Model Behaviour

Charlie stepped off the elevator into the penthouse exactly 92 minutes later. He systematically made his way through each room until he he opened the door to the third bedroom on the second floor to find Cara admiring herself in a mirror. She'd clearly found the closet and changed out of her reflective catsuit into something a bit less formal.

Charlie smiled, Robertson, you've made the right decision yet again he thought. "You look lovely Cara. I've spent the last hour and a half trying to figure out how best to use you. Oh, not for sex," he clarified, noticing the change in her posture. She was more alert now. "At least, not yet, I will use you for sex eventually, but I was thinking your talent may lie in helping to legitimise the appeal of latex clothing." Charlie paused here for effect, continuing after a few seconds. "You will organize a fashion-shoot, a catwalk, photoshoots, everything, with you and a bunch of your model friends all showing off latex clothing. Everything trickles down from the fashion industry. If you start wearing latex, the designers will make more latex outfits, department stores and boutiques will stock more latex outfits, and your average woman on the street will wear more latex outfits." Cara said nothing. Just nodded attentively. She really had been trained very well.
"So, essentially, we will host a big event, lots of models in latex, of course, they'll become my latex slaves too, though they don't yet know it." Charlie concluded. He could see that Cara was wanting to say something, but had been trained not to speak. It wasn't necessarily a practice that he agreed with.
"Do you wish to say something, Cara? Come now, I don't bite. I promise, I'll at least hear you out."
Slowly, Cara raised her head and started to mumble something. "LOUDER." Charlie demanded.
"Master, I was just wondering why you want me to do this? Surely with your influence you could just make those models your slaves, directly, why use me?" Charlie tenderly stroked Cara's cheek with his index finger.
"Why use you? Because it's more fun for me of course." Charlie said. "Also I'm far too busy to plan an event such as this. My resources are at your disposal. Speak to Sierra and tell her what you need." That's another thing I need to work on. thought Charlie, I'll need to turn one of these girls into a secretary/concierge/steward to attend to details and clerical work.

Charlie left, and Cara began preparations for LATEX FASHION WEEK.