“Let her go, Dad.” I say, knowing it sounds lame, but unable to come up with anything else. “We can work something out.” I tell him, trying to come up with a plan, as Maggie pulls her shorts and panties down, still holding the scissors.
“Holy fuck!” Dad exclaims, looking at Maggie’s thick, unruly bush. “What a fucking jungle!” He smiles, still watching me, to see what I’ll do.
“Don’t try anything, Nick.” Dad says, sternly. “I can make her stab herself with the scissors before you can get to me.” He says. “Maybe you need a demonstration.” He says, still smiling.
“Trim that god awful pubic hair, bitch!” Dad says, turning back to Maggie, and she starts cutting her pussy hair with the scissors. I watch her pulling the hair away from her mound with her left hand and cutting it short with the scissors in her right hand.
“Give them up, Nick.” Dad says, unless you want to watch her push those scissors up her hairy cunt!” Danae is still dancing around the room, oblivious to everything around her. I watch her dance close to dad’s desk and a light bulb goes off inside my head. Yes! If I can stall him a few more minutes.
“Dad.” I plead. “Please don’t hurt her.” I say, watching Danae as she dances over to the windows and then starts back across the room. “Okay, I’ll give them to you.” I say, reaching for the ear buds, watching Danae, while dad watches me. When Danae dances behind his desk, I make my move.
“Think about it, Danae!” I shout. “Turn off the switch on that box in the desk drawer!” Danae, stops dancing and reaches toward dad’s transmitter. Dad turns around and lunges towards Danae, tackling her and they both end up on the ground.
“Think about it, Danae!” I yell, as I grab the scissors from Maggie’s hand. “Fight him! Hurt him! Hit! Bite! Kick! Scratch!” I yell, as I start to move around the desk to turn off the transmitter. Dad and Danae are rolling around on the floor. Danae has her long, golden legs wrapped around dad’s torso and is clawing his face raw, biting his shoulder and pounding her fist against his head. They are an unusual sight; Danae, completely naked and my dad in his business suit, wrestling around on the floor. It would be comical, if it weren’t so damn scary.
Before I can get around the desk, Maggie grabs me, trying to get the scissors back. I guess the command to cut her pussy hair, takes precedent over anything else and she desperately needs to follow the command. I try to keep them from her, without hurting her, but she’s hitting me and grabbing for the scissors. I can’t get to the transmitter with Maggie holding onto me, but I don’t want to take the chance that dad will give Maggie a command to hurt herself with the scissors.
Dad seems to have overpowered Danae. She is on her back, flailing around, while he straddles her, with her arms pinned to the floor. He looks over at me, as the blood from his face is dripping down on Danae’s tits, and he has an evil grin on his face.
“You brought this on yourself, Nick!” He says, looking at Maggie, fighting with me for the scissors. “Her pain is on your conscience.” He scolds.
No! I can’t let him hurt her! In a sudden burst of inspiration, I throw the scissors to the other end of the office. Maggie lets go of me and runs after them like an excited puppy chasing a stick. I dive towards the desk drawer and rip all the wires from dad’s transmitter, killing the power, and hopefully, his hold on Maggie. She stops midway across the office, a stunned look on her face.
“What the fuck?” She asks, looking at me. Her eyes widen as she takes in the entire scene; her clothes in a heap on the floor, a pile of loose, black hair next to it and finally, Dad and Danae wrestling on the floor. In his struggle, dad dropped my transmitter. I pick it up, my hands shaking and plug in the ear bud cable. Dialing in dad’s frequency, I push the button.
“Stop fighting, dad.” He immediately sits still on top of Danae. She takes advantage of his immobility, to kick and claw her way out from under him. Standing up, she starts kicking him in the side and pounding his head. I let it go for a minute or two, watching her tight, round ass flex as she kicks him and her tits bounce when she hits him. They are definitely all natural.
“Think about it, Danae.” I use the trigger calmly. “Stop fighting.” I command her. She stands still, looking at my dad without emotion, as her chest rises and falls with her breathing.
“What the fuck happened?” Maggie asks, running her hand over her sheered pussy hair and looking at my dad’s bloody face.
“He used his transmitter on you.” I say. “I’ll give you the details later.” I say, hugging her against me. “You’re not hurt, are you?” I ask. Even in the midst of this adrenaline rush from the fighting, my cock responds to Maggie’s naked body.
“You can get hard, anywhere, anytime, can’t you.” Maggie laughs, as she playfully grinds her pussy against the bulge in my pants.
“Pretty much.” I laugh. “Let’s take care of what we came for and get the fuck out of here.” I say.
“Okay.” Maggie says, picking up her clothes and getting dressed. “Let me do it.” She says, giving dad a command that he will immediately call his lawyer and instruct him to file new divorce papers that ignore any claim to Elaine’s property or Harry’s property. He will further instruct his lawyer to make out a check to Elaine for two million dollars as a divorce settlement. He will sign those papers and put the check in the mail today, along with a letter apologizing for his over aggressive lawyer taking things into his own hands. He will never bother her again.” She says, fastening her shorts and pulling her halter top on.
I tell dad to give me a key to his house. Before we leave, I also tell him to forget about my transmitter and I give him the same trigger I’ve given Nicole and Danae, so I can control him if this ever happens again.
“Wow!” Maggie says, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. “He really said he’d do those things to me?” We’re driving back to Uncle Harry’s house and I’ve just finished describing everything that went on in dad’s office, after he hit the transmitter button.