Mason murmured. “The weather isn’t too hot yet, the market always gets a little bump, and Phillip contracts groups of recent US18 graduates.” It was 2023, and the firm had been thriving for almost six years. May had become Epiphany Celebration month, mostly because Mason had few fires to put out in the commodity market, Phillip had stacks of signed contracts for parents trying to cash in on their daughters before their price went down, and Eddie was euphoric over examining endless pussies of nubile young women. Even the trainers, who now numbered over fifty, were happy. It was the original four who greeted new contracts, and dispersed them to appropriate new Masters. The group of four new contracts was led in, and the executives perused the third offering of young women. One was a bleach blonde with a heart shaped sweet face; one was a plain looking brunette; the other two… the other two… were interesting. One was tall with sharp features under shoulder length brown hair, and the other was also tall… five-eight, maybe… with spiky black hair and dangerously applied seductive makeup. “She’s eighteen?”
