Make the phone call!

You remain hidden in the shadows provided as you watch the two hookers climb into the car and head off to destinations unknown. There is still a decent amount of traffic on the busy street for the late hour and it makes it impossible to cross without drawing much attention to yourself. The phone number sits uneasy in the pocket of your boot, like a thorn in your side. You look both ways to make sure the cost is clear then you head for the phone booth.

After reaching the phone, you squeeze yourself into the small cubicle and shut the door. Immediately, the bright light comes on, illuminating you to all those who pass by. Thinking quickly, you open the door and decide to make the call in the open. You kneel down and dig into the gym bag, passing the handgun, where you find some loose change. You drop the coins into the slot and anxiously wait, listening as the phone rings. After the fourth ring you are ready to hang up, when suddenly you hear it pick up.

You hear a young female voice on the other end; the voice is bubbly, and full of pep. To your disappointment it was an answering machine! "Hello, this is John! I'm obviously not home! I'm probably at Club Marx! Leave your name and number at the beep and I'll get back to you shortly!" The beep sounds and not knowing what to say, you just hang up.

"John?" you ask yourself. It doesn't sound familiar! You are still dumbfounded and confused at the situation. You stand idly against the booth trying to put the pieces together, with absolutely no luck. You feel as though you are getting nowhere, and stomp your foot down in frustration.

You are broken out of your trance by the silver Audi that has stopped directly in front of you. You still don't realize what is happening as you watch the tinted window roll down, revealing a handsome middle-aged man's face. His olive-toned skin, and dark deep eyes seem to send you into a trance as he leans towards you.

"How are you tonight, John? Keeping busy?"

His voice oozes sexuality, and you can feel your skin crawl as the heat grows from inside you. You feel your nipples tighten, pressing against the tight fitting top. A tingling sensation is beginning to grow between your legs as you continue starring at the gentleman in front of you. You are frozen in your stance. Who is this guy, and why are you reacting to him like this?

"Come here John," he beckons.

You stride confidently to his car, and not knowing why, lean into the open window.

"How about a little party tonight? just the too of us," he eagerly asks.

Just as you are about to answer him you look up and are shocked back to reality when you discover the alley you came out of earlier is adjacent to Club Marx! Then with a quick look in the other direction you notice two police officers walking in your direction.