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“God, you can’t be serious?!?” Jen said looking down her nose as she looked in my direction.

“Oh, absolutely!” Kacy replied, a broad smile on her face.

“But, he’s, he’s old!” Jen continued and I just smiled.

“Yeah, but, trust me…” Kacy replied but Jen was having none of it.

“Forget that… I’m out of here.” Jen said and then turned to leave, but I reached out into her mind and froze her feet in place.

“Hey!” she cried out as she struggled to get her feet to obey her.

“Oh! Did I do well Master?” Kacy asked a she trotted over to me and dropped to her knees.

I smiled down at her and patted her on her head, “You did well Kacy. Why don’t you bring yourself to orgasm as a reward.”

Kacy’s face lit up in excitement as her hand dover between her legs and under her bikini bottom to find her pussy.

“What the fuck!” Jen exclaimed in utter disbelief at what was happening.

“No, the fucking will come later.” I said offhandedly and then walked over to where Jen was standing.

“Get away from me you creep!” she shouted but another little push in to her mind brought her voice down, not that there was anyone around to hear her anyway.

“Now, now, let’s see what we’ve got here.” I said and then reached up and pulled her bikini top to the sides, “Not bad, kinda small, but a good base to work with.” I said then then placed my hand under her chin and turned her head from side to side.

“Good bone structure too.” I said as I nodded and confusion raced across Jen’s face.

“Ok, here’s how it’s going to be. I grabbed your friend Kacy there yesterday and have been playing with her since then. She’d going to bring you and your entire friends group to me, well, at least the hot ones, for some adjustments. I have several clients who are always looking for beautiful young women.”

The confusion on Jen’s face turned to fear, “Good. I see you understand. The bad news is that this is going to happen, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. The good news, if you want to call it that and I’d suggest you do look at it that way, is that as one of the first of my acquisitions on this trip, you’ve got some options.”

I tossed my head in the general direction of Kacy, “You see Kacy is ok, but she’s not in your class at all. She’s got no options, she’s going to be sold to one of my clients that has brothels spread out across the middle east. But you and a couple of your other friends have the kind of class that some of my more sophisticated clients look for. Clients that want mistresses, trophy wives, secretaries, etc. From what Kacy told me, you’re at the top of your class and on your way to graduating law school.”

Jen managed to shake her head from side to side in disbelief, but I just smiled.

“As such, I have three ‘premium’ placements on my list this trip and I’m going to give you the option of which one you want. Well, want might be too strong of word, but let’s say the one that is the least objectionable to you at the moment. Don’t worry through, when I’m done, you’ll be quite happy with whatever choice you make.”

This time Jen managed to get herself under a little bit of control and nodded her head.

“Good. The first position is a trophy wife, there’s a famous sports figure that is looking someone to hang off his arm in public, but he has some… unique… tastes in the bedroom. You’ll find those breasts of yours to be far too small for his requirements.”

Jen managed to look down at her chest and whimper just a little.

“The second position is as a mistress of a congressman. He’s quite old and dirty, very perverted. The good news is that you’ll never have to be seen in public with him, and if you’re lucky, he won’t last more than a dozen or so years.”

Jen’s eyebrows raised a little at that.

“And the last, well, it’s basically a walking billboard for a plastic surgeon. He likes to bring in a new girl every year and start working on her. The good news with this position is two fold, first, he never has sex with his projects, the second is that it’s a relatively short term assignment. Five years tops. The bad news is that by the time those five years are up, you’ll be stuffed with so much plastic that even your own mother won’t recognize you.”

Jen just stared at me until I finally spoke to her one last time, “And of course, if you don’t want to choose I’ll just send you to one of my other clients, like the overseas brothels. No skin off my nose, I’m sure one or more of your friends or another group of girls I find will take them. Now then, time to make your choice…”

I smiled and nodded as her mind latched on to one of the option and I pushed deep into her mind to start my work.

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