"Better move now while I've got the nerve," thought Symphony.
"I'll take the meeting today," she said. "Do I need to bring anything?"
"Only the forms and a valid picture ID," responded Erika.
As soon as Erika hung up the phone, she called Tracy. Tracy took care of the legal side of the new business but was helping Erika with some market research during the start-up phase. She posed as another slave prospect during the joint interviews.
When Symphony arrived, Tracy was already in the waiting room. Symphony handed her forms to the receptionist and sat down. Tracy tried to act a little nervous and kept picking up magazines and putting them back down without reading them. They smiled at each other but not a word was spoken. They were only together for ten minutes or so before the door opened and Erika invited them into her office.
"Welcome to No Escape to Paradise," said Erika. "Where we make fantasies become reality. Please have a seat and we'll get started."
"I have had a chance to review your profiles," Erika continued. "I know about your backgrounds. What I want to know here is why both of you want to go through this program. And I want to give you an opportunity to ask any questions that you might have. We interview in pairs so that you can benefit from each other's questions and you can see that you are not unique in your desire to experience life as a slave. Now, who would like to begin? Why do you want to be a slave?"
Tracy held back, hoping the other woman would go first. When she didn't, Tracy spoke up. "I suppose we all have fantasies about being an exotic slavegirl. I have had them for years although they have become really strong lately. I have never had an opportunity to live them and try them before. But now I do have a way to experience what I dream about. So here I am."
"Thank you, Tracy," said Erika. "And you, Symphony?"
Symphony hesitated. "I don't have any idea why I'm here. Pregnancy and motherhood have me totally whacked out. I need to get away and I want it to be as different from my real life as possible. I need to feel excitement again. I guess I'm trying to escape to No Escape."
Erika smiled. "There's nothing wrong with that. We are in business to help people escape from their overwhelming lives."
Erika made some notes and then looked up at the two women seated before her. "Let me tell you a little bit about the program." She spent the next fifteen minutes describing in detail how they used the personality profiles and the activities preference lists to match owners and slaves. Then she described the collection process and the ongoing monitoring that would occur during the length of slavery.
"Do you have any questions so far?"
"Yes, I have one," said Symphony. "How confidential is this experience? I mean I would hate for knowledge that I was a slave to get around."
"The contract that you will sign, as well as the contract that the owners sign, prohibit any photos or videos to be taken," Erika explained. "We don't share any of the slave's contact information with the owner. And we recommend that you use a fake name for the experience."
"That's good to hear," nodded Symphony. "I would hate for it to get out to anyone, especially my husband."
"Well, we do recommend that husbands are told of the adventure," Erika said. "Otherwise, they could get worried and notify the police. If you are not going to tell him, you will need to come up with a story that explains why you will be gone for a week and can't be reached."
"Oh, I'm not sure I could tell him," said Symphony. "I'll have to come up with a story." Symphony had another question and Tracy asked two just to make it seem believable that she was a prospect.
"Any other questions?" asked Erika after she finished with her last response. When neither woman said anything, she continued. "Let's keep going, then. Please remove your clothing. There are hangers you can use on the back of the door."
Symphony gasped. "Take off my clothes?"
"Yes, please," replied Erika. "It's all part of the entry process."
"I'm not sure that I can do that," said Symphony.
"Then perhaps this program is not for you," said Erika. "It is likely that you will be kept naked for most of the time that you are a slave. It is expected that you will be used sexually often. If you can't take off your clothes when it's just us three women, how can you expect to be comfortable being a slavegirl?"
"Well, I didn't expect slavery to be comfortable. I just expected it to be exciting."
"It should be exciting," said Erika as she leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk. "Should we proceed or do you want to end your application?"
Symphony sighed. "Let's proceed. I'll do it."
By this time, Tracy was down to her bra and panties. The worst part about helping Erika with the market research was all of the dressing and undressing she had to do. They had already conducted five interviews so far today. And tomorrow was supposed to be even worse.
Symphony sighed again and then stood up. She unbuttoned her blouse and put it on a hanger. Then she kept going with the rest of her clothing. Erika provided a bowl to each of the women for their jewelry. Soon, both women were naked.
Erika smiled as she saw Tracy's nudity. She had grown to love that body over the past six months. It was perfect. Symphony's body was every bit as perfect, though. She showed no signs of having recently given birth to a child.
Erika realized that the two women were almost identical. But for their hair, Tracy and Symphony were perfect matches. Tracy had jet black hair and Symphony's was blonde. But legs, hips, waists and breasts were the same. They were even the same height.
"Tracy, please stand on the mark in the middle of the floor." Tracy did as she was instructed and Erika got up from her desk. "Now we need to get some photos of you."
"Wait!" said Symphony, in a panic. "I thought you said there were no pictures."
"No pictures by the owner," corrected Erika. "But we need to have pictures of you to make the match." Erika took a head shot of Tracy followed by full body shots of her front, back and both profiles. Then she had Symphony stand on the mark and repeated her actions.
"Now I need to inspect you," she told Symphony. "This will involve some touching. May I proceed?"
"Yes," squeaked a very nervous Symphony. Erika stepped closer and lifted Symphony's hair off of her shoulders and looked for any identifying marks. There were none from the shoulders up. Erika let the hair fall again and then walked slowly around the girl.
Erika reached up and lifted Symphony's breasts in her hands, causing the blonde to suck in her breath. "These are quite beautiful," Erika said. "In fact, all of you is gorgeous. You will be a very popular slave."
"Thank you," replied Symphony. She was blushing and had cast her eyes down instinctively.
"You said that you recently had a baby," said Erika as she held the firm breasts and squeezed them softly. "Are you still lactating?"
"Yes," whispered Symphony as her blush deepened.
"Show me," instructed Erika.
Symphony raised her hands and Erika removed hers. Symphony held her left breast with one trembling hand while she used the shaky fingers of her other hand to manipulate the beautiful orb to try to express some milk. She was so nervous, though, that she couldn't get the right motions and no milk appeared.
"Never mind," said Erika after several minutes of fumbling. "I'll do it." She reached out again and lifted the breasts in her hands and then leaned down, sucking the left nipple into her mouth.
"Oh god!" muttered Symphony as she saw her nipple disappearing between the other woman's lips. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had never done anything like this. She was so embarrassed. But she was also so aroused at the same time. She felt her pussy pulsing with each suck.