who previously commissioned this story: 
Commission for CDR2“Refill your drink, mister?” The waitress asked, walking up to the table. She favored the table’s long occupant with a wide smile.
“Sure, thank you.” The man sitting in the corner booth replied, handing his glass to the young woman. She turned and headed for the kitchen, her hips swaying appreciatively with each step. The man knew the smile and the walk had more to do with hope for a bigger tip than anything else, but that didn’t stop him from following her with his eyes all the way back to the kitchen.
“I wonder if she’d act like that if she knew who I am?” the man thought with a wry smile. Probably not. His name was Junior Jones and he was a member of the International White Slavery Union. The criminal association regulated the kidnapping and sale of women as sex slaves on the worldwide black market. They negotiated with buyers, dealt with law enforcement agents or journalists who were a risk of exposing the Union’s activiti