Frank. Just Frank.

Joe sweated heavily. He looked at his locket, at a picture of his eldest daughter, and sighed. "He'll see you now," said a nurse in a revealing pink karate gi.

Joe walked into the hospital room to an expected sight. It was a large suite built especially for EDPs. Four or five nude women rested on loveseats, playing on their phones or watching the TV. In the center, the main attraction, was being fucked by a large, older, pregnant woman, her breasts swinging wildly as she gyrated atop him, facing away and towards Joe.

Joe humbly walked towards the three-hourer as he came into her, and slapped her on the ass. "Thanks Mom!" he said, as she expertly got off of him, exposing him completely to the businessman. Mrs. Holder nodded at Joe, before heading off to join the harem girls by the TV.

Joe got his first good look at Frank Holder, and saw the extent of the injuries. His body was emaciated from the hips down. Clearly unable to walk, his life had been sentenced to this hospital bed and only the women that could be provided for him. A living hell, Joe thought.

"Mr. Holder, I'm Joe Robbins from Take-A-Bitch, you contacted us about a proposition." He stuck out his hand for a shake, which was ignored.

"Oh, yeah. Mom! Ma! Get the picture!" His nude mother went into a sideroom to fetch something, as Frank layed there in his disheveled state. Another nurse began giving him a sponge bath, paying special attention to his private parts.

"Don't they usually send women to do this job?"

"Yeah, my younger daughter usually comes on these calls, but she's out on maternity leave right now. There are two kinds of clients at Take-A-Bitch, Mr. Holder, those who have trouble getting with the program, and those who have a specific person or situation in mind that only we can provide. Judging by your family and friends over there, you don't strike me as someone who's shy about his condition."

"You got that right, Joe. I need to fuck just one person, while I still can, and I've exhausted the resources of this clinic and my patrons trying to find her. I hear your organization performs miracles, so I'm coming to you."

Joe replied, "Per our contract under the old Compact and under the United Nations Code for the Erection Dependent, we can only provide you with one 'Bitch', one specific woman or situation. I know Hollywood celebrities and to a lesser extent politicians can be a bit fickle, but we do have vast resources and extraction teams that can kidnap and bring whomever here for whatever **** fantasy you may have. You just give us a name and we can take it from there."

"I don't have a name, just a picture. And no real **** scenario, just standard sexual enslavement." Joe nodded as Frank went over his desire. "Here's the picture."

Mrs. Holder handed a small picture frame from some dollar store to Joe. Inside was the standard picture that came with the frame, of some teenage girl with braces smiling for the camera. Joe looked inquisitively at Frank who merely nodded in his direction. Joe just shrugged and took the frame, knowing that Frank must've gotten a weird obsession over this frame model. He's seen stranger things from EDPs.

A white gi nurse interrupted. "Mr. Holder, your three o'clock virgin is here."

"Thanks. Lube her up and send her in. Joe, I need to take this. Before you leave, did you want to fuck some of my sisters? One of them isn't showing yet, if that's your thing."

"No thanks, Mr. Holder. Maybe when I'm done. I'd much rather get this case under way."

Joe Robbins exited the suite, walking past the bored harem and a couple nude nurses lubing up a scared looking teenager. He gave a gentle smile to the girl who reminded him of his eldest. She nervously smiled back, showing a mouth full of braces.

Joe Robbins had been a fundraiser for Doctors Without Borders before transitioning to what he thought would be safer work at the Take-A-Bitch Foundation. It had been three years, and every case had been a nightmare. A moral man, the amount of depravity, ****, and devastation had scarred his soul. His wife and youngest daughter had fallen victim to the depravity of EDPs, and then what happened to his eldest... He held back tears about that day.

This looked like an easy case. A simple snatch and grab. He just had to find out who the photo model was and go from there.

Getting behind the wheel of his hybrid, Joe answered a video chat from his daughter, Sydney. "Hi Daddy!"

"Hey sweet'ums! How's the baby?"

"She's kicking." They both laughed. "That was fast. Nothing too crazy from this three-hourer?"

"Yeah, I was surprised. Usually the injured ones have the sickest requests. I just have a simple snatch and grab. But no name, just a picture. I'll need you to send out some emails. I want to get this done in the next couple days."

She nodded as he took a photo of the picture frame. There was a Dollar Tree logo on the back, but no other indication of its origin. Joe knew where he had to go next.

"Picture frames are in the back of Aisle Five," said the gruff-voiced old woman who reeked of cigarette smoke. "Thanks," replied Joe to the Dollar Tree employee.

He found the frames and looked at them one-by-one. No matches. No sign of an outside company. Joe about gave up that route when he noticed a large family photo. And there she was, posing as a middle child in what clearly took place in the same shoot, judging by the same bland clothing. Joe noticed a company name, AB Frames, and took note of it, grabbing the new frame to purchase.