“If Sir would just wait in here...” The tall, dark haired, young woman waved a hand, guiding John through the heavy oak door into a luxuriously appointed room. At the far end of the small space was an overstuffed leather armchair into which he sank. “If Sir would care for it, there are drinks available...” she stepped over to the nearby corner in which a small but expensive drinks cabinet was set up. “And the humidor on top has cigars, Cuban of course.”

“Of course.” He replied, “And a scotch, neat.”

Quickly and efficiently, she fixed his drink and drew a long cigar from the holder. Taking it from her, John ran it under his nose, testing the aroma. After handing him the cut crystal glass, filled with a couple centimeters of clear amber liquid, the young woman held a gold lighter up to the cigar. He puffed at it, pleased.

“It’ll be just a minute and we should have your selection ready.” The woman finished, giving a short bow. Keeping her head tilted down, she turned and stepped toward the door. John followed her with his eyes as she left the room, enjoying the sight of her pert bottom wiggling in the tight, but professional business skirt she wore, her long legs in their dark hose crisscrossing in a pleasing manner.

“Too bad she isn’t on offer...” He thought silently to himself. Of course, as he well knew with these people, for the right price anything was available...or anyone. And he certainly had the funds. For now though, he waited, settling in to the comfortable armchair, puffing on his cigar and enjoying the fine product of the distiller’s art.

At what must have been precisely 59 seconds, the door opened again and the dark haired woman returned. She moved to stand to the right of John’s chair, angled somewhat between facing him and the door. “If Sir would allow me to present, our first item on offer tonight...” Through the door stepped a tall, burly man in a dark suit of similar cut and color to the woman’s. In one meaty hand, he held a short leather leash, slack.

A second later, the person attached to the other end of the leash stepped into the room. She was tall, blonde and gorgeous: wide hips, perky breasts, thin, but not to the point of looking malnourished. John could easily see this as, apart from the thin collar around her throat, she was completely naked. Her hands were behind her back. As she was led in a small circle around the room, John could see they were locked there by a pair of steel handcuffs...as well as her pert, round bottom.

The dark haired woman filled in the pertinent details:

“This is Miss Anna Bauer, from Baden, Germany. Age 23, formerly a stewardess, she was picked up by our "recruiters" on a layover. She speaks English and German fluently, French and Italian competently. And as you can see, she’s gone through all the usual conditioning to ensure complete compliance as well as training in...ahem...her primary functions.”

As she was brought to a half, standing to the right of John, the young Miss Bauer kept her head bowed, her pretty blue eyes towards the floor. Her expression was carefully neutral, giving no indication what she was thinking.

By contrast, it was quite plain what the next girl was thinking as she was brought in. She was clearly unhappy with her situation and wanted people to know it. Unfortunately, the thick ballgag crammed between her teeth made that rather difficult. She stumbled into the room, the shackles on her ankles as well as wrists jingling, not quite dragged along by the taut leash held by a second man, practically a clone of the first. John inspected this second young thing as she was paraded unhappily before him. Not as tall as the first girl, but with a lean runner’s body, smooth skin the color of coffee with a dash of cream. Breasts were a bit small, but very perky and legs were to die for. Again, the relevant details were listed out by the hostess:

“Our second item tonight, Miss Polly Jenkins, British, age 21 formerly a shop girl. One of our "associate groups" robbed her shop and passed her onto us. Unfortunately she didn’t take to the conditioning as well as Miss Bauer, but we rate her as manageable if kept moderately restrained. She has gone through the same training in sexual and domestic service and was rated as effective if not enthusiastic.”

As Miss Jenkins was made to stand beside Miss Bauer, the door opened a third time and the final ‘item’ on offer was brought in. Like Polly, this girl showed her thoughts on her face in a way Anna did not, but in her case, this third girl plainly could not believe where she was or what was happening. She looked forward, wide eyed, in horror as the handler led her into the room by the leash.

Numbly, she shuffled through the same little circle, giving John a chance to examine her from all sides. Shorter then the other two, a little chubbier, but with wide hips and full round breasts. Her dark red hair was tied back in a braid and between her legs was a smaller patch the same shade. Her pale, freckled cheeks blushed red. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being led around naked just yet.

“Finally, we have Miss Hannah Brown, American, age 19, abducted while on Holiday with her school group along with three other girls, unfortunately already sold. She’s a natural redhead, we’ve left her unshaved so Sir can confirm. She’s just beginning her conditioning, hasn’t received more then basic training, but we rate her as quite passive and naturally submissive and easy to handle if kept restrained.” Hannah sobbed a bit through her gag, cringing as she stood beside the other two girls.

John leaned forward in his seat, looking from one girl to the next and the next. He motioned for Anna’s handler to have her do another turn, then Polly’s. “Hmmm...” He thought silently, sipping at his drink. “What choice to make...”