Not as expected, but nonetheless chaste...sort of.

As soon as Beth hung off, Adam dialed another number.

"Hello, Officer Fitzpatrick? This is Adam Ziktor."

"What do you need me to do, Mr. Ziktor," The statuesque policewoman said, an inviting tone countering her brusque words.

"I've just been told that I'm being investigated by the authorities. What can you tell me about ?"

There was a brief pause, and the Fitzpatrick responded, somewhat confused. "I'm not aware of anything, and nothing's coming up on our server. Looks like the Feds are trying to screw us again...I'm gonna have to talk to my boss and get back to you."

"Thanks," Adam said. "But don't call. Come around, so I can...thank you personally."

"YES, SIR," Fitzpatrick said, enthusiastically and lasciviously.

Adam laughed and hung up, then stepped into a cab...which happened to have another passenger. She was blonde, with a conservative business suit, glasses, a severe bun, and very little make-up. She was also very clearly quite a stunner. The Blonde stared at him for a second, before speaking.

"I am the luckiest girl in the world. Meeting you two days in a row."

Adam was flabbergasted, as he had no recollection of this girl at all...until she took his hands and put them to her chest. He groped instinctively, and recognition dawned. He laughed again.

"Heh. I didn't recognize you in that get-up, but I never forget a rack. So, 'Harlow', you work at Ubiqutron?"

She shook her head. "No, I was just attending a meeting on the third floor. Why are you taking your hands off my tits?"

Adam was right in the middle of trying to apologize to a busty near-stranger for removing his hands from her breasts, when he glanced at the cabbie. "Hey! Dragan!"

"Mister Z!" replied Dragan, his Eastern European accent still quite heavy.

Harlow seemed a bit sad at the interruption. "You two know each other?"

"Dragan and I have shared the odd adventure," Adam understated.

Dragan turned around. "Where to, lady?"

"Anywhere this man is going."

"That'll be fine, Dragan. Take me straight home, and I'll cover this nice lady going out of her way."

"Ah-ah-ah! I can cover myself -- though I'm so much more fun when I can UNcover myself." She winked at him.

"So, Harlow, what is your name, really?"

"It really is Harlow. There was some astronomer whose first name was Harlow, and my parents figured it would be good enough whether I turned out to be a boy or a girl. They thought it was kind of romantic. You know ... the stars ... " She hefted her rack. " ... celestial objects ... "

Adam laughed. "I'm so glad you turned out to be a girl."

"Well, I am too ... but I'd be so much gladder about being a girl if you and I could, you know ... "

"I should nickname you Bad Time."

Harlow pretended to get huffy. "I am NOT a bad time!"

"Bad ti-MING, then. I need to get straight home. It sounds like the government may be messing with me."

"Need a lawyer?"

"Ever heard of Irving Korbs?"

"Sure."

"He's my lawyer."

"Sure, he's your lawyer -- but Irving Korbs doesn't look anything like THIS lawyer. Namely, me."

"I'm fine with Irving. He's one of my oldest friends. We do ... favors for each other."

Harlow chewed her lip contemplatively. "I'm sorry to hear you may be getting messed with. Maybe you could use publicity."

"Ever heard of Carl Wolper of Maximus?"

"Yes."

"I just did a TV spot for him. You may see it soon enough. I have all the celebrity I can handle."

"Yes, but Adam ... I can offer you something truly incredible."

He looked her over. "I don't doubt it."

"Well, of course, that ... " She got a large flat phone out of her briefcase. "When you so nicely molested me the other night, I just had to tell my girlfriends. You may have heard of one of them. Sarah Buscher?"

"Sarah Buscher? ... You mean, the columnist Sarah Buscher?"

"The bold sexual anthropologist of our times herself. I'm one of five women Sarah always chats with. She fictionalizes our names, but you get to hear what they really are." She held the phone up to him. "This is our ringleader, Sarah. Then this is Kimba ... Aisha ... Gina ... that's me ... and that's Kristin."

Adam was impressed. Sarah Buscher herself was simply rather pretty, but her sheer notoriety compensated somewhat for that. Kimba was the oldest of the six but a lovely blonde with a sly smile and a big laugh. Aisha was a very striking black girl, Gina was a simply pretty black-haired girl with a brooding look, and of course there was Harlow.

His musing cooled off when he saw Kristin, who was especially striking but curiously reminded him of Charlotte.

"We were up past our bedtimes fantasizing how best to meet you," purred Harlow. "What to wear, what not to wear ... "

"Five total strangers want to jump me?"

"Oh, honey. You bet!"

He handed the phone back. "The TV spot will be enough. I don't need to be part of a sexual anthropology report read by a million people."

"You'd be Mr. X."

"That wouldn't be good enough."

"Maybe Sarah could forgo reporting anything." Harlow sighed. "So you're fucking your three wives tonight?"

"Harlow, I'm a too-male, but even so ... that's a little personal."

"Huh. I bet you are." She turned to him.

"Hey!" Adam was used to some female attention downstairs, but it was running truly rampant that day.

"Sarah's not here, so I have to be the scientist -- Whoa! You have got to be fucking with me."

"No, that's all me -- and no matter how much you rub like that, you're not getting any action out of me."

"Awww. Dysfunction?"

Adam decided to entertain his audience (including Dragan, who was paying it cool and quiet up front) with a blow by blow (so to speak) inside story of how the TV shoot had gone.

"And here we are," Adam announced as the cab approached home.

Harlow looked ahead. "You live at the Atwater place? Adam, you're too much. I think it only fair to warn you -- I consider it open season on you."

"You have to track me first."

"Your name is Adam Z, you work in the Ubiquitron Tower and you live at the Atwater place. You're trackable, all right." She scooted over to him as he got out. "I'm serious. You can expect the six of us to come gunning for you."

"I'll be waiting." He gave Harlow a kiss and watched Dragan drive her away.

The place seemed a bit strange as he came through the door. No activity in the garage, no maid to greet him. Puzzled, he headed for the office ...

(Originally posted on the BEAddventure by Shendude and Druulempire)