Jessica could feel the lights flicker to life in the small room even before she opened her eyes. She'd been laying on the soft mattress with her eyes closed for the last hour after waking up in the night unable to sleep. At least she assumed it was the night. There was no day and night as far as she could tell in the windowless facility.
She'd laid alone on the makeshift bed considering how her life had abruptly changed, occasionally moving her hands over her now hairless body. Her feet felt awkward with the heels Dr. Huang had locked onto them and they were uncomfortable to sleep in.
Uncomfortable was an understatement. Even her asshole felt raw and sore from the bleach the young Asian woman had applied yesterday. She'd spent the first hour, after Huang had abruptly left and the lights in her room had dimmed, crying in the corner on the mattress at the memory of what she had done in the salon with Jiao.
Now the lights were back on.
She opened her eyes slowly allowing them to adjust to the room and the bright light that filled it. It wasn't a dream. She was still in a small room with nothing more than a toilet and the mattress she lay on. She was naked, and now hairless from the neck down, except for a pair of very tall open-sandal style heels.
The door creaked open suddenly and Jessica scrambled to cover her bare mound and breasts. Dr. Huang walked quickly into the room.
"Good morning Jessica," he paused. "Jessica, when you first arrived here I thought the attempts at modesty were cute. Now I'm going to have to insist that you stop covering yourself, or you'll be restrained until you can't cover yourself."
The words shocked her. Huang had so far been gentle with her. There was no hint that he was kidding in his voice and his eyes, now staring icily at her, suggested he was serious.
Jessica, rose to her feet and let her arms fall uncomfortably to her sides. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes. There was now no doubt he was able to clearly see her hairless pussy and small breasts.
"Much better." Huang's voice was still cold and there was no smile. Jessica's ankles felt unsteady on the high heels.
"Today you are to be taken to see an Appraiser, you may think of it as an examination. You will be expected to stand a certain way in the room and not speak unless spoken to. If you are given an instruction you will obey it." Huang made the statement in such a way as to ensure she realized there was not an alternative..
"You do not want to anger or inconvenience the Appraiser. He will be responsible for whether you spend the rest of your time in the facility as you are now, or in excruciating pain."
Jessica swallowed hard, unsure whether she was supposed to nod her understanding, or say something. Huang as it turned out did not wait for a response.
"When we get to the Appraiser this is how you will stand."
Jessica felt her arms being pulled behind her back forcing her breasts to arch forward. Huang firmly crossed them across her lower back and then reached for her neck. He tilted her chin just slightly up so that Jessica's eyes were forced to look squarely at Huang as he moved in front of her.
Jessica felt his leg pushing between her thighs.
"Open."
Huang used his leg to push Jessica's legs open, until they were slightly wider than shoulder width apart, before stepping back and evaluating Jessica's stance.
"This is how you are expected to stand during appraisal unless the appraiser himself directs you to do otherwise. Do you understand?"
Jessica responded meekly. "Yes."
The pose was uncomfortable and embarrassing. Her chest was thrust forward wantonly displaying her small breasts. Her hairless mound was fully displayed and her legs actually caused her pussy lips to open slightly. Her ankles were in pain from the angle of her legs and keeping herself upright on the tall heels.
"Good. Then follow me, and remember what I said about modesty." Huang turned and left the room.
Huang moved quickly down the hall and Jessica struggled to remain poised and keep up in the high heels. Arriving in front of a nondescript door, which looked similar to the one to her own room, Huang turned. Minding his advice from earlier Jessica quickly dropped her hands to ensure she wasn't covering herself.
Huang smiled. Then growing serious again he said, "you remember the way you are to stand?" Jessica nodded affirmatively. "Good, and remember not to speak unless spoken to and do everything you're instructed to."
Jessica nodded again.
"Good luck."
Huang opened the door, ushered her inside and then closed it quickly behind her.
Jessica cautiously took in her surroundings. She was standing in the entrance of what appeared to be a much, much larger room. Like her own sleeping quarters, the room was brightly lit and had the same white walls. In the center of the room was a small platform and about ten feet in front of it sat an attractive young Asian man in an obviously expensive suit. To his side sat an attractive Caucasian woman also wearing a suit with a small skirt. Her ample cleavage would have made her attire unacceptable for the office at Jessica's old job.
"Come and stand on the platform." The man made the command loudly in perfect English. Jessica walked quickly, as quickly as her heels would allow, to the platform and then took the position Huang had shown her moments before in her room.
Her face blushed in embarrassment as she considered how she must look to the man and woman in front of her. The man must be the Appraiser she thought, Huang had said "He" several times. The identity of the woman was a mystery that was soon solved.
"Pass me the file with her measurements and profile," the man gave the command to the woman beside him, without taking his eyes off her naked body in front of him. She must be his assistant, thought Jessica. The woman passed the Appraiser the file and he dropped his gaze to peruse the information. Jessica guessed it was the details she had shared during her interview before she accepted the money and boarded the small private plane that brought her here.
The man stood up. Jessica could not tell from his expression whether he was pleased or not. He picked up a pointer stick Jessica had not noticed from the desk and approached her from the side. He began to circle her slowly.
"Have you ever been pregnant?" The question caught Jessica off guard but she replied quickly in a soft voice.
"No, sir."
"I see. Please answer louder. She needs to take notes," he gestured towards his assistant who was paying attention to the notepad in front of her instead of Jessica's uncomfortable position.
She felt his pointer suddenly contact her left thigh and it sent a shiver through her body.
"She needs to do some toning work," he made his comment clinically to the woman at the table. Turning to Jessica he continued, "do you work out often?"
"Yes," Jessica replied louder this time. "I used to work with a trainer sometimes too." Adding that information seemed natural but a little silly given the circumstances. He ignored her comment.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" The question caught Jessica off guard but she composed herself and answered quickly.
