on the web, but I didn’t expect to hear it commanded from a 12-year-old girl. I tried my best to emulate what I saw in the pictures.

One thing the pictures didn’t convey was the smell. Her feet smelled of a mixture of canvas, rubber and girl sweat. It was pungent, but after a while I got used to it. The taste was both salty and bitter all at once. I nearly gagged, but knew I had to go on.

I must have spent a significant portion of the remaining time working on both of her feet. I finally suggested that maybe she wanted to do something else and requested a glass of water.

She was quite gracious and even got the water for me.

She then sat on the couch and told me to get over her lap for a spanking. I was apprehensive. I hadn’t received a spanking in at least a half dozen years. One thing I did consider was that if she were busy spanking me, then she couldn’t be taking pictures of me.

As I assumed the position, she explained, “Don’t worry. Your sister told me that I can’t use anything other than my hand, and that there’s a certain maximum number of spanks I can give and that I have to stop if you tell me to stop. Now you’re going to be a big boy about this, aren’t you? You’re going to take as many spanks as you can, won’t you?”

My masculinity was on the line. It was a contest between my butt and her hand. Who will win? She started spanking. At first, it took me a bit by surprise. It was the first hand I felt on my posterior in a long time. It was a good, solid hit, but it didn’t hurt that much.

I hardly felt each one of her spanks but cumulatively, they were taking their toll. My ass was slowly warming and small patches of tingling started to appear. The tingling spread until it covered most of my ass. It felt both pleasant and painful at the same time.

The pain was winning over the pleasantness and I had to tighten my body and grit my teeth. “I will not cry … I will not cry … I won’t let her make me cry.” I kept telling myself over and over.

In the end, my ass won. I was at the verge of breaking down when she finally stopped. I stood up and heaved a deep sigh.

“Come look,” she said, taking my hand and leading me across the room to where the mirror was. “Look how red it is.”

It was indeed a very dark shade of pink with little red splotches here and there that corresponded to the tingly places. It was warm to the touch, but now that she stopped spanking me, it actually felt good. I knew that the sensation would stay with me for at least the rest of the day if not longer as a souvenir of the activity.

She really didn’t manage her time well; with less than 5 minutes remaining she wanted me to masturbate for her again. I had sufficiently recovered from the last one by this time, but I knew I couldn’t get it off that fast on the second try.

I could have begged off and told her that the time was up, but she really was nice about the whole affair. She did not do anything to really hurt me and mostly she was enjoying going through the motions of embarrassing me for the novelty of the experience rather than being cruel.

I indulged her and was willing to put in some overtime. I even stayed on to clean up my mess while naked on my hands and knees in front of her.

“Thank you,” she said, “You can get dressed and go now. My mom will be home soon. That was fun. I promise I’ll keep it a secret.”

As I was ready to go, she gave me another peck on my cheek and then moved to my mouth. We had one more passionate kiss. I guess she liked that part of the experience a lot.

By the time I got home, Roslyn was waiting for me. “Boy, it looks like you guys had a lot of fun. Joanne must have taken 150 pictures. Tell me about it.”

“There’s really not much to say. She made me get undressed, she made me jerk off, she made me lick her feet, she spanked me and made me jerk off again.” I left off the part about kissing. Somehow I wanted to keep that a secret between Joanne and me.

Over the course of the next couple of months, several girls came up with a “Massachusetts” proposal. Most of these ran along the same lines with the same themes of nudity, masturbation, and some of the time spanking.” I really have to say that many of the girls really didn’t have a lot of imagination; or maybe it was simply a lack of experience or knowledge. I felt so sorry for a couple of them, that I suggested some activities we could do.

Now that I knew that there were limits on what the girls could do or how intensely they could do them, I was not afraid to suggest spanking. One girls wanted to write her name on my penis with a felt-tipped pen. I added this to the list of things to suggest as well.

Things were fine until one girl made me give her boyfriend a blow job. She even made him give one to me. Apparently she was really into humiliating boys. Having another person there was in violation of the rules, but as she explained to Roslyn after I complained to her, “You said no other *girls*. You didn’t say anything about other boys.” Roslyn apologized profusely to me for this lapse and amended the rule for the future.

We looked at the pictures this girl took of the acts and were convinced that we had enough naked pictures of her boyfriend to keep him in line too.

Eventually, Roslyn ran out of friends to share me with. The Massachusetts requests stopped.

However, the business went on. My sister was doing a good job drumming up business for me. She expanded our market not only to reach a wider demographic (boys she knew and girls), but to diversify our product offerings.

It seems girls can be as perverted as boys: some of them liked the female domination sites, but more of them were interested in ordering books such as: A KeyHolder's Handbook: A Woman's Guide To Male Chastity, The Ultimate Guide to Strap on Sex, The Mistress Manual, Male Chastity: A Guide for Keyholders, Pegging: an Interactive Guide and The Good Girls Guide to Domination.

The books were more profitable than the subscriptions to the sites. My sister correctly guessed that girls could afford them even with as much as a 150% markup. The books were cheap enough that I could buy many of them with the card and still stay within my operating budget.

I wondered where the girls would get chastity devices or dildos or other “toys” to go along with some of these books. Just one toy alone, without markup, could wipe out my entire account. Leave it to my sister to have an answer to that. She showed me a large wad of cash she had collected and had me take her to the post office.

There, we set up a post office box and used the rest of the money for some money orders. She explained it to me, “We’re now in the sex toy resale business. I must have two dozen orders for vibrators alone. It will be slower to order things through the mail, but with cash-only transactions from the girls our spending is unlimited. There is also this: cash-only transactions don’t show up on the bill.

In fact, I’m revising our pricing structure. If a customer wants ‘premium service’ meaning ordering on line with your credit card, then they’ll have to pay more: a lot more. If they are willing to wait for ‘standard delivery’ then they can pay what they are paying now.”

My sister had the smarts of an MBA, yet she’s still in middle school! Although it was my idea originally, I have to admit that she’s the brains of the operation and I was willing to follow her lead.

“You keep driving me to the post office and help me with the distribution. I’ll keep bringing in the customers and collecting the money. We’ll still split it 50-50, partner.”

I was all for this. She could have gone it alone and left me out in the cold. I’m not sure how, but she’s a smart enough girl to figure it out.

It was then that she dropped the next bomb on me, “I’ve ordered some books and toys for me too. After all, if I’m going to recommend products to my customers, I have to check the quality of the merchandise.”

I had no doubt on whom Roslyn would be doing her quality control. I suppose it’s part of my job as her business partner.

(The End)