Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... together. What the fuck was I doing, drinking beer and lounging around? For a moment I thought it would be okay to relax, to let my guard down and enjoy myself down here in Florida. Maybe Karina was safe after all? Maybe she was even doing the right thing, getting involved in this start up business that could turn into something really lucrative. And I really did like Mandy, although I didn't want to admit as much.

Still, my 22-year-old daughter was making porn, and this was something that I wasn't ready to accept. What father would? Who knew what was really going on behind the scenes, whether she was being used or manipulated, or even abused. It didn't seem like she was in any trouble --Mandy did have a certain vibe that was swaying my opinion about the adult video industry -- but I hadn't talked to Karina in nearly two months. Until I saw my baby girl face-to-face, and heard from her own mouth that she was fine and living the lifestyle she wanted, I couldn't rest or relax.

I had to call Natalia. There was no way around it. I wasn't reporting anything to the police at this point. I grabbed my phone, scrolled through my contacts, hit her number. It rang and went to voicemail. No surprise. Why would I think she'd answer a call from me?

I left a message: "Natalia, it's me. I need to talk to you. It's very serious. It's --"

She was calling me back. I answered. "Natalia?"

"Kyle?" she said. She sounded upset.

"Yeah, it's me. Listen I --"

"They got ...

... her! They got Karina!"

"What? Who has her? What's going on?"

"I don't know!" Natalia said. "I just got a call from Karina! She said she'd been kidnapped!"

"You talked to Karina? Herself?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, just try to calm down a minute. Are you sure it was Karina? This could be a hoax."

"It was her, Kyle! Our fucking daughter! She's in trouble! It has something to do with you, doesn't it? Doesn't it!"

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe. Probably. What did she say on the phone?"

"That she's been kidnapped!"

"I understand that. But what else did she say? This is very important, Natalia. Did she know where she was? In a car? Where did it happen? Did she see who took her?"

"I don't know! She said she was in Florida, in Tampa Bay somewhere. She was supposed to be doing a shoot for a film when --"

Karina was calling me. My phone vibrated and her caller ID came up on the screen.

"Natalia, hold on a minute. Karina's calling. I have to take this."

"It's Karina?"

"Yes. Let me call you back." I switched to Karina's line. "Hello? Karina?"

"Dad!" a voice said urgently. It was Karina. I could tell immediately.

"Karina? Hello? I'm here. What's happening?"

"Someone took me dad!" she cried. "I've been kidnapped! They have me in a truck right now! They have a gun to my head! They told me to call you and mom! They said they're going to kill me if you don't do what they say!" "Do you know where you are? Can you see anything right now?"

The call ...