A shape flowed out of the darkness and stepped in front of him. It was the tall and busty flame-haired woman. She was still wearing nothing more than a longcoat over frilly pink lingerie.
Had she been waiting out here all this time? She must be freezing her nips off, Kurtzburg thought.
If she was, she gave no outward sign. She greeted Kurtzburg with a breezy smile.
"Mr Kurtzburg, we never realised you had to work so late."
She glanced up at Kurtzburg's floor, where everything was in darkness.
"You must have been so lonely, working up there all on you own. You should have let us know. We would have come up and kept you company."
A stretch limo—sleek and gleaming white—pulled up alongside them. The back door opened and two excitable women leaned out.
"Hello, Mr Kurtzburg," they said in unison.
Both looked younger than the flame-haired woman and were just as attractive. He recognised them from the pictures that had been sent him. In person they exuded a strong aura of wanton sexuality. They seemed like the type of girls that did anything and everything.
"I think there's been some mistake," Kurtzburg said. "You have me mixed up with someone else."
"You are Mr Piotr Kurtzburg, of..." the flame-haired woman reeled off Kurtzburg's home address and even his date of birth for good measure. "I don't think there's been any mistake."
Nope, that was rather... specific.
"Why me?" he asked.
"Someone thought you deserved it," the flame-haired woman said.
That didn't help Kurtzburg at all.
"What did you think of the chocolates?" she asked.
"Um, I didn't... um... eat them. The QA women shared them."
The woman looked disappointed.
"Oh well, can't be helped," she said. She smiled. "Their husbands and boyfriends will be in for a good night tonight. What about you, Mr Kurtzburg? Are you ready to embark on a night of unadulterated passion and hedonism?"
She held out her right arm, simultaneously blocking Kurtzburg's path and directing him in the direction of the back of the limo. The two girls, all smiles, beckoned him to join them on the back seat. A third girl regarded him with sultry interest from an open window. Wow. They'd looked attractive enough in the pictures, but were even more gorgeous in the flesh.
Kurtzburg was tempted. Sorely tempted. But...
...this was way too good to be true. There was no way it could be legit.
"I don’t think I can get into that car with you," Kurtzburg said.
"Aww," the flame-haired woman said. "Don't be so uptight. Those inhibitions aren't healthy. Come with us. We'll help you lose them. It will be fun."
She moved forwards to caress him.
Instinctively, Kurtzburg stepped back.
"Sorry, I think this is all one big misunderstanding. You have the wrong guy. No-one would arrange all this for me."
The woman placed a hand on her hip. Her lips pouted in irritation.
"My, you are an awkward one."
Her sensual lips turned up in a smile. Her eyes twinkled. For a brief—split second—moment, Kurtzburg would have sworn he saw a pink flash. Then...
...Kurtzburg was sitting on the back seat of a luxurious stretch limo surrounded by four gorgeously uninhibited young women.
What the hell. You only live once, he thought to himself.
to be continued...