Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... would need to be done in person. She suggested I book a time to come into the office and talk with Mandy, who took care of Scarlet Rendezvous' business operations.

I asked to speak with Sasha, but the woman on the phone -- her name was Carol -- told me Sasha was unavailable.

"When will he be available?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," she told me.

"Is there a number where I can reach him?"

"No."

"Is there any way to get in contact with him?"

"What's your name again?" Carol asked.

"My name is Chad Franklin. Like I said, I'm looking to invest in adult entertainment. No one is really selling DVDs anymore, obviously. It's all about marketing, and building a platform on the internet and social media. I know some people who could help you promote your page. More importantly, I have some real money to invest. Are you sure there is no way for me to speak to Sasha? Maybe send him an email?"

"Unfortunately, Sasha doesn't take calls from new investors. I'm sorry."

"I see. That's unfortunate. I really do like what Scarlet Rendezvous is producing. There was this one video, it was titled 'College Coed Rendezvous,' I believe. I like how you design your videos around the rendezvous theme -- this is a good way to develop your brand. Anyway, there was an actress doing the scene, she was a cute girl-next-door type, had auburn hair, cut into a sexy wedge. She had blue eyes. Do you know who I'm talking about?"

"I'm not sure, sir."

"Well, I think I know the ...

... actress who did that scene. If I give you her name, would you be able to put me in contact with her?"

"We don't give out information on our actors or models over the phone. If you're interested in booking or hiring one of them for a shoot, you need to come into our office."

"Fine," I said. "I'll come in then. Can I make an appointment with Mandy, your business manager?"

"Of course. Let me get her schedule."

***

I rented a silver Cadillac Escalade for the drive down to Florida from New York. The last time I made this trip was for Karina's karate championship. I thought of her as a kid in the garage, breaking boards. She was an awesome daughter, who'd made me so proud. We were close once. That seemed like a lifetime ago.

I brought some of my toys with me -- my Glock 17, a taser, a blackjack, a roll of duck-tape, and zip-ties. I wasn't planning on fucking around once I got down there. I would find Karina and bring her back home. Period. I hoped to do it peacefully, without a lot of drama. My toys weren't for my daughter, of course. They were for emergency purposes only, in case this Sasha prick wanted to make trouble.

I left New York after midnight, preferring to drive in the dark. The roads were open and much less busy, especially that long stretch of I-95 from New Jersey to Virginia. I was driving through Richmond when the sun came up. This is when I noticed a black Mercedes following me. For a brief moment I thought I saw someone inside loading an assault ...