Sarka took in a deep breath before she spoke again. Just a deep breath to settle herself. Her thoughts were running away with her. No-one would have known that though. She retained her authoritative demeanour and her tone of voice as she spoke.

"The girl is perfect for our needs. She comes from a privileged background. She wants for nothing. She doesn't even know how lucky she is. And yet it's ironic that it will be us who will show her what she had. What she had as we take it all from her. Trust me when I say this girl is perfect. She is pretty and is going to be even prettier. Well, that is if she was allowed to remain free and allowed to develop and flourish into a young woman, she would be beyond pretty."

Sarka was speaking as though what she was saying was completely normal, everyday stuff.

"Of course taking her out of circulation is a risky thing. Of course making her vanish is going to be dangerous and carries huge risk. But it's what we do. We take risks and we strive to better the last project. It's what we do. It's what we do every time."

She leaned forward from the chair, and her own prominent breasts strained in the top that she was wearing under a fitted jacket. She picked up her drink and her huge eyes were fixed on the man. She had always set this man on edge. There was something about her that unsettled him. He knew she preferred the company of other women. That wasn't a problem to him. It was just when she went into those staring periods. Like she had with the waitress. The darkness in her eyes. He just wished he knew what was going through her mind then. But then even he knew one had to be careful about what one wished for. It was something about her that made every alarm in his head go off and warn him to be on his guard.

Nothing should have shocked this man. He knew what they did. What they had been doing for years. He had got involved himself because of his unusual sexual preferences. But the longer he had been involved, the more impossible it became for him to pull out. It was a case of once you were in you were in. There was no pulling out. He had been taken in, and he had had his perversities sated. And then he had been reeled in further. And further. Going back for him was not an option, and with his contacts and with the strings he could pull in various areas of life, he became an asset to them. Them being these people - Sarka being one of them. There were times when he wished that he hadn't sought what he sought. But regrets for him were a thing of the past. He had had those regrets. Oh had he had those regrets - but they had faded and died with the fact that he would not be getting away any time soon.

"But when we have her. When we have the little Lady Tessa - the things we will be able to do with her and to her..."

Her voice trailed off and she sat back in the chair recrossing her legs as she did. She was speaking as though she was envisioning those things right at that moment. Her eyes rolled, just for a split second, in their sockets and she was seeing things in her mind. Things that were making her smile. And yet there was another expression across her face as well. Another expression that came from somewhere deeper and darker than the first level of her imagination. Her tongue slid to the corner of her mouth again. It tended to do that a lot, and there was a bubble of saliva there. The man, the nameless man watched that leg cross and he seemed to soak up the rasping sound of nylon on nylon. This was the strangest, weirdest exchange. No-one else in that club would see it or get it. But it was the strangest weirdest thing between two strange and weird people. This little man and this almost Amazonian, striking woman. One of those 'moments' in time that would be witnessed by no-one and yet wouldn't be any less profound for that.

The man caught his breath, like he was snapping out of his moment and into the sensible world again.

"Don't you people have any conscience about what you do to these girls? I don't know what makes you tick. Maybe I don't want to know. But for god's sakes, these girls don't even get to go home after... after. Well after you've done what you do to them. And now we're planning to take the offspring of the two of pillars of society. Striking at the heart of the Establishment for fucks sakes. Sarka don't you think we're going too far with this one? Surely you do?"

This man was more or less breathless by the time he finished talking. He sat back and crossed his little legs at the ankles. Another disturbingly funny moment in time. Sarka was non plussed. She brushed imaginary dust from the tightness of her skirt with the back of her fingers. And then she reached for her bag. Her long slender fingers slipped into the bag and she retrieved something. She retrieved something shiny, like a fabric but not. Something shiny and that wrapped itself around her fingers as she lifted it out of the bag. Something handkerchief in size. And in one movement, a smooth fluid movement she reached across to the man and she held the thing to his face, taking in his mouth and nose. The latex hit was instant. The man's eyes rolled.

"That's right little man, breath in. Breath in deeply. Take it down. Take the hit."

Sarka's voice had almost become hypnotic. The man kind of went limp where he sat. There was no resistance to Sarka's hand that was holding the small sheet of black shiny latex to his face. Her finger were free to grip his nose, his mouth and chin through the rubber and she was free to seal him that way. He was taking deep breaths. He was taking the hit. His little chest was rising and falling. Rising and falling. And his eyes were becoming misted. Like as though they were misting over. He was going deeper into some kind of trance as his head was mushed by the smell and the taste of the rubber that was all over his face. There was no will in him to fight it, or even resist it. Sarka held the latex there as she spoke,

"Now don't you be worrying about our conscience. Don't YOU be worrying about a thing except fulfilling your role. You know that we know all about what makes you tick. You know that I know all about what triggers you. You like latex don't you, hmm? It does 'things' to you. And you know that you can't get what you need anywhere else other than through us. You know as well that there is no way out for you. That there will never be a way out for you and that the only way you can get your rocks off, is through what we do for you. You just be a good boy and it will all be ok. You just do what you need to and let us worry about crossing the i's and dotting the t's. Little Lady Tessa is coming to us and you are going to make sure it happens. What happens to her once she gets to us need not be of concern to you. In fact don't think about it. If you think about what we are going to do with her and to her, you will lose your focus and we don't want that. You simply focus on clearing the way for us to take her out of circulation. Am I making myself clear?"

Sarka kept the pressure on the latex sheet and she at one point cut off his breathing altogether. That could be told from the way his eyes opened wide and his cheeks puffed as they expanded and contracted. Then she let go and she removed the latex. The man was visibly shaken. Or visibly moved. Or something. He had visited his special place albeit briefly. He nodded.

"Y'yes yes. Perfectly clear."

Sarka smiled. A wide, almost beaming smile and she sat back again treating this man to another leg cross. She took a drink and smiled at the waitress as she passed by. If only that girl had known what thoughts this woman had been having a few minutes before.