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“I believe you are acquainted with one of my associates. A gentleman who goes by the moniker Fiddler.”
“Fiddler works for you?” I could have spit nails. Was this how he tracked me down? None of this was making sense.
“Over the years he’s performed a number of tasks. But between you and me, I’ve been less than impressed with his performance of late. So unreliable. He takes that medical m*******a for his cancer. I think it has made his mind mush.”
“Is there a f*****g point to this phone call?”
“Why, yes, there is.” He chuckled. The sound of it made my skin crawl. “I’d like to offer you a job.”
“A job? Doing what? Working as one of your s*x slaves? No, thanks!”
“Oh heavens, no! You are far too talented in other areas, though I do think you and I could have so much fun pleasuring eac
