“Yes. And I’ll make sure Kyle likes me more before the evening is through.”
“So when should we do this thing?”
“How about this Friday...? That way, we can keep them up late, and have more time to work out the seduction.”
“You think of everything.”
“I know. Speaking of which, would you give me their number? I’d like to invite them personally.”
“Sure.”
She wrote it down. “Okay, Roger. Thanks. You’re a dear.”
“I try.”
Monday, August 4th
After shopping for some necessities and new clothes to wear, and mostly to avoid Evie—she sat in her room, her door closed, pondering the best way to approach the task. All she needed was for Evie to start praying about her intentions, and all would go awry.
Good luck smiled on her. Evie had left her a note saying she would be home later that evening, so the coast was clear. The “Send” button on her phone dialed the number Roger had given her.
Appealing to her woman-to-woman would best disarm Amanda. As luck would have it, Amanda answered.
“Hello?”
She pumped her fist in the air. Yes! “Hi, Amanda. This is Perri Loliyekar. I was wondering if you and Kyle would like to join Roger and me for a little dinner.”
At first, she heard nothing. Then a few moments later, an answer came.
“Oh, Perri. Hi. I’m still embarrassed about how clumsy I’ve been around you.”
“Oh don’t worry, dear. I’ve all but forgotten it.”
“Thanks, you’re very kind. But, to answer your question, let me ask Kyle.”
She waited patiently, hoping the answer would be ‘yes.’ A few moments later, Amanda returned. “Perri?”
“I’m still here, sweetie.”
“Yes. Kyle and I would love to join you and Roger. When?”
“This Friday, at eight o’clock in the evening.”
“Should I bring anything?”
“Oh no. We’ll take care of everything.”
“Okay. See you then.”
* * *
Tuesday, August 5th
The early evening sunset had settled two hours ago. Her smart phone indicated that the time was 21:30 hours. There were four more days until Friday, and Poisonous tapped absentmindedly on the side table next to her bed. “This is boring. No Roger or Kyle and Amanda until Friday. I need to do something positively hideous. Something where someone suffers.” Her blood boiled through every vein and artery in her body, until she came up with a plan. “I must find a young girl to get raped; and of course, some pervert to do the deed.
She flew in a westerly direction in D.C. and once again smelled perversion just a bit to the South, and sure enough, it came from the direction of the Capital Scene. Alighting in the Ladies’ room, she floated into an empty stall, and changed to Perri. The smell of perversion was much stronger in the club. She followed her nose out into the bar, and happened upon a guy who looked rather handsome, yet underneath that attractive exterior, she smelled a child molester who specialized in taking advantage of young teenaged girls.
He sat alone at a table, nursing a drink from a bottle that cost him three hundred dollars. Scantily clad women gyrated on the stage, and young women in skimpy outfits brought very expensive alcohol to private tables. The chaos was on the floor below, where many bodies teemed on the dance floor to music that pulsed and pounded, and drinks flowed constantly.
An empty chair next to the gentleman summoned her, so she sat next to him.
“Hi. I’m Perri.”
“Hi,” he answered, not looking at her or caring that she was there.
“Do you have a name,” she asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Oh, I’m not asking you for my sake. I happen to know that you like younger girls. I think I could arrange for you to meet one. Would you be interested?”
He studied her for a minute. “How would you know if I liked young girls? I don’t even know you, nor have I seen you before. I don’t even know why I should talk to you.”
“Well, let’s just say, I think we can be of benefit to each other: I find a girl for you to…entertain, and you pay me…oh…say…a reasonable fee.”
“What’s a reasonable fee?”
“How much did you pay for this private table?”
Again, he studied her with pointed caution. “Is that really any of your business?”
“Well, I happen to know that to reserve a table like this costs you a minimum of four hundred dollars; which means you could spend even more. So I say, a reasonable price would equal what you would pay here: about five hundred dollars. I’m sure you bring your friends here as well.”
He didn’t address her last statement right away. After a few moments of silence, he finally said, “Alright. Say I’m interested in your proposition. How do I know you’ll deliver?”
‘Oh, trust me. I always keep my word. In fact, this time only, you can pay me when I deliver you a ‘date.’ How’s that?”
“Okay,” he said. “Here’s the deal. Meet me here next Saturday, at eight o’clock. Be sure to bring my date. If I like what I see, I’ll give you five hundred dollars. Otherwise, the deal is off. Are we understood?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll deliver: you can be sure of that.”
He went back to nursing his drink, turning his head away from hers, as if she hadn’t been there the whole time.
“See you on Saturday, mystery man.”
“Yes. And have a date for me that I approve of…”
“Absolutely.”
* * *
Friday, August 8th
Poisonous vibrated with anticipation. So far, the hunt had gone better than anticipated, and she couldn’t wait for the evening to begin. The smells of the catered food wafted to her nostrils, making her mouth water. “Roger, that food smells simply divine. Where did you get it?”
“A friend does private catering. She’s really good.”
“I’ll say.
