Grabbing specific girls is something my company does not do regularly. Normally the client specifies the kind of girl they like: age, race, height, measurements and hair colour, and then we scout around for one that fits the description and can be abducted with minimal risk. But this client, Mr. V, was very particular. And since he was a model client who paid handsomely and on time, and had also introduced us to other customers, I felt he deserved to be indulged a little. It was just a pity he lived in the nation of Balakstan, because this meant shipping the merchandise overseas and all the complications this entailed.
Oh well, I thought, it can't always be easy. I picked up the dossiers of Mr. V's desired targets. Each had a short description and a photo
Name: Amy Dunstan
Age: 18
Occupation: Student/Cheerleader
The photo looked like it had been cut out of a high school yearbook and showed a smiling girl with a thin, pretty face and light brown hair done up in neat little pigtails.
Name: Jenny Huang
Age: 26
Occupation: Payroll accountant
This photo was taken by Sarah through the window of Huang's office. The girl was sitting at her desk, wearing a skirt just long enough to be decent. Her face was in profile, but looked attractive enough, and her breasts appeared large and firm.
Name: Violet Bamford
Age: 23
Occupation: Assistant librarian
This photo had been taken from the library's website and showed a pale, freckly redhead. She wore glasses and had an awkward smile, but she was wearing a t-shirt a few sizes too small and I could see she was fit and well stacked.
I didn't know how Mr. V knew who these specific girls were, but that wasn't my business. When I had finished reviewing the files, I called Sarah into my office. "Time to snatch these bitches. Our client hasn't specified whether he wants them delivered together or separately, so we'll grab and send them one at a time."
Sarah nodded. "No problem. Which one do you want me to go for first?" |