"My darling Grid, what a pleasure." The sultry voice of Associate Producer Risha came from the other side. "What are you contacting this very single, feral, and wet lady for?"
"You were contacted by someone not long ago, yes?" Grid asked indifferently.
Risha giggled. "I am contacted by many people, handsome."
"I think you know exactly who I'm talking about, no."
"No, no. I think you'll have to come and show me. Sometimes I can't seem to find things. Like my clit, for example. It's just hidden beneath so many layers of skin and liquids. Sometimes I slip and fall around it and end up plunging a little too deep instead. Could you help me with that too?"
"Shiikha." Grid replied as though he hadn't heard her tirade.
Silence came from the other end of the phone. For a long while, Risha didn't reply. In fact, it was Grid who spoke again first.
