Once we had determined the extent of Adrian's infidelity, I wanted a deeper look into his business dealings. As I gave the numbers a quick once over, two things became immediately apparent to me. Firstly, the quarterly returns had no relationship to the health or performance of the fund. Adrian had seemingly plucked a number out of the air and paid it out as a dividend. Of course, because the returns were so much higher than the real world returns, no-one wanted their money back. Everybody just rolled the dividends over, so that the Ponzi scheme remained intact.
Secondly, Adrian paid Phil an increased return on his one hundred million dollar investment. Phil made almost four percent in the last quarter alone, so he would be a fool to ask for any of his dividends in cash. I had a detailed look through Phil's file, and found an addendum to the contract. This allowed Phil weekly access to Koko, for two hours every Friday night. Apparently, Adrian had used the young USC student as a bargaining chip to accommodate Phil's appetite for young Asian pussy.
Later on, when the time felt right, I asked Sara about her relationship with Phil. Apparently, as soon as Sara was revealed to be a blonde, Phil lost interest and tasked Adrian with find him some replacement Asian pussy. Sara had no clue that it was Koko, so I felt no need to share that with her.
Although it probably made good business sense to lend Koko to Phil, it undoubtedly infuriated Adrian that Phil got balls-deep in his young girlfriend, once a week.
Later that afternoon, Adrian called Sara. He was at Indira Ghandi International Airport in Delhi, and had finally got a reliable wireless connection. He wanted an update, and was concerned because he had received two calls from close friends, claiming that a woman had called them, and advised them to close their accounts at his firm.
Sara was evasive on the phone, and I had to remind her that she was no longer under Adrian's thumb. She finally told Adrian that the wedding was off, as he was still fucking Samantha, and apparently Koko too. Adrian told her not to be hasty, and they could talk about it when he got back to San Clemente.
"There is nothing left to talk about. I watched the tape of you sodomizing Jaime. Fuck you, Adrian. You had better watch your back, you asshole," Sara said, before hanging up on him.
We had almost twenty hours before Adrian could possibly show up, so we worked to get Sara and Svetlana's stuff out of there. The girls had different approaches in deciding what to take with them. Sara grabbed her magic egg and the Apple Watch first, which wasn't surprising, as it was that anal vibrator that started this whole months' long saga. Svetlana got into Adrian's Apple account, and deleted the Apple Watch from his devices. She explained that this was just in case he tried to reset the watch to factory settings, and delete the remote function for the vibrating egg.
Svetlana wanted to take her entire wardrobe, and started to pack using Sara's Rimowa suitcase collection. Sara did pack some of her sexy clothes, but she left a lot of things too.
"I don't want to bring anything that I wore, while Adrian defiled me," Sara said.
Svetlana giggled at this notion, and said, "Adrian has defiled me in all my cutest clothes. He loves to make me put on a Chanel dress, only to kneel before him, so that he can piss on me."
Sara made a disgusted face, and focused on the more sentimental stuff, like her photos and her High School Year Book. When she came across her High School cheerleader uniform, she was conflicted. Although it was obviously a sentimental item, she had also been defiled in it. Horribly defiled. Urinated on, for fuck's sake!
"Take it Sara," I suggested. "You can always throw it away later, if it bothers you."
Svetlana had no qualms about packing anything that Adrian had pissed on. She was also technically homeless.
"You can stay with us, at Chris' place, for a few days until you get back on your feet," Sara offered.
Svetlana asked me if that was okay and I nodded, surprised that Sara was planning on coming home with me.
When they were all packed we had used all six of Sara's Glacier Blue suitcases, all of Adrian's Aluminum Rimowa trunks, and still had some clothes left hanging in the closet. It was a very short drive from my house to Adrian's, and I dropped the girls off, grabbed my own empty suitcases, and went back for more of the clothes. I packed the rest of Sara's and Svetlana's stuff, and loaded it into the limousine.
I checked Adrian's voicemail one more time, and there were six new messages. He had probably already boarded the plane, which is why he never got the messages yet. There were three messages from clients looking to close their accounts, and three messages from Ivan.
The first message was Ivan quitting, and asking Adrian to call him back, as they needed to go over the new arrangements, regarding the security of Chris, Sara and Svetlana. The second and third messages were progressively more aggressive, and finally, Ivan told Adrian he would send him a message, to show him that he was serious. I deleted all three messages from Ivan, and then I processed the account closure requests, from Adrian's three clients.
I was about to leave, when someone kicked in the front door. Two huge guys came into the house, and they were armed. They were wearing ski masks, and speaking a foreign language, so I knew they were Ivan's guys. One of the guys told me to kneel, zip tied my hands behind my back, and then bound my feet together with some rope. He took my picture, and sent it to someone, and then they were off looking for Adrian.
About five minutes later, they had cleared the house and had obviously established my identity, as I was released with an apology. Ivan called one of the guys moments later, and the masked thug handed me the phone. Ivan was much more deferential now that I was his employer, calling me "Mr. Chris", instead of "lipgloss boy!"
Ivan asked when Adrian would be home, telling me that Adrian had ignored his requests to call him back, and needed to be taught a lesson for that. I guessed it would be sixteen hours or so, and Ivan said that his men would wait.
"Do you have any special requests for Adrian's punishment?" Ivan asked ominously.
I never took Ivan's bait and he dropped his line of questioning. The masked men never did reveal themselves to me, but I heard smashing sounds throughout the house, so they were obviously vandalizing the place.
I wasn't going to engage in any criminal activity, but I did share the location of Adrian's wall-safe with Ivan, and he told me another guy was on the way to open it. I couldn't resist giving Adrian a parting gift. I went into his closet, and opened the drawer full of his beloved pocket squares. I urinated all over the expensive silk accessories, that he cherished so much. He would know that was it me, but wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
After I zipped up, I surveyed the disgusting mess, took a picture of it, and downloaded it onto Adrian's computer, using an SD card. Then, using his email account, I emailed it to him, so that its origin could never be proven definitively. I also selected the gross image as his screen-saver. Then I texted Ivan, and told him to leave Adrian's pocket square drawer and his office computer intact.
Just before I left, I did a quick check of the house. Ivan's guys were taking a break from destroying the place, and were making something to eat. I let them know I was leaving, and placed the black strap-on dildo and the rattan cane on the table, between them.
"Ivan asked me if I had any special requests," I began. "If you want to convey a clear message that Adrian is done in this town, use these," I said.
I went into Adrian's bedroom, and there was a big pile of destroyed suits and dress shirts on the floor. His closet had been ransacked, but his pocket square drawer remained untouched and smelled of piss! I closed the drawer to keep the odor contained, and left the property.
Sara, Svetlana and I returned later to drop off the limousine, and to grab the Maserati and the Bentley, as they were both solely registered in Sara's name.
When I got back to my place, Sara and Svetlana were snuggling together watching television, in their matching yellow babydolls. They looked so cute dressed identically, with their matching yellow g-strings, and their hair adorned with the feminine accessory of a yellow ribbon. My cock throbbed in my jeans as I admired them. This was going to take some getting used to on my part. Adrian had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on clothing for the girls, much of it on identical outfits for the three of them. The visual was very exciting and I struggled to remain a gentleman.
They had both taken a bath, and had opened a celebratory bottle of wine. Their wine glasses were on the table next to a large black bag. I didn't have any drugs in my house, and Sara was starting to have slight symptoms of withdrawal, so she decided to go to bed. My house is very modest compared to Adrian's, but I have three bedrooms, so Sara and Svetlana's stuff was piled up in the two guest bedrooms. Sara said good night, and limped out of the room with her glass of wine.
"Pour yourself a drink handsome, and let's celebrate our big win," Svetlana said with a sweet smile.
I poured myself a vodka, and sat on the sofa next to the young Czech girl. She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the cheek, thanking me for getting her out of Adrian's iron grip. She placed her manicured hand on my thigh, and I felt my cock stiffen. It felt strange to finally be out of the cock-cage, and for the first time in weeks, I had an erection that I could actually do something with.
Svetlana and I made eye contact, and we kissed tenderly. She was just so breathtakingly beautiful, that my cock strained against the fabric of my jeans. As we made out, she slid her hand up my thigh, and made direct contact with my cock through my jeans.
"I need to pay my rent," she said seductively, as she squeezed my erection.
