You let Nancy up; readjusting your bulge as you stand. You both step behind the huge planter and peek around the side of it at Emma.
Nancy whispers to you, "I don't really want to talk to Mr Kamp after he just... you know." She makes a face, "Let's talk to the girl. I want to know who she is."
Emma reaches down; grabbing a backpack off the patio and slips one strap over her shoulder. She turns, heading back around the side of the house the way you had come.
Nancy steps out from behind the planter and smiles cheerfully; pretending she hadn't just seen the girl take it to the face like a porn star.
The girl pauses in mid step as she sees us and Nancy says, "Hi. I'm writing an article about local businessmen for the school newspaper and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?"
The girl looks toward the house and then back at Nancy and you as you come up beside Nancy. She asks; looking at me, "Okay. But who's he?"
Nancy glances back at you and then at Emma, "He's Mr , my journalism teacher."
You can see that Emma's nipples are still hard as they poke against the soft fabric of her little red hoodie. You try not to stare too long at them, but after the show she just put on, it's not easy.
"Could I ask you a few questions, Miss...?" Nancy continues.
"I'm Emma," the girl fills in the blank. "I guess so. What do you want to know?"
"Hi Emma, I'm Nancy. How do you know Mr Kamp?" Nancy asks casually.
"Mr Kamp?" Emma asks; looking back at the house again before continuing. "I don't really know him. He's my friend's father."
"Oh really?" Nancy perks up a little. "What's her name?"
"Summer," Emma says; readjusting her backpack. "We go to school together, but she hasn't been to any of her classes in like a week. She doesn't even answer her phone or any of my texts, which is really weird. I stopped by here to see if she was home, but Mr Kamp said she was visiting her aunt."
"Her Aunt?" Nancy asks; taking notes in a notebook she pulled out of her bag.
"Yeah; it's weird. I never remember Summer ever mentioning that she had an aunt," Emma replies. "I did get a voicemail from Summer the night before she disappeared, but I didn't think too much of it."
"Can we hear it?" Nancy asks.
Emma seems to think about it for a moment before answering, "I guess. It's kind of personal though."
With that, Emma reaches into her back and pulls out her cellphone. She thumbs through the menus and then puts it on speaker phone.
A girl's voice (you assume Summer's) moans, "Emma... oh god, Emma... ohhhh ohhhhh fuckkk yeahh! Oh yeahhhh fuck mee, that's it! Ohh fuckkk Daddy, pound your little girl! UHHHH yeahh, oh fuck, Emma, he's in my ass! He's gonna, he's gonna --"
The message suddenly cuts off.
You have to close your mouth because you're sure it's hanging open after listening to that message.
"That's quite a message," you manage to say.
"I must've listened to it a hundred times," Emma says as one of her hands runs over one of her breasts through her hoodie.
"Do you know what it means?" Nancy asks; slightly out of breath.
Emma answers with a smirk, "It means Summer was getting the hell fucked out of her. I never called her back cuz I figured she was having a party with somebody."
"But why would she call you in the middle of... that?" Nancy asks.
Emma giggles, "Well, sometimes if one of us is having a 'good time', we'll call one of our friends so they can 'share' the moment with us. We've conferenced in 3 or 4 of our other friends before so we could all listen in. Summer and I have a running contest of who can be the loudest."
Nancy is speechless for a moment as she hears about Emma and her friends' dirty little game.
"So that's what you were doing back here in the yard... with Mr Kamp?" Nancy asks casually as she pretends to scribble in her notebook.
"Um..." Emma starts, "Yeah, sort of... I've been over here before. I'm kind of like one of the family."
You almost choke as she says that, but you cover it by pretending to cough.
"Almost like family - is that why you were calling him 'daddy' while he was porking you?" You think to yourself.
"Mr Kamp likes to know that he's able to bring off a bunch of us girls at the same time while he's fucking the hell out of me. I had the speaker phone turned on on my phone so my friends could hear us," Emma explains as she pinches her own nipple through her top.
Nancy shoots you a look before asking, "So you have no idea where Summer could be?"
"If she's not with her aunt like Mr Kamp says, I don't know where she could be," Emma shrugs. "You might ask my sister Mona though. She works in the stables."
Emma points to a set of three buildings just over a slight hill about 150 feet or so from the mansion. "She lives here and keeps an eye on the Kamp's animals for them." |