I have to trust that Emmy will get here before this guy shoves his dick up my ass, which, admittedly, is not lubed up.

I do my best to turn him on. The faster he attempts to fuck me, the faster I can get out of this horrible situation. I try moaning into his ear. I feel pathetic, my acting skills just aren’t that good. But it doesn’t matter. This guy is so into it, he’s practically trembling. He flips me around, yanking down my shorts to expose my black thong (surprisingly comfy and shockingly supportive). He unzips his pants, and I now I know why this guy is so excited: He has a micro-penis. This is probably the most action he’s gotten in a long time.

He readies himself, pushing my thong aside to expose my ass crack. He’s about to thrust into me, which honestly doesn’t scare me as much anymore now that I know what I’m working with (or not working with).

But he can’t move. I can’t move either. We are both frozen in place. A camera flashes.

A giddy feeling passes over me. Em’s magic always feels incredible to me. When she uses magic on me, or even when I’m just near it, it feels like everything is out of balance but at the exact same time, it feels like I am so, so safe. It’s almost a little painful, like it’s squeezing my whole body, but it’s intoxicating and enjoyable at the same time. I would never tell Em that, though.

Obviously, there are very, very few magic users in the world. (As far as I know.) Our kind keeps everything super duper secret. I, however, have experienced being in the presence of quite a few people’s magic, and I can say for sure that nobody’s power feels like Em’s. Emmy is special. I know that, everyone knows that. No one I have ever met has magic that is as powerful, flexible and useful as Emmy’s. Or, if they do, they do not have the control that she does. My magic is different too, but it’s not something I would call special. Freaky, definitely. Embarrassing, absolutely. She guesses all the time, but there is no way in fucking hell that I am going to tell Esmeralda what my magic is unless it’s absolutely necessary.

I feel the Target’s greasy body slide off of me. I knew she would save me. Em’s magic gently releases me, lowering me to the ground. I give a little embarrassing moan, missing it as it leaves me. Christ wearing a lampshade. Fuck.

Emmy pulls a pair of handcuffs out of her cleavage. She cuffs the Target to a tree. Right on time, a squad car pulls up.

Officer Jake Montgomery, or Jakey Jake, as I call him, steps out. He hates when kids get abused. We work with him all the time. He doesn’t know about our power though. He’s just normal.

“Jakey Jake!” I call out to him excitedly, back to my twink-tastic self.

“Jesus, Roxy, put your pants on,” Jakey Jake shields his eyes blushing. I still can’t decide if he’s straight or not.

“Shit! I always forget!” I grab my shorts and tug them on.

Emmy shows Jakey Jake a picture on her phone, silently. He goes off.

“I’ve told you kids a million times to stop doing this shit!”

By “this shit,” Jakey Jake means luring criminals who are invincible into our trap. Criminals who people are too scared to challenge, no matter how badly they have been wronged.

Emmy and I work to take down mob bosses, gangsters, awful people. I seduce them, Emmy catches them in an incriminating pose, and they go to jail for fucking an underage kid. Other people have to be afraid of the gangs or the mob coming after them. Not us. Emmy and I live on our own. We don’t have anyone who could be at risk. Someone comes breaking down our door for revenge almost every week. But Emmy and I are not afraid of normal people.

As far as anyone, particularly Jakey Jake, knows, I am a teenaged sex-addict who manages to trap these people over and over because of my little problem. This act holds up even more because Emmy also thinks I’m a teenaged sex-addict… (People like Jamal come over to break down our door almost as often as the gangsters. And I do have a problem. But it’s not the problem she thinks I have…)

Soon, I’ll stand on trial to help put this Target behind bars. As he is investigated into, his other crimes will come to light. Soon, gangsters will be flooding our place, and Emmy will protect us. All in a day’s work.

Jakey Jake turns to Emmy, “Esmeralda. Time after time after time you say that you will keep better track of your cousin. To protect him. You tell me that you two will stop doing this. Esmeralda, he is a sex-addict. He needs help. A minor has no business working at a club like this. I have only avoided meddling in your affairs thus far because…” he trails off.

The reason, I know, is that he knows that if he opens up an investigation into me, I will be discovered as a runaway, and I will be sent back to my parents. If you can call them that. Jakey Jake is a softy. He doesn’t want to send me back there any more than I legitimately don’t want to go back. (And on top of that, he thinks Emmy is my 24 year old cousin. He’s blinded by her huge tits so he doesn’t realize that she’s only 18. And not my fucking cousin.)

“I know,” Emmy pats him on the arm. Her tone is honest. Shit. Emmy really thinks I’m a teenaged sex-addict. She’s been trying to get me to get some help since the beginning of our arrangement. It breaks my heart to lie to her, but the truth is fucking weirder. And I don’t want her to know. For a lot of reasons.