James Warrington Thompson, multimillionaire and captain of industry, sweated as he sat behind the mahogany desk in his elegant office and contemplated the events of the last two days. He awaited the arrival of the person he hoped would save him. When his secretary announced the visitor, Thompson fought to control himself. His hand shook when he extended it in greeting.
"Mr. Thompson, I'm Phillip Zim," the visitor said. His voice was well modulated and polite.
"I'm glad you could come on such short notice, Mr. Zim. Please have a seat."
"Thank you," Zim answered as he sat in the large, high-backed leather chair in front of the desk. "Have you talked with Hermann Weller today?"
"Yes. I visited with Hermann again. He assures me I'll be pleased with your services. I'd no idea his wife was one of your subjects."
"Mrs. Weller's a delightful woman, Mr. Thompson. That's to be expected. All our subjects are as delightful as she. All our clients are as satisfied as Mr. Weller. We perform first class services and we guarantee the results."
"I first heard about your company from Hermann two days ago. I know nothing about you. My normal investigative procedures didn't even reveal your name."
Zim grinned knowingly. "In our profession, it doesn't pay to advertise. We've been in business forty years and we operate worldwide."
"Worldwide? I had no idea you were so big," Thompson replied.
"There's quite a demand for us," Zim said. "We offer two basic services, Mr. Thompson. The majority are engagements like yours. The client has identified a specific subject. We contract to acquire and mold her to his specifications, including modifications."
"Yes. Breast enhancement, hair coloring, rhinoplasty, liposuction, that sort of thing. Lip enhancement is rapidly gaining in popularity with the new surgical techniques which have been developed."
"Are most of your subjects modified?"
"All subjects have some physical modification. Our basic program hones the subjects to their best natural appearance using diet and exercise. The property is instilled with a strong desire to maintain a perfect shape after her return to you. She will continue the diet and exercise program without instruction or intervention on your part."
"All hard bodies?" Thompson said with a grin.
"Predominantly. We offer the Victorian option. With that option, the subject is programmed for little to moderate exercise. Rather, she controls her shape primarily by diet. She'll have a soft, voluptuous feel. Part of this option is corset training, which gives the property a narrow, wasp waist, emphasizing an hourglass figure. These subjects are lush rather than hard."
"Simply amazing," Thompson said. "May I ask how the training's done, Mr. Zim?"
"That's proprietary information. However, part of the secret of our success is evaluation of subject's personality. We might recommend the direction her appearance should take, or management of her after her return."
"I don't understand," Mr. Thompson replied. "I thought she'd be whatever I wanted."
"She will. Have no doubt about it, our training provides perfect control. However, if we can meld features of her natural personality into the final characteristics you desire, the results are much better. In all honesty, Mr. Thompson, the results do vary. Melding her existing personality with the desired one creates a much happier and more positive subject. There's no negativity in her, no part of her fighting to resist.
But - if we can't meld the two, we imprison the existing personality within her mind. The new personality we create controls her inwardly and outwardly. In that circumstance, the existence of the old personality within can cause conflict and, sometimes, depression. I wouldn't be overly concerned. We believe this exists in less than three per cent of our subjects."
Zim stopped. He could see the confusion on Thompson's face. He waited until Thompson looked at him again.
"We have one other option, although we normally try to dissuade our clients from selecting it," Zim continued.
"What is it?"
"We can destroy her inhibitions. The subject becomes a sex machine. She'll be a stereotypical slut."
Thompson laughed. "Why don't you recommend that? Isn't it what most men want?"
"Not really. Most of our customers want a woman who's wildly sexual with them, but them alone. They want love, comfort and companionship much more than they want sex. They want someone acceptable in any social situation, someone to show off to their friends. This option I'm referring to produces a true and complete slut."
Zim grimaced remembering a distasteful event.
"In one instance," he said, "we processed a subject for a client who had requested this option. He returned her to us in ten days. During that time, she seduced thirty-four men, including three of his business partners and the entire crew who maintained his landscaping. We disposed of her to someone else."
"Good lord," Mr. Thompson said. "Who would want such a woman?"
"They make excellent call girls or corporate whores," Zim replied with a smile.
"What other services do you provide?"
"We operate a training ranch in a South American country where we inventory about three hundred subjects. They're selected for their beauty and intelligence. We acquire them around the world and train them there. Ages of the subjects range from ten to nineteen. It's easier to mold the personalities most often desired when one begins early and has time. We sell them when they're ready. Of course, the subjects are virgins when they begin their new lives."
"A beautiful, virgin sex slave. It sounds like a fantasy," Thompson said with a deprecating laugh.
"It's a fantasy many men are living, Mr. Thompson. Now, I need some information."
"Don't you want to hear why I'm doing this?" Thompson asked.
"That's your business and we don't inquire. To us, it makes no difference. The results are the same. May I ask some questions?"
James Thompson shifted in his chair to stare into space. Phillip Zim waited patiently as the clock on the wall ticked away the minutes.
"Go ahead," Thompson said wearily.
"Name. Oh. After talking to Hermann, I believe there'll be two of them."
"They're sisters. Their parents are dead and they have no other family. If both are taken, there'd be no family members to question the changes in them."
"Wise decision, Mr. Thompson. Let me tell you about another service we provide. If you choose to have us mold both of them, we offer a reduced rate for the second subject. Also, any subject custom trained by us can be resold if you desire. Sales proceeds, less our standard commission, is remitted to you or you may have credit against a new purchase. You might keep one for yourself and sell the other."
"No. Not just yet."
"The service is always available. To continue, what's the name of the primary subject?"
"Mary Catherine O'Brian. She's called Cathy."
Thompson answered. Zim continued his questioning, recording the answers in his laptop computer.
"Good," Zim said, the questionnaire on Cathy complete. "Let's talk about her sister."
"I don't know a lot about her. Her name's Christine. She's about twenty and goes to UCLA. I have her address and a snapshot."
"That'll have to do, I suppose," Zim said. "Shall we discuss the cover story to explain their disappearance?"
"Cathy has few friends in spite of her intelligence and talents. She's a loner. She's already announced she's resigning, moving to Paris, and taking Chrissy with her."
"Good. That'll explain their disappearence. When they return, there shouldn't be any problem. They'll be programmed to support any reason we wish for their return. May I borrow your phone?"
Thompson watched as Zim quickly dialed. He spoke in hushed tones and a foreign tongue before turning to Thompson again.
"Our Zurich bank received the wire transfer for the primary subject's training. We trust you to advance the balance tomorrow."
"Good. We can begin."
Thompson collapsed in his chair after seeing Zim to the door. The interview had drained him. He wished... No. The die was cast. He was lost in thoughts when the door burst open. She strode toward his desk with arrogance and disdain.
"Who was the suit?" she asked haughtily as she sat in the chair recently occupied by Mr. Zim.
"A business prospect. What are your plans?"
"I've changed them. Chrissy and I leave for Paris tomorrow."
Cathy watched his face, seeing the distress come and go.
"I've enjoyed outwitting you, Jim. Don't take it personally. It was business. You had money. I wanted it." She laughed cruelly. "Think of me when you authorize the monthly transfers. Think of me and all that secret information I have."
"You're a bitch!"
"You're a fool and I'm a rich bitch now. I'd like to say you were fun, but you weren't. Goodbye," she said as she stood. "Maybe we'll see each other someday."
"Yes, we will," he replied under his breath as she walked toward the door.
James Thompson was unable to sleep. He walked the halls of his expensive home. He jumped when the phone broke the stillness of the night.
"Thompson here," he said when he picked up the receiver.
"Just a short report, Mr. Thompson. The two subjects were acquired. We'll be in touch with you."
"I'm looking forward to it," Mr. Thompson said before he disconnected. That night he slept soundly for the first time in days.
One month later, James Thompson again waited in his office for the arrival of Phillip Zim. The men greeted each other. Phillip Zim began.
"I have a long progress report." Zim said as he opened his laptop. He read over his notes. James Thompson was quiet and composed.
"Let's start with the younger sister, Christine, or Chrissy, as they call her. Have you ever met her?"
"No, I haven't," Thompson replied.
"Delightful young woman. She's more beautiful than her sister. Our probes of her mind found her to be the ideal prospect. She has submissive characteristics we're melding into your objectives. You can thank Cathy for that. Cathy has spent her life making Chrissy subdued and submissive, thinking she'll be the beneficiary. Directing those tendencies toward you is easy. She'll be the ideal wife or mistress. As to her physical characteristics... "
Zim consulted his laptop again.
"Ah, yes. Our staff recommends no special modifications at all."
"None. We've processed many subjects over the years. We don't believe surgical modifications to obtain some so-called ideal is best either for the subject or the client. She's beautiful with a wonderful figure. Even her hair is ideal. It's a lustrous raven. I think you'll be very pleased."
"Chrissy popped open like a ripe melon under our procedures and told us everything. It was very interesting. She hates her sister, but's afraid to displease her. This is a plus for you. Besides directing those characteristics to you, when Chrissy understands you control Cathy, she'll be more at ease around her. Yes, her personality will easily meld with your objectives."
"And Cathy? What are your recommendations for her?" Thompson said coldly.
"Cathy has a very strong personality," Zim replied. He appeared embarrassed.
"Are you telling me you cannot deliver, Mr. Zim?"
"No, sir. We guarantee our results."
"Then, what are your recommendations for Cathy?"
"We need further time to evaluate her, Mr. Thompson. Our recommendations will be deferred until then. The training program in contract situations is six months to a year, as I informed you. It's only been a month, Mr. Thompson. You must have patience. Do you have any other questions?"
"None," Thompson replied.
"We'll proceed then," Zim said as he stood. "I won't contact you for several more months."
Time passed slowly for James Thompson, even though it was filled with activities. Thoughts of Cathy and Chrissy seldom left him. Four months passed from the women's acquisition before Zim called him to schedule another meeting. Thompson set it for the first possible moment. Zim was smiling when he arrived.
"I have another progress report, Mr. Thompson," Zim began. "First, Chrissy. She's exactly as you ordered: the archtypical trophy wife. She's demure and classy, yet sensual and feminine. She'll be a magnificent lady in the living room and a wildcat in the bedroom. And, as important, she'll be completely loyal and faithful. You're fortunate indeed."
Zim sat back with a self-satisfied smirk. "In fact, another client wishes to have her. He's prepared to offer top dollar."
"She's not for sale," Thompson snapped, angry at the suggestion.
Zim blanched. He was contrite when he spoke. "We never interfere in negotiations between clients, Mr. Thompson. I'm bringing the offer to you as I must under company policy."
Zim waited for his client's anger to subside.
"You've made a wise choice. She's very special. Her training's almost complete. She'll be available in three weeks, or we can deliver them at the same time."
"No. I want her as soon as possible. Now, Mr. Zim, how about Cathy?"
Zim grimaced as if he had bad news to reveal. He shrugged his shoulders before opening his laptop.
"Cathy's been difficult, very difficult, but the conversion has begun. How would you describe Cathy, Mr. Thompson? I mean her personality, not her body."
"Underneath her very charming exterior, you mean? She's cruel. Manipulative. Hard. Dominating and controlling."
"Yes. True. Very true. Dominanting and controlling. Ruthless in her desire to control; vicious in her need to subugate others. But - we found the seed of another personality buried deeply in her psyche. That seed is the opposite: warm, soft, fun loving. Cathy doesn't enjoy sex, Mr. Thompson. Cathy doesn't enjoy life. We can't find anything she does enjoy except the perverse manipulation of others."
"She appeared to enjoy sex with me."
"Manipulation only. A way of controlling you. She doesn't enjoy sex, either with men or women. Our procedures determined that. No. Cathy's a manipulator, plain and simple."
Zim stopped. For a moment he looked blankly out the window, then focused again on the screen in his lap.
"We're growing that hidden seed, Mr. Thompson. We're building a new personality that will be what you want. Cathy's dominant personality's fighting us tooth and toenail. Our procedures are imprisoning her in her own mind. We believe, over time, with the right atmosphere at her resident location, the personality imprisoned will gradually wither, disappearing into the programmed personality."
Zim stopped. Again, he consulted his file.
"The new personality will be diametrically opposed to the old one. We recommend a completely different body type and we recommend a different name. We suggest you call her Candy."
"Yes. Cathy's a proud and arrogant woman, as you well know, Mr. Thompson. We'll isolate her in a body she hates controlled by a woman she despises. That woman will be Candy."
Zim laughed. "Cathy even hates the name Candy. She'll be constantly humiliated by Candy's actions and appearance. This will pressure her into complete capitulation. Once she surrenders, she'll accept and appreciate what she's become, or the personality known as Cathy will disappear."
Zim waited until Thompson nodded understanding.
"As I said, we recommend significant body modifications. Cathy's figure is very lean, even boyish. She's a fanatical believer in the saying 'the leaner the better'. Do you realize she's five ten and weighs only one hundred ten pounds?"
"Cathy's very proud of her model's figure. She dieted and exercised religiously."
"That's why the changes we recommend are so important."
"How do you visualize her when you are through, Mr. Zim?"
"We use computer modeling in these situations. Her height isn't something we can change. We project her weight'll be one hundred fifty-eight pounds. Our bone-to-mass analysis indicates she can carry the extra weight easily."
"A forty-eight pound gain? Cathy'll be mortified."
"Yes, she will. She'll be humiliated, but Candy'll love it. Instead of a bag of bones like Twiggy or Kate Moss, picture Marilyn Monroe. Picture a nineteenth century courtesan. Voluptuous. Lush. Rich."
Zim smiled. "We leave no stone unturned, Mr. Thompson. Candy'll love her body, her soft, full woman's body. We don't recommend the standard Victorian option. Candy'll exercise to keep her figure. The fat to muscle ratio is very important. However, we recommend corset training."
"To optimize the waist to hip ratio."
"What'll her measurements be?"
"The computer projects several possible combinations. Mr. Thompson, our studies, based on forty years of dealing with this subject, indicate the importance of a woman's measurements is vastly overblown. It's her face, her eyes, her sense of self and sensuality, that attract a man. Take Marilyn Monroe and Michelle Pfeiffer, for example. They're totally different body types, yet men flock to them. It's their attitude, their individual projection of feminity."
"True. You know, Mr. Zim, Cathy's figure wasn't my ideal. I prefer more meat on my women. It was always her mind that attracted me."
"Of course. Most men prefer a woman shaped like a woman, but the mind is the true sex organ. That is why the training takes so long, Mr. Thompson. We must control her mind, modify it, make it want to do what we want her to be. Looks are an important part of that. Back to her figure. Our experience has proved the hip-to-waist ratio is the only physical measurement worth noting. As long as it's.7 to one or less, other measurements aren't significant."
"Any other recommendations?" James Thompson asked.
"Only one at this time. Cathy's hair is short and black. We recommend Candy have blonde hair. The final color is yet undetermined. Our current thinking is a light golden color. Length would be to her shoulders."
"Yes. We'll have more suggestions later, I'm sure. Well, Mr. Thompson. May we proceed?"
"Certainly, but keep me informed."
"Of course. Don't worry. The subject will be wonderful when we finish with her."
"But she won't be Cathy."
"Cathy'll be there, somewhere in Candy's mind."
Thompson grinned evilly. He said, "I have one request. I want to talk to Cathy after you return Candy to me."
Zim looked surprised.
"No one's ever requested that before. I think we can do it. I need to consult with our specialists."
"Please do. It's important to me."
Thompson was at his desk when the phone rang two days after Zim's visit.
"Mr. Thompson, can you talk?"
"Yes. Go ahead."
"Good news. Cathy'll be accessible though Candy. You can speak to her whenever you wish. Cathy won't be able to speak back unless you give Candy specific instructions to allow it."
"Excellent. Anything else?"
"I want to make arrangements to deliver Chrissy to you. She's ready."