Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... Again.

But I would find her, oh yes. Find her and bring her home.

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I had an appointment to see Mandy, Scarlet Rendezvous' business manager, Friday at 1:00 p.m. Their office was on E. Tyler St. in downtown Tampa. It was very low key, the top floor of a modest two-story building. The business below cashed checks and sold auto tags.

I walked into a small reception area, and sat down. A sign on the desk stated that Carol, the office manager, was out to lunch. I waited 10 minutes and was considering coming back later, when a woman came down the hall from a room in the back.

"Mr. Franklin?" she said in a raspy voice that was organically sexy.

I stood up. "Yes. Hi. Are you Mandy?"

"I'm Mandella Fagin, business manager of Scarlet Rendezvous." She extended her hand, and I shook it. We both held on an extra second. She was smiling flirtatiously. Was she flirting? Maybe. It suddenly stuck me that I was in the offices of a video production company that produced hardcore pornography. There was something titillating about this.

I wondered if this woman acted in any of the videos they made. Her age was hard to pin down -- late 30s, perhaps? She was wearing a tight white blouse strategically unbuttoned to show cleavage, and a black skirt short enough to reveal her sexy tan legs. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her flawless olive complex, which highlighted her sensual white teeth, made her seem more Mediterranean than American -- like one of ...

... the those incredibly gorgeous women out of a Rocco Siffredi porn film. There definitely seemed to be a adult actress hiding under the whole businesswoman persona. She told me to follow her back into her office.

"Are you from the Tampa area?" she asked.

"New York," I told her.

"Wow, that's quite a distance. You must be pretty serious about investing. Did you fly down here?"

"Drove," I said. "Nineteen hours. I did it straight through."

"By yourself? That's impressive."

"Not a big deal. I'm ex-military."

"Really? What branch?"

"Navy," I said, before I could stop myself. I knew I needed to shut up but I couldn't. "I was a specialist. Now I run a security company. I served in Afghanistan and Iraq. Four tours."

Mandy stopped, right in the doorway of her office. "Oh my god, that's incredible. I'm so happy you made it back safely." She touched my arm. "I want to thank you for your service. Seriously. You guys risk your lives to keep us all safe. My older brother was a Marine. He was in Afghanistan from 2008 to 2010."

"I take it he's no longer active?"

"He died in 2011. Suicide."

"Shit, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Me too. But you know what they say -- freedom isn't free." She pulled a chair up to her desk. "Here, take a seat. I want to go over some basics of our company first, so you know more about us. Feel free to ask me any questions. This shouldn't take very long."

She opened her laptop and brought up the Scarlet Rendezvous website. The main ...