It had been a group effort, one that had required varying perspectives.
“This is my favorite part,” I told Talon when we stepped out of the elevator onto the fifth floor.
He simply chuckled, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close while he brushed his lips against my head. “You’re a very dirty girl, baby.”
I was. There was no denying it.
This time when Tiegan said, “Holy shit,” I understood her shock.
There was no facade built in here, nothing to hide the fact that this was a room meant to be used for those with dark, dirty desires.
“What. Is. This?” she asked, pausing at a small room right off the main foyer.
“The receiving room,” Ransom told her. “Step inside.”
She narrowed her eyes at him but then took a hesitant step forward.
Overhead lights brightened the clinically-white space, and an electronic screen inset in the wall came on.
“Welcome, Tiegan,” a computer-generated voice greeted.
“It’s completely automated,” Ransom explained. “The Owner information is input at check-in. You can either respond using voice controls or the panel on the wall.”
“We’re happy to see you’ve selected possession four-seven-one for your visit,” the voice said. “Would you like to review him now?”
“Yes,” Tiegan answered, her amused gaze cutting to Memphis this time.
“Very well,” the voice replied. “First, please review the information on the screen to ensure this is the possession you are interested in.”
On the screen was the same information that previous Owners had seen when Talon had pulled it up. A picture of the possession’s face, along with details including eye color, hair color, height, weight, and a variety of other measurements.
“Is this the possession you’d like to inspect during your visit, Tiegan?”
“Yes,” she answered, now smiling.
I couldn’t say I blamed her, since the possession she was currently getting an intimate look at was mine. I’d selected Jones because I knew he had a penchant for voyeurism, something I’d learned in recent weeks.
A panel on the wall that ran parallel with the main hallway pulled back. Inside the three-by-three space was Jones, wearing a white robe.
“Possession four-seven-one, please discard your robe.”
Jones’s gaze met mine, and I nodded, giving him permission. He then removed the robe, placing it on a single hook in the corner.
“We will begin by providing updated measurements,” the automated voice said. “This will only take a moment.”
I smiled because this was what fascinated me most. Ransom had actually come up with the idea. A series of laser beams began moving inside the room, sliding over Jones’s body as the system computed all the measurements. On the screen, alongside those that had already been captured, the new measurements appeared, all flashing green as they matched perfectly.
“The scale is built into the floor,” Ransom noted. “This process eliminates the need for anyone’s assistance. The Owners can select the time at which they wish to perform the initial inspection. They can even decide whether they want to take possession now or wait until later in the event they have something else to take care of first.”
“Gives them more control as well as options,” Memphis mused. “That’ll go over well.”
“We believe it will,” Ransom agreed. “Plus, it keeps the staff free to do other things.”
“Tiegan,” the voice prompted, “would you like to continue the inspection of possession four-seven-one?”
“Of course I would,” she answered easily now.
“Possession four-seven-one, proceed to the inspection bed.”
The glass door slid back into the wall, allowing Jones to step out of the vestibule. On the opposite side of the room, another panel retreated, revealing a white padded table inset in another small room. There was roughly two feet of space on the other three sides of the table, allowing plenty of room for someone to walk around it.
After seeking my nod and getting my approval, Jones sidestepped Tiegan and climbed onto the bed, lying on his back.
“This is all so high-tech,” Tiegan said, grinning.
“Automation is the key to efficiency,” Ransom stated.
“Tiegan,” the voice said, “would you like to perform the physical inspection yourself? Or would you like me to assist?”
Her eyebrows rose. “I’ll … uh … let you assist.”
“Very well.”
Just like in Talon’s dungeon, panels retreated, and an electronic arm extended.
There were still tweaks being made to the machine, but this one did as it was programmed to for Jones specifically, everything set for his exact measurements. It started with a milking machine that stroked his cock until he was erect. At that point, another beam of light moved across him, measuring the full length of him. When that was complete, the automated voice