Vadim naturally began screaming, but Chris just spoke. Peyton propped him up and then left the office, as Chris warned him that he might fall under their control as well. He had a mask over his head, and was tightly bound. “I see.” PING! “They’ve arrived.” Chris and their client waited for a couple minutes, and then two beefy bodybuilders dumped Vadim on to the office floor. “Will that be a problem?” Peyton counter-questioned. “My men will be escorting him here shortly.” He answered it, to see a svelte twink standing there, dressed in a suit. The next day, Chris heard a knock on his office door.
Vadim would be their penultimate client before the big meeting they had set up. Considering all the zeroes that trailed after the one in the check they just received in the mail, they were more than willing to do so. Apparently, some dude named Peyton, with Trevor-like wealth, was interested in having Vadim Black, the gay porn star, under his control. Chris had just got off the phone with a new angel investor.
