The truck slid to a stop with a scream of air brakes. Two people sitting in back stretched from sitting so long and opened the doors beside them. The driver remained seated in the truck, his head down on the wheel, waiting to be needed again.
The pair stepped out into a parking lot, their vehicle surrounded by other transports of the same type; Cattle trucks, their holes covered to keep outside eyes from seeing inside. They met at the front of the transport with a nod and headed toward a building standing surrounded by tall fences and barbed wire.
She was tall, just over six foot, wearing heels allowing her to tower over most others. Her clothes were form fitting, but tasteful. They hugged her figure and curves, drawing the eye of most men she walked past. Her expression to them was scornful, impatient, as if she couldn't be bothered to notice them. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight braid, sectioned off ever two inches by rubber bands.
The second traveler was a male, over six feet himself, dressed in loose clothes. His blonde hair was also back into a ponytail, although not as severe as the female. Both walked with confidence, flashing an invitation to the doorman, entering the building.
The interior erupted into conversation as soon as the door opened. Across the space was a large stage with folding chairs set up to view whatever presented itself to to the group. Moving to two empty seats, the pair sat down, moving a little closer to each other.
"Richie, why are we here?" the female whined.
"Product, Muffin. We need new product. Our stock is not enough to supply the demand we have. We need to bring home some more product. This is a place they auction in bulk. No more buying one pitiful slave at a time. Smallest lot they are auctioning off here is ten and up to fifty."
The female, Tina's, eyes widened. "Fifty, Richie? Bulls too?"
"Ah, my little slut, hungry to be split open. I am looking for one male, trying to modify our bull program to make them as desirable as our heifers."
"Oooo, yea, Richie." she cooed, nuzzling up to his arm. "Does that mean I don't have to leave again, searching out females? I get to stay with you?"
"As long as you do your job, Tina." Richie assured her.
Tina was stopped from answering by a loud bell that sounded in the space. Conversation died down as the people filed to the chairs and settled down. She scooted closer to the calm male, resisting the urge to fall to her knees.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, our auction will begin. Please make sure you have your bid cards. As always, payment is expected promptly and is non-refundable. Possession of goods is expected immediately after the auction concludes. And let's begin with lot number one...
"This lot is small, only fifteen products. Two males, thirteen females. All blonde. They are fit, and vary in ages from twenty to thirty-five. All products were acquired from a wide area, so no investigations should overlap." As the auctioneer spoke a person wearing all black and a hood walked past carrying a chain behind them. Hooked onto the chain were the product being auctioned. They stumbled as the person pulling the chain didn't slow, across the stage. All had wide eyes, trying to figure out how they ended up here. "We will start the bidding at twenty-five thousand for the lot. Do I hear twenty-five?"
As the bids flowed in the products were circled around the stage allowing the bidders to see both front and backs of what they were bidding on. Richie watched the lot, disinterested. While they were young, they were not what he was looking for. He liked more variety in his livestock, and more than one male could be a problem with his current set-up.
