In the past few days, I’ve received a number of responses for my little American girl. I’ve tossed some questions back regarding the process for money. It seemed pretty customary for half to be paid up front and then the other half after delivery. When I was asked about the delivery time frame, I really had to sit back and think.

It wasn’t a matter of doing it, that was a no-brainer.

The issue was timing. How do I ensure delivery? I had a feeling these were people that it would be wise for me not to fuck with. So whatever date I gave them, I needed to be confident with it.

Before I replied to that message, I needed to really think. I decided to go to Irons tonight and have a few beers and maybe gaze at that little docile Sydney. Yes, Sydney was my guaranteed ticket to the money. Tammie would be the back-up. Her mouth worried me though.

Turns out that I had the best seat in the house tonight; it was little Sydney’s first scene in Irons. There was no way that I was going to pass this up and what made it even better was that Everett knew I was watching. I smiled at his arrogant face and raised my beer bottle at him. This should be good.

Her first scene was going to be with Evan. I’m surprised Everett let her scene at all with Evan. I suppose he was a decent enough guy, but he wasn’t the most observant. He’s an attorney too and probably not a very good one if he struggled with fine details.

But whatever. If Everett’s best judgment was Evan, fine by me.

While the negotiating shit was going on, I flagged down a Dungeon Monitor and asked to see Sydney’s play card. Wow, this girl has some seriously bizarre hard limits and triggers. I glanced at her and then back down at the card. Hands on the back of her head, food deprivation, loss of sight, sandpaper, belts, cleaning chemicals.

“Chemicals,” I said under my breath.

It sounded like she had triggers of someone coming back from being captive in Desert Storm. Hmm…I wonder…how would she react to being abducted? Would she be combative or crumble like a leaf?

I looked up from her card when some commotion broke out. Aw, poor little thing was scared of Evan. She was on the ground and clearly shaken.

Jesus, she might even be easier than Tammie, and without the mouth.

Graves was right there, swooping in, looking for a place to park his dick. I’ll admit, I got hard watching Graves participate in the scene. Anytime I could watch Graves go at it, I’d take advantage of it all day long.

A small laugh escaped when Evan came on Sydney’s face. Oh, holy shit! I thought Graves was going to murder the guy right there. Eventually, Evan came over to the bar and sat there with Will and soon, Colin and Sydney came over.

This was fucking perfect timing! I could dig at Everett a little bit. I needed to secure a play date with this little doe.

“Sign up sheet, Everett.”

“There isn’t one, Paul. Please understand that.”

I was losing my patience with Everett. He didn’t have any more right to her than I did.

“Evan played and so did Graves. And I’m sure you’ve been dipping into that too. I want a chance to negotiate a scene,” I explained.

“She’s not a masochist, Paul!”

He turned his back to me and walked away from me…again. Soon, he’s going to learn what it’s like to be told “no,” or to lose something. Then we’ll see who was upset and embarrassed.