MILF club - Life at an apartment full of older beauties.

Kat simply couldn’t stop thinking about what Alan and Arthur might have been whispering about, especially because she couldn’t stop thinking about everything related to Arthur in general.

It seemed to be something important to him, so she wanted to help somehow. And she believed Alan might tell her.

The man, on the other hand, was terrible at social interactions, but he would never betray Arthur’s trust without a reason. No matter how much pressure he was under, he wouldn’t cave.

And yet, Kat barely had to ask him about it three times before Alan began revealing glimpses of the truth. Finally, he told her the whole story just before they arrived at the supermarket.

And as much as he tried, he couldn’t hide the way his lips curled slightly with the smug satisfaction he felt whenever things went according to his plans.

He knew it wouldn’t be that easy to take Gerald down. Even if they had evidence, they would ultimately run into problems regarding the illegality of their methods. And Alan didn’t want to expose Arthur to any risks.

The boy thought about calling his contact at the secret security agency, but he would rather not. Even though he worked for the government, they still didn’t know his real identity, and he would rather keep things that way.

He didn’t trust the government, for that matter... Then again, he didn’t trust anyone besides Arthur.

”That is why I have been helping Arthur investigate the matter,” he finished telling the story. ”We want to make Gerald pay for what he has been doing.”

Kat swallowed hard, having difficulty believing everything she had heard. Still, she doubted Alan would make any of that up.

She clenched her fist, anger painting her face. The blond girl had a strong sense of justice, so of course she wouldn’t be able to ignore any of what she had heard.

Alan knew how proud Kat was, and that she hated being told what to do. So the easy way to have her full support was to make her ”decide” by herself to do what he wanted her to decide.

”And earlier, at the library, I was talking with Arthur about it,” he said, showing the footage from the camera in Gerald’s office and explaining the story of how he had hacked into it. ”The problem is that we still have no evidence, and...”

”Even if you get some, it’s not that easy. I’m sure an influential man like our principal wouldn’t be easy to catch...” Kat pondered for a moment.

There was only one conclusion she could reach. She liked Arthur and had a strong sense of justice, so of course she wanted to help.

Besides, Alan had made sure not to mention Iris and Arthur’s relationship. He hadn’t even mentioned Iris in general, only telling her that the situation involved a teacher. That way, jealousy wouldn’t play a role.

”I think I could help you guys with that,” Kat said with conviction.

”How?” Alan feigned ignorance as he began picking up the things Amanda had asked for at the supermarket.

He had already run a background check on Kat. That was how he knew she was the daughter of Marcus Walsh, a man who had once been married to Vanessa Martin and who had since taken his new wife’s surname, becoming Marcus Scipio Jones.

It was the surname of the current president. Not by coincidence, either, considering the president was his father-in-law. Adopting the surname would theoretically help with elections.

Alan didn’t read or understand much about politics. But he knew that Kat, Katherine Jones, as she had been registered at school, was the dear daughter of a very important person.

He didn’t know who had made that decision, but Kat kept her father mostly a secret, and he assumed it was for safety reasons.

Alan was fairly sure the teachers didn’t know. The principal probably didn’t either. And from what his research had turned up, Marcus was a very overprotective father.

”I could be the bait,” Kat offered. Her hands were trembling a little. ”If you can film what he’s doing in the office, we can get footage of the moment he makes an inappropriate offer to me.”

Truth be told, Kat was scared of her own idea and not at all sure she could pull it off. But she wanted to bring Gerald down.

Alan, on the other hand, was making a real effort to hold back his smile.

”And if he doesn’t take the bait?” he asked. ”Gerald’s not an idiot. He’s been doing this a long time; he’ll be careful with his wording.”

”Don’t worry. Even if he is careful, I’m sure it will work out. All you need to do is send it to my father secretly and...” Kat hesitated. ”Just trust me, it will work out.”

Alan looked at her with an unreadable expression. He was not sure why she would want to send the video secretly, but if Kat was willing to get her father involved, it was good enough for him.

”Fine,” he said. ”But we need to speak with Arthur before moving ahead with the plan, okay?”

Alan knew that using Kat as bait, a somewhat risky job, without telling Arthur about it would definitely anger his best friend.

On the other hand, he would never tell Arthur that he knew Vanessa was Kat’s mother. First, because Arthur always got angry when he stalked people. And second, and more importantly, because things were much more interesting that way.

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”Come here.” Amanda sat on the sofa and patted the space beside her, calling Arthur over once Kat and Alan had left.

The man hesitated, but finally dropped his weight onto the cushions. However, he still glanced toward the door, a part of him wishing he had gone with his friends.

”You can relax, nothing will happen,” Amanda whispered in his ear. There was something profoundly relaxing about her voice. It reminded Arthur of meditation videos; just listening to her made his body slowly grow heavier.

”Why don’t you lie on my lap,” she offered, ”and let me take a look at your face?”

”Why?”

”Didn’t you get punched in the face?” Amanda said, revealing a small tube of arnica gel she’d hidden behind her back.

”I’m not injured, you don’t need to worry about it.”

”At least let me take a look,” Amanda said, her lips forming a soft pout. She puffed out her cheeks just a bit, pleading with her eyes. ”Please?”

Arthur hesitated for another second before giving in to her cute display. A defeated sigh escaped his lips as he leaned over, resting his head against her soft thighs. Up close, the subtle scent of lavender drifted from her clothes, lulling his tense muscles into settling.

Looking up, his view was partially framed by her chest, the thin fabric of her dress clinging closely.

It was hard not to notice her hard nipples pressing against it, and Arthur smirked, finding a quiet amusement in the perspective, especially in the way her boobs jiggled at her every movement.

”Let’s see the damage,” Amanda murmured softly, interrupting his thoughts.

Then she reached down, her warm fingers gently brushing aside his messy hair to inspect the side of his jaw.

She located the mark, a faint, hardly noticeable discoloration near his cheekbone. Arthur was definitely tough, considering he barely showed a mark, but Amanda still wanted to check, so she lightly pressed the tip of her finger against it.

Arthur winced, a sharp spike of pain cutting through his drowsiness. ”Ouch!”

”I knew it,” she said, giving him a scolding look. ”You really need to learn how to let people take care of you, kid. Anne is a great role model for a lot of things, but try not to adopt her worst habits.”

”I will keep it in mind,” Arthur said, half seriously.

”Don’t you dare ignore my advice,” she warned, though her tone held no real heat, squeezing a cool dab of arnica gel onto her fingertips. ”Don’t forget you are under my care now,” she teased.

Then she pressed it against his cheek. Even with her gentlest touch, a sharp flare of pain made him wince, the cold ointment biting into the tender bruise.

As she spread the gel over the tender spot on his cheekbone, Arthur hissed softly through his teeth.

”Shh, I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Amanda coaxed, her voice dropping to that hypnotic, soothing hush.

She kept her fingers light, delicately working the gel into his skin until the sharp pain began to dull. And slowly Arthur began to relax, and the tiredness of his body began to settle in.

”You did great already, so you don’t need to worry about anything now,” Amanda commented softly, realizing he was relaxing.

His body slowly uncoiled, sinking deeper into the plush cushion of her lap, as she parted his hair.

”There. All taken care of,” she whispered.

Arthur’s eyelids grew impossibly heavy. The warmth of her legs beneath his head, the steady rise and fall of her chest, it all melted away the last remnants of his resistance.

The exhaustion from the last day, the early running and the fight all came at him at once, and he fell asleep.