She gives him a call

She says, "Last chance, agree to be my plaything."

He says, "No."

After he hangs up, he hears police sirens and they find illegal drugs in his car. The funny thing is that he is dropped off at a minimum-security prison for white-collar crimes. The facility is famous for housing rich and famous inmates. John is given a shot, but no other processing occurs as he is brought straight to the visitation center.

Rumi is there to greet him, leaning forward with a smirk. "Hello babe, I did say that you were going to have a busy night tonight."

He looks at her, his expression tight. "This is not funny. I actually could go to prison over this."

One of the guards steps forward and muzzles him to cut off his protests.

Rumi chuckles softly. "Don't worry, gorgeous, they will find the drug is just flour, but you are going to spend the night in confinement. And I will pick you up in the morning. The truth is, we have a couple of clients spending a month here as guests, and they are a bit of a handful. I was going to send a high-class male prostitute, but you need to be taught a lesson. You also need to realize your new responsibilities and what I expect from my male and female lawyers. I told you when I want something, I get it. After your night of being handled and used by some prima donna, you will understand that."

She leans in closer, her voice dropping lower. "If you refuse, that 'flour' in your car suddenly becomes something a lot harder to explain away. And besides, you have a nice ass—you should show it off."

She straightens up, offering a final warning. "You have a long night to think about what happens when I hear the word no. Oh, and one more thing: you will be spending the night with a former CEO in her forties. We're going to spend a lot of time together tomorrow, and I want you to introduce that sweet ass to your trainer."

Rumi smiles as she turns to leave. "I do have good news for you, though. I am upgrading your living situation to make it easier for my clients to visit you—and your vehicle will be taken care of, too."

With a final clang of the heavy metal door locking shut, the guards take over, stripping him down and pushing him into a white-collar minimum-security prison cell. It is clean and sparse, lacking bars—just heavy reinforced walls and a single blinking camera lens in the corner. The secure metal door clicks, slides open, and standing in the doorway is a blonde, tanned woman in her mid-forties wearing high-end lingerie.

Standing 5'7" with a slim, athletic build, her 34DD bust, 25-27 inch waist, and 36 inch hips are accented by the silk and lace. Having spent months running things and going without intimacy, she looks him over with sharp, experienced eyes, immediately assuming he is the high-class gigolo sent to satisfy her desires.