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legal business. Very lucrative, however. You’d be surprised how many people want a willing, eager fucktoy in their houses, obeying their every last order.” She smiled, opening the next door. “Though, perhaps not.”
    “Were you...you know. Brainwashed?” Hayley asked. “Transformed?”
    Svetlana stopped. “Of course I was.”
    “It’s just...you don’t seem like it. You seem smart.”
    Svetlana smiled. It was a small little thing, full of malice. “I am glad to seem that way toward you, madam.”
    “Why aren’t you working in someone’s house?” asked Hayley. “Did you screw it up, somehow?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You’re a fucktoy, right? One of the maids? Did you screw something up, to not work there anymore?” She noticed Svetlana’s severe look. “Oh, don’t be offended, dear girl. I just want to ensure that I’m getting my money’s worth. I mean, why would I buy something if down the line it would have to be returned here? What if you’re some reject bimbo slut, trying to sell me goods? Ludicrous. So, were you or weren’t you?”
    Svetlana took a moment before answering. When she did, the reply was accompanied by a cold, angry, toothless smile. “Not all of our girls here are requisitioned. Some of us volunteer.”
    “Volunteer for service? Of this kind?”
    “It is a life spent in bliss, obeying a single cause.” Svetlana sighed, continuing on down the hall. “You would be surprised how many women that appeals to. Though again, perhaps not.”
    Something about the way Svetlana responded gave Hayley a chill. She decided she didn't like Svetlana. No, not at all.
    “Quite an attitude on her, isn't it?” she whispered to Simon.
    He nodded, noncommittal. His eyes stayed transfixed on Svetlana's rear, and Hayley felt herself growing a bit spiteful.
    They stopped at a security desk. There was a tall, bulky man with a gun on his hip and a thick baton in one arm.
    “Bags,” he said.
    Sighing, Hayley handed him her purse.
    “Any other materials on you?”
    Simon nodded, handing over his wallet and the car keys, but Hayley shook her head.
    “No.”
    Something in her tone must have given Hayley away.
    “We’ll know if you do, ma’am,” said the guard. “The scanners. You may as well tell us.”
    She sighed. “It’s just my inhaler. I don’t see why it matters.”
    Svetlana took it, her eyes lighting up as she saw the small device. Hayley had severe asthma. She blamed it for why her gymnastics career never really held together. In her mind, it was a constant curse. She needed a good tug on the thing every few hours.
    “Anything can be bugged,” Svetlana said. “Excuse us.”
    They stepped into a small room behind the security desk, taking all the belongings with them.
    “Isn’t that odd,” said Simon. “So much secrecy. Usually they just check it right in front of you.”
    “It’s not a football stadium, is it?” Hayley snapped. “Don't be a dolt. I can't have you acting stupid here.”
    Simon withdrew, his shoulders tensing up. His arms crossed, and he looked away.
    Hayley's mood softened. She didn't like attacking her man like that. It might make him cross, later. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t like them taking my inhaler.”
    Simon took her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze. “I know, dear.”
    When Svetlana returned, however, his hand drifted away from Hayley’s once again. Hayley watched his eyes roam up and down the statuesque brunette’s body slowly. Hayley would make him pay for that; oh yes, he would get quite the talking-to.
    It was all well and good for Simon to be attracted to other women. That was simply an understanding in their relationship. But he was not allowed to deny Hayley affection in the face a woman who had been rather mean to her, nor show any attraction to such a woman. Wasn’t that tacit in the entire agreement they had?
    It would be soon.
    Svetlana led them on and they entered a cavernous hangar. At one end was a long row of women, each