Page 3 of The Summons

“Yes, of course.” I answered. “Just needed to get the ole belly... er never mind.”

“You’re an odd one, aren’t you?”

Embarrassed that I was about to tell a stranger about my pudge, I spat out, one word— “What?!”— never thinking in my wildest dreams he would say it again.

“I said, you’re an odd one, aren’t you? It means you are ‘the one’.”

A little off put I asked, “What is that supposed to mean, ‘The one’ ?”

“It means I’m sending a car over to your sister’s house. Be ready it will be there in five minutes.”

“Five minutes?! Are you crazy ?” I dashed over to the closet and pulled out a Goodlife duffle bag and tossed it onto the bed. I blindly started yanking clothes off their hangers. As I did, I tossed them over my shoulder in the same direction of the bag, and yelled, “There is no way in hell I’ll be ready in five minutes!”

“Four minutes Cassi.”

“My name is Cassidy.” I told him as I rummaged in my dresser for socks and underwear. Tossing them onto the bed, I hurried over to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open.

“So, how long do you think I’ll be over there for?” I asked as my fingers poised over my sex toys.

I was fighting an internal battle with myself waiting for his response.

“Pack enough for a week,” he murmured.

“Hmmm okay.” I was faced with a dilemma. Did I really need my toys? Or would I even get the chance to use them? And what about the airport? Did I really want a rubber shlong showing up on the x ray machine? No. Leaving the dildo behind I took my trusty clit sucker and stuffed it into the duffel bag before tossing my clothes on top.

I huffed my way through zipping up the bag when the sound of the doorbell ringing had me freezing. “You said four minutes,” I whispered.

In my mind I pictured him lifting a shoulder in indifference. “Traffic must have been light,” he said.

I crossed the room and peered out the window to the street below. There, a black limo sat all shining and sleek in the sunshine. I looked down to see a man standing below looking directly at me. A very large, muscular man with dark hair, slicked back in a ponytail.

The curtain fell back into place as I backed away from the window. “You sent a limo?” I muttered. “Why Cash?”

“You will find out once you’re at the Black Flag.” Before he hung up, he said, “Now, grab whatever you can, your flight leaves in twenty minutes. We will be waiting for you at the pub. Have a safe flight, Cassi.”

Chapter 2

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