MADELEINE BOULLIER<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MadeleineBoullier_Avatar_01.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course it is, madam. In fact, I've already made the arrangements."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I smiled up at James, it was always such a pleasure doing business with efficient partners, people who knew your needs in advance and were not into asking awkward questions. I took his business card and made it disappear.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You'll be able to get what you're needing via this conduit whenever you have need. If you'll excuse me, I have pressing matters that require my attention."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Merci, Monsieur Johnson, I wish you a pleasant evening..."</strong>I gave the nervous neko beside him a wicked smile. Such a pretty thing... she would soon learn some interesting things.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come, little one. It's time to go home."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I watched the pair leave before lifting my glass to my lips and draining it. I raised a finger and a waiter was at my side at once. I silently indicated my empty shot glass with a red-painted fingernail and he bowed and removed it.<br/><br/><strong>"Garçon, before you wiggle off..."</strong>I winked at him,<strong>"...please get one of the auctioneers assistants to bring me the file on <em>that</em>."</strong>My nod indicated that<em>that</em>was the lilac-haired cat-boy curled up under a sheet in the cage opposite me.<br/><br/>* * * * * *<br/><br/>A few minutes later a fresh JD sat at my elbow and I was flicking through the dossier on - Adonis? I raised an eyebrow. What a peculiar name for a cat. It was no matter, my property would respond to whatever I called him, or he would soon learn to. I checked the medical report and blood analysis. No slave sold at the Crescent was ever diseased in any way, any little problems with the boys and girls who attracted this much money would do the Club endless harm. No, I was checking for other things; personality traits, history, preferences and of course, dislikes. It was all there. Very efficient of the Crescent to provide these reports, one wondered how they gathered some of the information. It was plain this boy was a veteran, used to abuse and slavery. I preferred that sort; I have become a little jaded with breaking in useless virgin after useless virgin, clueless children all of them. No, Madame Boullier preferred her toys to understand the game and know the rules. All Madame did was spice things up with some extra rules of her own.<br/><br/>Fortunately the portfolio contained some pictures, some of them rather revealing. I smiled at the measurement data as well, that would be useful for when I needed to adjust the harness...<br/><br/>I listened to the insane bidding going on. Quite why these people were prepared to bid the equivalent of the GNP of a middle-sized African state just for a fucktoy I would never understand. I had come here with my limit fixed and if it went beyond that, no matter, I would pick something up at the Con next week.<br/><br/>I got the attention of the auctioneers assistant again. When he stepped over I spoke quietly,<strong>"Please remove that sheet from the cat-boy, bind his wrists behind his back and get him to stand up and face me. I wish to see the goods before I bid."</strong><br/><br/>The man went over and with the help of a second assistant went into the cage and stripped the sheet off the young man. A few minutes later the nude boy was forced upright at the front of his cage, his wrists bound behind him in leather cuffs. I smiled at the thick hairless manhood on display.<em>Definitely no kitten.</em>