Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... feels amazing," she said.

I ran my tongue up her calves, kissing her legs softly. I spread her legs apart, moving my face between her thighs.

"Chad," she protested. "We can't. I have to get ready to go to work."

"We've got time, don't we? I can work fast."

"Later. Tonight. After the shoot. We'll do dinner again, and come back here. Then we'll fuck. You can direct the action."

Mandy got up and went into her bedroom.

"What about me?" I asked. "What am I going to do all day?"

"Come to the shoot."

"I think I'll pass. I feel a little hung over from last night."

"No problem. Stay here then. Take a nap if you want. I can trust you, right? You're not some psychopath who's going to rob my apartment, or go through my underwear drawers?"

"Don't give me any ideas."

Mandy laughed. "Well, just don't tell anyone I let you stay here, especially Carol. She'll think I need to get my head examined, letting a guy I just met stay alone in my place. But you served our country, so I can trust you, right? Plus, you'll soon be an investor with us. You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"Not at all," I said. "Just waiting for some money to clear my account."

"Great. Make yourself at home then. There's some baked chicken and rice in the fridge. There might even be a few beers in there. Just don't overdo it. I want you rested and ready for action when I get home."

***

I was asleep in Mandy's bed when my cellphone rang. I didn't recognize the number. I ...

... answered anyway, but I was too late; the call had gone to voicemail. A minute later the message came through.

I got up and checked it. The person who left it was using a voice distortion device, the kind you hear during an interview with someone in witness protection. The message said: "Your daughter is one dead mother fucker. We're watching her. We know where she is."

I wasn't sure what I'd just heard was real. I was in that unsettling state when you just get up, between dreams and reality. I listened to it again: "Your daughter is one dead mother fucker. We're watching her. We know where she is." The voice was distorted and mechanical sounding.

I sat on the bed for a moment, wondering what this meant. My head hurt and I was having trouble concentrating. It was 1:17 p.m. After watching some television, I'd drank the three bottles of Heineken in Mandy's fridge, and ate the rest of the chicken and rice. I went into her bedroom and took a nap. I'd been asleep for two hours.

I decided to reach out to Karina. Another call was definitely warranted now. "Hey Karina, it's dad again. I don't mean to bother you, but I just received this odd call on my phone about you. It's probably nothing, but you know my motto -- better safe than sorry. Can you call me back please? Or maybe even send me a text so I know you're okay? Thanks sweetie. I love you. Bye."

I went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, chugged it. I needed to rehydrate and get my shit ...