“What? Please!” Luke begged needfully.

The other girl shook her head.

Luke scowled. “That’s not fair. You know how bad I want it...” she complained.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. The boss will be by soon. He’ll scratch that itch you’re feeling. Guaranteed. My name used to be Norman Vincent... now I’m Bambi...” she said.

Luke digested that. Norman Vincent was one of the missing victims and had been a rich and powerful lawyer. A leader in his field of litigation. To see such a powerful man reduced to this was sobering. “Why are you still here?” Luke asked.

“I have... skills that are useful to their enterprise. Help them navigate legal loop holes and connect them to people. Most of the girls get sold...” Bambi looked at me with sympathy. “It could be worse. The sex is great...” she shrugged.

The door opened and a man entered with a lap top. “Hello there Thumper... now let’s get to business. Your access codes for your accounts. I need them now.”