Chapter 24: The Cock-Length Solution, Part 2

The blue girl working on Sheila's hair applied mousse to the roots and blow-dried her tresses with a round brush, styling it so it curled about until the tresses brushed her chin.

She was nearly finished when the phone rang. The brunette who was working on Robyn's hair said, "Stay where you are, Cutie," and she unhooked the wall phone.

"Salon!"

There was a short pause. Then she said, "Hi, Nina! There sure are! We have two in chairs here right now. Oh, this doll I'm doing is simply adorable! You know that Sarah? the one that Crane has up in his torture chamber? well this, I don't know, seventeen year old, is like her--but she has big big tits! I mean, for her size, you know. And you should see her long black hair that I'm working..."

The girl on the end apparently cut her off, because she stopped speaking, looked surprised, and then replaced the phone and returned to working on Robyn's long tresses. "I'm not sure who's crazy, me or Nina," she said. "Maybe Crane."

Kelly, seated near the wall with Mia, smiled.

"What did she say, Donna?"

"Well, she sounded in a big hurry, and I guess she's coming up here to get a couple of these girls. Or maybe just one, I don't know. Anyway, she said not to let any of them leave."

"What's crazy about that?"

"Well... you know, I swear that she said something about getting 'cock-lengths'. That's what it sounded like to me."

Kelly laughed. "You mis-heard."

"I don't think so."

The blue girl who was finishing with Sheila's hair said, "Donna might be right, Kelly. Sometimes we talk about cock size here the way the men do about tit size. Especially the women clients."

"I never heard Nina talk about it," Kelly replied.

"Donna said Crane asked for it. Of course, he's a kidder. He could be pulling Nina's leg."

Donna said, "No. Nina was serious. Nina would know if he was kidding her. I think it has to do with the males they're auctioning tonight. Maybe he's afraid that he'll never sell them all. There are six, you know. I don't know how many women clients are here to buy them, but there can't be much more than half a dozen or so. Maybe Crane wants cock-lengths for them."

"Not for that butch with glasses," the other girl said. "Or for Lezzie."

"Her real name is Lindsey," Donna explained.

When Sheila rose from the chair, Kelly stood up as well.

"Wow, do you ever look scrumptious!" she exclaimed. She grasped Sheila's hand. "Look in the mirrors."

Sheila gazed at herself. The contours about her face emphasized the oval of her face. The irregular bangs that brushed her brows certainly looked attractive. She thought the style suited her more than the hairdo she'd had done in New York.

She glanced down at her figure in the black shift. The garment's low scoop neck displayed her cleavage as well as the dress she'd purchased in New York. The material clung to her figure like a second skin.

Lacking undergarments, her dress left little to the imagination. At least the hem, which ended just above her knees, was decently long.

"What are you thinking of?" the blue girl who had done her hair asked her. "The gown looks great on you. You have such a terrific figure."

"I was thinking that it doesn't hide much," Sheila responded.

She turned before the mirrors. Just below the deep cleavage between her breasts, their nakedness under the dress was obvious: Her nipples were blatantly outlined through the smooth nylon.

"I think you look sexy. You're the best I've ever seen! Wait 'til the bidding. They'll go crazy!"

"All this preparation was just for the auction?"

"That's right," the girl replied. "It's important to look good, even with your clothes on. If a client pays a lot for you, he'll be careful how he treats you. You'd be surprised how tight some of these millionaires can be with their money. When a client gets tired of a slave, he might just turn her over to Crane, but most try to resell them. Your Master won't want you damaged."

"I'm glad of that. I'm grateful for all the trouble you two took with me."

"You do look great, Sheila," Kelly told her. "Donna, who's escorting these two downstairs?"

The girl who had just finished styling her hair was cleaning around the salon chair with a broom. "Well, gee, Kelly, it must be Polly; she brought them up. But she didn't say for sure. Anyway, you'd better not take Blondie until Nina gets here."

Just at that moment a short and slender brunette of about Sheila's own age appeared in the doorway, sweating and looking out of breath.

"Here you are!" the girl exclaimed, panting. The girl was more petite than Kelly, with brown hair and a pert and shapely figure. She had prominent, moderate-sized breasts which, perhaps, took B cups. Unlike Kelly's figure, hers didn't look as though it had an ounce of excess weight. She looked older than Sheila and was probably in her upper-twenties.

Kelly said, "Me, Nina? I just brought Sheila up to have her hair done. I wasn't hiding."

"Oh, she's here, too. Great! Kelly, we have to go downstairs immediately. Crane wants cock-lengths on the males in today's shipment. In twenty... no... " she glanced at her watch, "seventeen minutes!"

"That's impossible! Are you sure he wasn't kidding?"

"I'm sure. Hurry, and bring your bag. Grab Sheila and let's go. You can put the cuffs back on her after we get downstairs."

As they rushed her between them down the hall, Kelly said, "Nina, I don't see how we can do this in time. Really!"

"We can try. Here's what we'll do. There's a girl that I have waiting downstairs. She's as blonde and with tits just as big as Sheila's. Holly is her name. Those two will get the guys hard. You'll measure, and I'll write. If any of them causes a hassle, I'll take care of it with my whip. Or, if necessary, with my prod."

They reached the stairwell door, Nina pushed it open, and they started down the stairs.

Nina told Sheila, "As soon as we get downstairs, you'll undress, understand?"

She drew a phallic-looking prod from a leather holder in her belt. "If you cause trouble... Do you know what one of these feels like?"

It looks like a vibrator, but with that metallic tip, I suppose it's a prod, like Kelly used on me in the bathroom downstairs.

"Is it a prod, Mistress Nina?"

"I gave her a jolt in the bathroom," Kelly said. "She knows what it feels like."

"You can leave on your stockings and jewelry, Sheila. Just take off the gown. Kelly, as soon as she's undressed, put her handcuffs back on her. I'll meet you after I get Holly."

"Where will we meet?"

"Outside the men's cells. If you get there before me, unlock their doors and open one of them. I'll meet you at the open door."

"Do you know which cells the men are in?"

She shook her head. "They should be around bee nine, ten, or eleven. I just hope that the cells are together."

Nina trotted down the stairs ahead of them.

When Kelly and Sheila reached the basement, Nina was running at the far end of the hall. She disappeared in a doorway.