Chapter 4 - The Sociable Sort
Then of course we have, Melissa, our sociologist. Boy, did she make a wrong call
when she worked out how to play the interview.
We know quite a bit about our recruits before they ever turn up at interview so
we didn't expect her to look the way she did. For someone we knew to favour
trainers, jeans and a sweatshirt; her outfit was a surprise. The tight trousers,
worn with spike heeled boots, well cut shirt and waistcoat certainly made an
impression. And she'd made a real effort with her hair and make-up too. Elly had
grinned as she'd shown her in for the interview and I had sat back thinking that
training her was going to be easier than I had thought. Of course as the
interview progressed she had tried even harder. She had obviously thought that
flirting with the interviewer was a good move; she invited me to call her "Mel";
she took trouble to make sure I got a flash of cleavage where she had left
undone just one more shirt button than was decent. That was fine by me, it just
confirmed my assessment - she fitted the bill from an academic perspective and
could be made to fit in regarding the other requirements of my clients without
too much effort. She was fluttering her eyelashes at me over the top of her
coffee cup as the drug kicked in and she slumped forward towards the desk.
Melissa has recovered from her trip in the boot of our car and is now standing
in the office. She's still gagged, roped and handcuffed and, I suspect, feeling
stupid. Elly stands to one side watching her. I ask her if she is going to
behave sensibly. She scowls over her gag and then nods.
Elly, as she has done so many times, eases off the tape. Melissa keeps quiet. We
go through the same ritual that I cover which each of the recruits. I explain
that she has been abducted and that because of the way that we do things there
is no question of her being rescued. She is told that she will be leaving the
country; that she will become the property of her new owner overseas and that
she can expect better treatment in return for cooperation. She will remain
secured at all times and gagged whenever it seems necessary.
I decide to have a little fun with her and tell her that she came across
particularly well at the interview and that her new owner will appreciate her
flirtatious manner. She blushes. I tell her I am particularly intrigued by what
she has under her waistcoat and that I am sure she will not mind me undoing the
few remaining buttons of her shirt. Melissa protests but, while Elly holds her
still, I unbutton her shirt, professing satisfaction with what I find and
assuring her that her new owner will be quite happy with what he will be
getting. She is obviously embarrassed but whether this is the result of being
half stripped or because of she feels that her flirting earlier has in some way
contributed to her current situation, is impossible to tell. One thing is sure,
she won't like being stripped later, either. I don't bother to button her
shirt, she might as well get used to a little exposure. She is gagged like the
others and taken back down stairs.
