Chapter 1
“You wanted to see me?” Andy really wasn’t all that happy to see Malcolm—at least,
not here, not now. He shouldn’t have shown up without contacting me. The big man glanced
at his security screens. Somebody might be watching him... He sighed. Still, he’s
always been a good customer. It can’t hurt to be polite.
As soon as Malcolm walked through the door, Andy knew that things were different
for the Producer. He’s lost some weight, the burly man realized. And that suit is out of
style. He looked closer. And has some wear on the cuffs…
“I know you’re worried about security—but you can relax,” Malcolm nodded toward the
screens. “Nobody followed me out here.” He smiled crookedly. “Hell, nobody really cares
what I do nowadays!”
“Business is bad?” Andy touched a button on his desk’s intercom. “I thought your
little film went over pretty well.”
“That film did great!” Malcolm shrugged his shoulders. “The other things I made
last year...” He shook his head. “Not so good.”
The door to the office opened and two women entered. Heather was first, walking
carefully, a short hobble chain keeping her steps tiny. She was naked—common enough in
this place—wearing only a leather collar and a broad leather belt. Each wrist was
attached to the belt by a two-foot length of chain—leaving her just enough slack to allow
her to carry the sliver serving tray—an item heavy enough to force her to balance it very
carefully indeed.
Despite her effort to keep things level—and despite the weight of the chains and
tray--Heather walked beautifully, swaying her hips with each step. She did not look at
the masters, but kept her eyes submissively downward as she made her way into the room.
Another girl, Sonia, was just a step behind, similarly accoutred and carrying an
identical tray.
“Like a drink?”
As he spoke, the two slave girls fell to their knees—one alongside Malcolm, the
other nearer to Andy.
“That’s Heather, isn’t it?” Malcolm nodded toward the first girl. “She’s looking
good.”
“She’d better.” Andy ran a possessive hand over the girl’s closely cropped hair.
“If she doesn’t, she gets punished.”
Malcolm smiled and looked at the girl closest to him. “Sonia looks pretty good
too.” He reached out, ran a finger down the line of her jaw. “But then, she always
did.”
Andy saw a slight shiver pass over the girl as Malcolm touched her—but it passed
quickly. She really doesn’t like him. He smiled inwardly. So…
“Sonia.” He stared at the girl. “Do you have something to say to this master?”
Another shiver ran over the dark-haired girl—so slight only Andy noticed it. She
turned toward Malcolm and softly asked: “Master, may I serve you?”
“How about it Malcolm.” Andy gestured with an open hand. “Do you need a quick
blowjob? Something to relax you?”
“You’d let me use her? Here?”
“Sure.” Andy shrugged. “She’s a slave girl—it’s what she does.”
Malcolm looked at the kneeling figure for a long moment, then: “No—thank you--but
not right now.” He turned to Andy. “I just want to talk a little business.”
“All right.” Andy took a cup of coffee from the platter the girl next to him was
holding—waited while Malcolm did the same, then: “You may leave now.”
The girls rose gracefully and, with an almost identical sway of equally enticing
hips, turned toward the door.
Andy swatted Heather’s ass as she did so. “Slave—go to my room and kneel alongside
my bed.” He smiled. “I may want to use you when I’m done here.”
“Yes master,” she half-turned, smiling. “As master commands.”
“Sonia.” The other girl froze near the door. “You were less then pleasing—report
to Mitchell for punishment.”
“Yes Master,” she intoned, face suddenly stony. “How many strokes should I tell
him to give me?”
“Five should do.” Andy motioned with his hand. “Go there now.”
There was a flutter of softly-rounded flesh—and the girls were gone.
“Those two turned out pretty good—did it take a lot of work?”
“Not too much.” Andy smiled. “And you should see them work together in bed...”
The smile disappeared. “Now, what can I do for you—and why did you come out here without
calling?”
“I have problems.” Malcolm leaned forward in his chair, eyes suddenly serious.
“The last couple of films I made have done really poorly at the box office. The studio is
trying to freeze me out--I can’t get funding for anything...”
“Do you need a loan?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’d need too much to do anything worthwhile—besides, I
have a better idea.” He looked Andy in the eye. “I want to make another film like the
one we did last year.” He suddenly smiled and shrugged. “Hell, it was the only thing I
did that made any money at all!”
“Kind of dangerous to try the same sort of thing again...”
“We won’t.” Malcolm’s smile grew. “No cattle calls this time—I have something
even better in mind.” He pulled a thumb drive out of his pocket and handed it to Andy.
“Have a look at this.”
Andy took a sip of his coffee as he strode back to his desk. He slipped the disk
into his computer and opened the film inside. “Hmm.” The screen showed five young women,
each dressed in a schoolgirl outfit with a mini-skirt and knee socks. “Nice looking
enough.” He enlarged the image, checking the muscle tone of their bellies. “Good
bodies...” He turned to Malcolm. “Tell me about them.”
Malcolm leaned back in his chair. “Have you heard of the San Diego Comic Con
International?”
“Sure,” Andy nodded his head. “Every summer—July or so, isn’t it?”
“It’s become huge for the film companies in the last couple of years—we set up big
booths with displays, giveaways, all kind of things.” He smiled and nodded at the screen.
“We also hire booth babes to run them.”
“Booth babes?”
“Actresses and Models who want to be seen—lots of opportunities there—all kinds of
people go.” He looked at Mike. “They hope they’ll find some work.”
“But this time...”
“This time we’re going to give them the works.” Malcolm’s smile widened. “If you
know what I mean.”
Andy leaned closer. “Tell me more...”
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