Whats A Friend For 1

"You are such a pervert, Henry. You are ogling every female between eighteen and eight hundred! It's disgusting!"

"Wife, I'm a normal red-blooded, middle-aged man, and this beach in Miami is just covered in college girls, more than half of them topless! I'm not dead. My pecker still works. Of course, I'm going to look!"

"Your tongue is practically dragging in the sand."

"As if I didn't catch you eyeing Harrison with his shirt off!"

"That's different!"

"Of course, it is!" the husband sighed in frustration at the blatant double standard.

"I'm not chopped liver," continued Jenny. She subtly extended her prone body. For a woman of forty-four -- she certainly looked good in a bikini.

Henry took a long appreciative look at his bride of twenty-three years.

"No dear you are a porter house steak!"

"If you have steak at home, why would you want to eat at McDonald's?"

Henry gazed at a nubile vacationing South Korean girl lounging in only two strips of purple fabric.

"Maybe I like spicy Asian food as well."

"Oh, you are impossible! You know I stack up well against those girls!"

"Do you, now?" replied the husband.

"Can they cook and clean with my expertise? Most of them are still learning their way around a cock."

"Point taken and conceded!" Henry rose from his chair, bent, and kissed his wife deeply.

There was a quiet moment which Henry proceeded to ruin by continuing with,

"Even if a guy has a Ferrari in his garage, he still likes to stroll through the car dealership showroom from time to time!"

'Fuck you, Henry!"

"Did we come at a bad time?"

Jenny looked up to see her twenty-one-year-old son and his ever so handsome and fit college friend, Harrison standing with frothy, icy adult libations in their hands.

"No. sweetie, just a lover's quarrel."

She sat up and accepted the proffered drink from Harrison, their hands met. Jenny felt the electric charge of attraction. She wondered, if the subtle change in the lad's expression indicated that Harrison felt it as well. He was so handsome and so polite. If Jenny was only a decade or so younger ... Not that she would act on it, of course. It would just be nice to know that she still had it. The opinion of such a fit and handsome, not to mention filthy rich, young man, mattered to Jenny at this point in her life. She noted Harrison's subtle appraisal of her body as Harrison took a step backward. That felt good!

"Are you enjoying your vacation, Mrs. K?"

"I'm having a splendid time, Harrison. I certainly hope you have expressed to your parents how grateful we are for letting us all stay at your place."

"No problem, Mrs. K. What's the point of owning beachfront property if you can't share it with friends? Besides, with mom and dad in Europe on business, there is plenty of room."

He smiled at the mother of his best friend. Jenny was positive she spied admiration in his gaze. She smiled in return.

"Hey Dad," put in their son, Chuck, "Harrison has tickets to a Marlins game tonight. Luxury boxes! Against the Yankees!"

"Count me in son!"

"Terrific! Are you coming too, mom?"

"Three men, alcohol, and baseball? I'll go window shopping instead. There is almost nothing I can afford in all the designer shops, but looking is fun."

"What did I just say?" interjected her husband.

Without missing a beat, Jenny replied,

"Honey, you can fuck right off!" husband and wife shared a laugh.

**

Jenny delighted in the exclusive shops of Miami Beach. So much luxury! Chuck was so lucky to have found a friend like Harrison. Friends with money were irreplaceable. His home was so lovely, with every amenity. She and Henry could never have afforded a vacation like this, Harrison was a godsend. Since they weren't paying for housing or even gasoline to drive from place to place, Jenny realized that there would be enough money in the budget for her to buy one small luxury item. She paced through the shopping district with a new bounce in her step.

She froze at the display window of the Miami branch of the Slave Shack, Inc. A staggeringly handsome and incredibly buff young male slave being offered for sale stood under flattering lighting, clad in just a rhinestone studded collar.

"Talk about your luxury items!" said Jenny out loud. She could easily imagine owning this hot young stud. He'd provide her massages, fetch her drinks, rub her feet, and most of all, mount her with the anaconda between his thighs! Some girls have all the luck!

Jenny read the services provided by the famous house of sin. Free assessments! The words caught her eye. She'd show Henry! When they came home from their stupid ballgame, she could slide a dollar value under his stupid ugly nose.

"See how much I am worth, peckerhead? You'd better start treating me like the valuable property I am, or I'll sell myself to someone who will!" she would tell him. And then they would laugh and laugh, and Henry would take her in his arms...

She took another look at the naked slave and strode into the store.

The model-pretty receptionist directed her through a side door where a handsome man sat behind a computer.

"Good afternoon, madame," he said in a posh British accent.

"Am I in the right place?"

"Assessment, inquiry, madame?"

"Yes, but."

"I sense your discomfort, Ms.?"

"Mrs. Kaufman, Jennifer, Jenny."

"I sense your discomfort, Mrs. Kaufman, I'm just the intake clerk."

"Oh."

"I'll need your driver's license or two forms of identification."

Jenny reached for her wallet.

The man behind the counter introduced himself as Colin and engaged Jenny in small talk. His winning manner and charming personality quickly put her at complete ease. As for the clerk, he was far more than he appeared. The ace assessor of the staff, he winnowed the wheat from the chaff. Mrs. Kaufman's credit score was utter shit. Her husband's income was laughable. Her attire came from chain stores. Colin was certain the lovely Mrs. Kaufman had a spectacular body under her pedestrian clothes. MILFs and Cougars were always in demand at the Slave Shack. Experience was highly desirable. There was also less training and breaking in time required and they tended to be lower maintenance than the hot, young but woefully green young women who made up the bulk of the legal slave trade.

If Mrs. Kaufman signed the wrong paperwork, well that would be her fault, now, wouldn't it? Her hanging on by his thumbs financially husband was in no position to hire the sort of high-priced Ivy-league superstar lawyers who could successfully sue the Slave Shack, Inc. for malpractice, now was he? If the naked Mrs. Kaufman proved a disappointment, the digital paperwork could simply be deleted.

"I have all your relevant information, Mrs. Kaufman. If you would be so good as to initial and sign these forms with the digital pen." He watched carefully and made sure she checked every proper box and initialed where instructed. The contract was now iron-clad.

"Very good! If you would walk through those oaken doors. Our assessment squad will attend to you."

Through the doors, Jenny strode, her head held high. As soon as she was across the threshold, a perky young woman placed a strawberry daiquiri in her hand,

"Relax Mrs. Kaufman, relax. What is going to happen is part physical exam, part intelligence test, and part pulchritude rating. We want you to have a good time. If you will follow me over to the lockers."

Jenny stripped down, removing everything as directed, including her jewelry.

"Wow, Mrs. Kaufman! You look spectacular!" gushed the pretty hostess.

And she wasn't just being complimentary. The naked woman standing there had long shapely legs, a fantastic butt, and a trim and toned figure. One had to look especially close to see the confirming marks that she had birthed and nursed a child. Her prominent breasts were large with light brown areolas and chance pink nipples. Her arms were long. Her neck was sinuous. Her dark brown hair fell to the middle of her back and her face could have adorned a China doll.

"Are you a dancer or ballerina Mrs. Kaufman? I hope I look as good as you when I am your age."

"Thank you, darling. I took ballet until my teens, but most of this is good old-fashioned hard work. The body is a temple, you know. What happens now?"

"Off to stage one."

Hidden cameras transmitted the fact that Mrs. Jennifer Kaufman was a first-class, mouth-watering, MILF, sure to assess at the very top of the range. The signal was subtly sent down the line. She wouldn't be Mrs. Jennifer Kaufman for much longer.

The doctor was handsome and personable. He put her through a surprisingly pleasant physical exam. Even being up in the stirrups for a moment or two was not too onerous.

They handed her a second daiquiri.

The second part reminded Jenny of a game show. She stood in front of a computer screen where the image of a celebrity she had always had a crush on, read off multiple choice questions on a wide range of topics. There was also a math quiz, that Jenny felt she had aced.

Another daiquiri and she was on a dais being examined minutely by men and women in lab coats each bearing a tablet computer. She moved as they instructed her to move, smiled, waved, and told a joke. It really was just like a beauty pageant, sans attire of course.

At last, she was helped off the dais.

"How did I do?" she asked. The effects of the alcohol were really starting to descend.

"You did spectacularly!" stated a hunky middle-aged man enthusiastically.

"One last thing," he said, "Would you allow me to slip this collar around your neck?"

"Certainly," slurred Jenny.

The chromium and composite material band encircled her neck.

"Thank you," said the man.

Jenny felt a sudden sting in her buttocks and realized that she had been given an injection. A puzzled look crossed Jenny's face before she collapsed into the arms of the middle-aged man.

"Place this one in the catalog immediately!" he barked as he shifted Jenny in his arms so that he could pick her up. He carted her to an adjoining room.

**

The men came home quite late from the ballgame in an elevated mood. The slugfest had gone to extra innings ending with the final out being a close tag at home plate. Henry was three sheets to the wind, Cuck not far behind. Harrison had drunk little but felt terrific. He led the boisterous father and son into his beautiful beach house.

"Quiet!" commanded Henry. "There will be hell to pay if we wake up the Missus!"

The men had broken the game down on the way home. They hastened to prepare for bed. Henry decided to bed down in a vacant bedroom rather than risk waking Jenny and facing her wifely wrath. Chuck brushed his teeth and slid into bed. He was out immediately. Harrison took a shower and performed his nightly rituals. Among them was checking how his investments performed cumulatively for the day and eyeing how the overseas markets were doing. He also had his computer set to notify him of certain auction items. One such item filled the screen. Harrison's eyes opened widely, first in perplexity, then in delight.

"No, way!" he said in an awed voice. He checked his liquid cash availability, laid down in bed, delightedly jerked off, and enjoyed some spectacular dreams.

**

Jenny came to in a small, barred room. A cell! She was naked. There was a tightness about her neck. Her fingers found the collar. She quickly determined it was not removable. Panic set in. She tried to prevent herself from hyperventilating. "Hello!" she cried. The middle-aged man from the previous evening appeared out of the darkness.

"Good morning, slave. You are scheduled to be sold at four this afternoon."

"What the fuck! I am Jennifer Kaufman. Wife of Henry Kaufman, Mother of Charles Kaufman, and I reside at 120 Primrose Ave. In Burlington, New Jersey!"

"Not any longer. Not since you signed the forms agreeing to sell yourself to Slave Shack, Inc. and allowing them to bring you to the open market."

"I did no such thing! I signed free assessment papers!"

"That is not what the record shows."

"Fuck you! Bring me my clothes and personal items."

"You don't own anything, slave."

"This is absurd! Do you know how many laws you have broken? Kidnapping and assault for starters!"

"Slaves don't have rights."

"Listen you cock sucker! I have had my fill of this bullshit. Let me go!"

The man laughed and disappeared back into the darkness beyond Jenny's cell.

She grasped the bars and rattled them in frustration.

A familiar face!

"Harrison! Thank God! You have to get me out of here!"

Jenny tried to shield her body from the eyes of her son's friend. There was an unfamiliar gleam in his soft brown eyes.

"I had to make sure it was you in person."

"Get me out of here, Harrison!"

"I think not!"

"Jenny's jaw dropped. The lad continued,

"My parents said I could purchase a slave for my twenty-first birthday. I think I've found her."

"What?"

"You are an answered prayer, Mrs. K. I only struck up a friendship with Chuck, so I could get close enough to you to seduce you. When I saw you at the university moving in day, I fell hard and was determined to get into your panties. One way or another. This situation is even better!"

Jenny gasped.

He eyed her head to toe.

"I'd better secure my bid, or you'll end up in someone else's bed!"

"Harrison?"

This waking nightmare refused to end! Surely, this couldn't be happening!

**

It was close to noon before Chuck and Henry roused themselves from sleep. The cook made them breakfast. The fact that neither Harrison nor Jenny was around elicited no concern. Both father and son knew that their mother was an early riser. So was Harrison. They were probably taking a long walk together on the beach. Harrison strode through the front door. Alone. It was clear he had not been to the beach. Feeling a bit panicked, Henry rushed up the stairs to the room he was assigned with Jenny. The bed had not been slept in!

He rushed downstairs.

"Harrison, have you seen Jenny?"

"Mrs. Kaufman? No," he answered in a way that was honest and misdirecting at the same time.

"Oh, my, God! Where could she be?" He took out his cell phone. First, he tried Jenny's phone. It went straight to voice mail. Henry then dialed 911. The police were not long in arriving.

Officer Perkins was patient and understanding.

"Do you have any recent pictures of your wife?"

Henry flashed a bikini shot from the beach on his phone.

The cop's eyes widened in appreciation before he recalled his professional decorum.

"Do you have anything a bit more demure?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry!" he sent the officer a very nice headshot.

"Where was she headed last night?"

"We went to the Marlins game. She went shopping."

Remembering the sexy bikini image, the officer asked, "Is your wife the sort to party to all hours?"

"No, she's quite the homebody."

"I hate to ask. But how is the state of your marriage?"

"We have the same struggles all couples do. I get what you are implying officer, but Jenny is not the kind to cheat. I promise you; she is not holed up somewhere banging some young stud!"

"We have to investigate all angles, Mr. Kaufman."

The second cop who had arrived strode into the living room.

"I checked all the security cameras, Bob. No woman matching Mrs. Kaufman's description entered the house last night. She grabbed an Uber just after Mr. Stern, Mr. Kaufman, and his son left in Mr. Stern's Lexus."

"Oh, God!" cried Henry. Chuck placed his hand on his father's shoulder in sympathy.

"Tell the public, I'll offer a hundred-thousand-dollar reward for information leading to the return of Mrs. K!" stated Harrison.

"That's incredibly generous, Harrison!" stated Chuck with awe.

"It is the least I can do, buddy."

**

Three large men dressed in white appeared out of the darkness. Jenny drew back from the bars.

"Slave. It is time for your bath and personal grooming session to bring you up to the industry standard."

"You three can go fuck yourselves. I'm going nowhere!"

One of the men took a remote control out of his pocket he aimed it at Jenny. Pain triple to what she endured during childbirth coursed through her body. She fell to her knees and bellowed in agony. The hulking figure in white pushed another button. Jenny felt profound pleasure, a feeling of euphoria; the promise of an incredible orgasm began to buzz deep in her loins.

The shortest of the trio spoke,

"The nanobots we injected into your bloodstream last night have multiplied by the billions and now are in complete harmony with your collar. Your every reflex and sensation is ours to manipulate with a remote control. Just like changing channels on your home set!"

Jenny rose enough to sit on the cot. She heard laughter and then her body went limp almost as though she had no spine. The cell door opened and one of the white-clad titans gazed down at her. The other two bruisers picked up Jenny and carted her to a stark white room filled with bathtubs, sinks, commodes, mirrors, and lots of padded tables. Jenny was lowered into an already-filled tub. One of the men supported her head while the others bathed Jenny. They shaved her legs, her underarms and her crotch. One of them began plucking her eyebrows.

An hour later, Jenny was back in her cell. She wanted to cry, but the collar short-circuited the process. She sat on her cot numb all over. What did Harrison mean by "securing his bid?" Did her son's best friend truly intend to purchase her as his personal slave? It was like she had stepped through a mirror into a Wonderland even more demented than the fictional one. She knew that prayer was useless, yet she hoped that the universe would arrange itself in her favor. She remained frustratingly behind bars.

**

After the F.B.I. arrived, the two Miami cops made their way out of the Stern home. They sat in their cruiser. A message crossed the computer screen. The feds had assumed all responsibility for the missing woman case. The police officers were ordered off the case and back to the station for further orders. That seemed to happen a lot lately with missing women cases. "Something is going down and the Feds know it!" said one of the cops.

"Preaching to the choir, pal."

The cruiser pulled out of the driveway and headed downtown.

Inside the house, the lead federal agent checked his personal cellphone. A unique emoji, from the Slave Shack, Inc's director clued him in. It meant he would get an entire weekend with one of the Slave Shack's most elite and high-end incredibly beautiful professionals. He fought his sudden erection. Mrs. Kaufman was unretrievable. He did a quick calculation.

"Mr. Kaufman, are you familiar with a serial killer dubbed "The Miami Maniac?"

"Oh my, God!" Henry broke down in tears.

Harrison made a point to answer all the agents' questions before begging-off to attend to a serious financial manner. He slid behind the wheel of his vintage roadster and zoomed into downtown Miami. He had an appointment at the Slave Shack, Incorporated.

**

Jenny found herself lashed spread eagle to a wheeled, human-sized frame. The nanobots were causing an endorphin rush throughout her brain. She hung there, smiling beatifically as her frame was wheeled to the front of the stage in the small auditorium and spun 360 degrees, providing a view of all parts of her anatomy. Jenny was aware, dimly, that the gathered men and women and the many others connected via telepresence were about to bid on her. That someone would end up "owning" her!

A man in a tuxedo mounted the stage. "This lovely item is forty-four years old, and has given birth to one child. She is completely natural and lacks any tattoos or noticeable scars. She is in excellent health and should provide years of pleasure. You know what they say about older women! This one is completely untrained, however, her nanobots and collar are in complete synchronization, meaning training will be less onerous than it was in the good old days. As you can see, this item has quite a hefty pre-sale bid attached to it. That price is firm. Anyone wishing to purchase this fine filly will have to exceed it."