THERAPY by V.W. Singer (www.vwsinger.com) This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any organisation or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter One. The long, magnificently shaped length of Kara's thigh gleamed like liquid gold in the warm sunshine that angled across the tastefully decorated office. Her short grey skirt did little to conceal her firm stocking clad legs. Even the secretary who watched Kara from behind the fortress of her steel and glass table felt obliged to admire the perfection of the visitor's figure. Despite the constant stream of well dressed, attractive men and women that passed through the doors of the 'Dreamland Executive Placement Agency', Kara was clearly exceptional. Her outstanding beauty was one of the reasons why she was waiting outside the office of Thomas Hartfield, the Managing Director and owner of the Agency. Looking around the expensively decorated office, Kara found herself smiling. She wondered what the other tenants of this very exclusive building would have said had they realised that their neighbourâ€™s real business was that of supplying prostitutes to the rich and famous. Kara was born and raised in Eastern Europe of a good family. She had just been about to graduate from university with a degree in Economics when a combination of volatile politics and the Russian Mafia had ruined her parents, both of whom were found dead in their bedroom, the apparent result of a suicide pact. Kara had had her doubts as to the actual cause of their deaths, but she was canny enough to keep her silence. Dropping out of university, she had found herself on the job market in a country flooded with willing workers and far too few jobs. She soon realised that in order to have any kind of future, she would have to make her way to the West. For the next few months, Kara made a living by modelling for the many foreign photographers who were to be found in abundance all over Eastern Europe and Russia. Despite numerous offers, she refused to act in pornographic films or model for any of the hardcore magazines and websites. At every modelling session she did her best to make friends and took the opportunity to ask careful questions. Finally, she decided to set her sights on going to Britain and, through the help of one of her new friends, she found the right 'connection'. Using a careful selection of photographs gleaned from her modelling work she assembled a resume and sent it off via email to her potential new employer. A week later she received a telephone call from Thomas Hartfield and an invitation to attend an interview with one of his 'talent scouts'. They met at a discreet restaurant and talked for over an hour. He asked Kara questions about her past, her ambitions and affairs in general. He also asked her many very personal about her sexual habits and tastes, some of them verging on the obscene. Kara soon realised that she was being tested and took care to answer him frankly and did not allow herself to be provoked by his crude manner. Finally, the recruiter presented her with an offer. In return for a three year service contract, the Agency would guarantee her a generous minimum monthly income and take care of her transport to Britain, including all the necessary immigration documentation. Best of all, upon completion of the three years they guaranteed to obtain citizenship for her in Britain or the United States. Kara knew that many such promises were often meaningless. However, all of her contacts had spoken highly of Hartfield and his organisation. He had a reputation for keeping his word. Since she had little to loose, Kara signed the contract without further discussion. She was now a high class escort. Chapter Two. During her first week in London, Kara attended a grooming course taught by several of Hartfield's senior employees. They familiarised her with the latest fashions, the hot gossip that was making the society rounds as well as the names and backgrounds of the rich and famous. As part of this course she was required to have sex with a man and a woman who, between them put her through just about every sexual activity possible. Driven by a determination never to return to the poverty of her former home Kara 'graduated' with flying colours. Kara soon settled into her new high-society life, and for the most part, she found it pleasant, even if the men that she entertained were sometimes thoughtless and demanding. She had been working for three months and had just moved into a new apartment when she received a call from Hartfield's secretary. She was to attend a meeting with Mr. Hartfield himself the next morning. Stunned by this unprecedented event, Kara spent the night trying to remember any offence, real or imagined that might have gotten her into trouble. The thought that she might be dismissed and sent away from her new life terrified her. Chapter Three. Kara had been sitting outside of Hartfield's office for nearly half and hour when another woman came entered and took a seat next to her. Kara had never met the woman before, but she fit the general profile of the Agency's escorts. She had black hair and was shorter than Kara. She was dressed in a tight black leather outfit that showed off her taut, well toned body. The warm musky smell of leather combined with the woman's perfume and natural scent washed over Kara, who turned to smile and to nod a greeting. The woman's arrival seemed to act as a signal and moments later the secretary looked up from her paperwork and motioned the both of them to enter Hartfield's sanctum. Kara knocked on the door and then opened it. As the two of them entered, they saw their employer, Thomas Hartfield standing in front of a couch, smiling genially. A low table was set out with tea and biscuits. Kara felt herself relax slightly as the setting did not appear to be leading up to a reprimand or dismissal. 'Welcome ladies' said Hartfield, holding out his arms as if to embrace them. 'Sit, please' he said, indicating the armchairs to either side of him. 'Tea?' Both women nodded their thanks. Kara could see her own confusion reflected in the face of the other woman. She had never heard of any employee being honoured in this manner. Her attention turned back to Hartfield upon hearing him clear his throat in preparation to addressing them. 'I am so glad to meet the two of you today. It is not often that I get to talk to the troops, as it were' said Hartfield, sounding like a caricature of the typical old school boss. However, his eyes betrayed the sharp, calculating intellect that had brought him to the top of his somewhat shady industry. 'I suppose that I should start by introducing you to each other'. 'Kara, this is Tess, Tess, Kara'. The two women nodded politely to each other, and at the same time taking the opportunity to do a more complete assessment of each others assets and appearance. Kara saw that her initial impressions of Tess were correct and on closer examination she looked even more lithe and panther-like than ever. Her large dark brown eyes seemed to overwhelm her sharp angular face, making her look like a predatory fashion model. Hartfield set down his tea and continued. 'The Agency has been approached by a very prominent client, who has made a rather unusual request. Because of the importance and potential benefits to be obtained if we are able to satisfy this client, I have picked two of our best girls for this job'. He nodded, glancing at each woman in turn. 'Tess, if you accept the job and perform to the client's satisfaction, you will be paid ten times your usual fee. Kara, your reward will, I suspect be even more welcome. If you do well on this job the Agency will waive the rest of your contract term as well as arrange for your citizenship papers'. Kara felt her heart leap upon hearing Hartfield's words. Not only was she being offered her freedom, but also the chance to permanently escape the fear of having to return to the bleak desperation of her former life. However, the bland smiling face of her employer brought her thoughts back to reality. Hartfield had not stated what was required of them. 'I will not do anything criminal. Also no children or selling drugs' said Kara. 'If I had wanted that kind of life, I might as well have stayed at home'. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tess glance at her with raised eyebrows. Hartfield looked wounded, apparently distressed that Kara would suspect his motives. 'No no nothing like that at all' he said, shaking his carefully groomed head. 'Let explain. Our client is Barbara Landers, ex-wife of Rupert Landers'