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Recruiting fresh young meat

Kalin sees an opportunity to add to her stable of underaged whores

The buzzer sounded somewhere back in the recesses of the house who's doorbell Isabel had just pressed and she removed her finger from the plunger. Nervously she ran fingers through her recently re-dyed hair, the wonders of Clairol covering the growing grey strands that now peppered her natural brunette locks.

Like a schoolgirl standing outside the heads office Isabel adjusted the jacket and skirt of her much-worn black polyester business suit and waited. She glanced over her shoulder at her daughter, Jane, who smiled back from their beat-up old car parked at the curb just as the door opened. Isabel turned and smiled. A forced smile to be sure, but it was the thought that counted.

She had been practicing that relaxed friendly smile for days; but it was wasted, for as the door swung open, a young oriental in a maids uniform of black button through cotton dress, the white collar and cuffs matching the square apron worn around her waist, greeted her without emotion. "Can I help you, miss?"

The smile was exercised again as Isabel said. "Hello. Yes, I'm here to see Mrs. van de Sar." Without a word the maid stepped back allowing Isabel to enter.

With the door closed the maid headed down the corridor with a "Please follow me and I'll let my mistress know you have arrived." Isabel followed, awestruck at the opulence of her former friend’s apartment. "Please wait here." the maid said as they entered the ...

... central living quarters before she headed off through one of the doors at the far end of the room.

Isabel looked around her old friend's apartment like a kid in sweet shop, it was everything she had ever wanted in life, something like this. Light flooded into the open area from the floor to ceiling windows with their gossamer thin nets that floated gently in the breeze. The white walls were sparsely hung with what appeared to be original pieces of art and doors led off the main area to presumably similarly appointed rooms.

Unnoticed, Kalin entered and allowed herself a small smile of self-congratulation as she looked at Isabel's expression as she stood on the polished mahogany floor looking around her. Kalin Leaned casually against a pillar, her expensive silk day dress flowing over her tanned body and asked, "So, you like my little town house?"

Isabel spun round at the sound of Kalin's voice and completely forgot the smile. Isabel put her tongue back in her mouth and dimmed the green light shining through her eyes and tried to smile, but the effort seemed too great as she managed simply. "Yes it's very nice, you seem to have done very well for yourself."

This brought a genuine laugh from Kalin as she said, "Well, it helped that I married the right man with the right heart condition; that got me my first million, but the rest is all down to little old me."

"Of course this is not as grand as the house in the country or as cozy as the one on the beach, but I need ...