A Phone Call and a Pickup Time

The rest of the morning was spent on mundane tasks. Besides getting ahead on what work remained from your start-up sale, you gave Brinda special attention. Her performance from last night proved that she was progressing quite well. You gave her some affection throughout the day, all of which was well received. From more wholesome words of praise to less wholesome grabs at her ass, you made sure she felt your presence.

However, it was the afternoon when things got interesting. You felt your personal phone ring in your pocket. There was no caller-id, and you had not been expecting a call. As you raised the phone to your ear, though, you had a sneaking suspicion who it might be.

"Greetings, Mr. Lawson," a familiar, deep voice said. "I am once again calling on behalf of Mr. Green."

"Excellent," you reply, keeping your tone cool and calculated. "Is this about the... cat adoption we discussed two days ago."

"It is. We think you would make an excellent home for the kitty. You are still interested, correct?"

"Yes, of course." This was sooner than you had been expecting. It seemed things move fast in the world of the Russian mob.

"After I hang up I will text you an address," the man continued. "You will be there at nine o'clock sharp. You will come alone and unarmed. Is this clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good. See you tonight." Without another word, the line went dead. As promised, a follow up text was sent that contained an address. It was a rather seedy pier in a rather seedy part of New York City. Typical for these sorts of hand-offs.

Dealing with the mob was not really the way you had planned on building your harem. While you had made the connections, they had always been a back-up plan. You preferred softer methods of recruitment, and more willing prey.

Still, you would not look a gift horse in the mouth. This was a golden opportunity, and you had no plans on wasting it.