For a start, here's the final version of the first scene I wrote. If you're the sort of reader who's going to like this book, I think you'll be intrigued.
Leo Hastert smiled as he put on his cable-guy outfit. Rose Hutchison, blonde and blue-eyed, had called him back, as he had known she would, to do the hack he had told her he could do for twenty bucks. She had also made it clear that she was hoping he would service more than her cable box. He had called Abigail at the Institute, and Abigail had given final approval for the pick-up. After Rose had been accepted, Abigail had circulated her picture to the clients with whom the Institute was currently working to find concubines. David Handelson had called back within a few minutes of seeing Rose's picture. He would take Rose--and did Abigail have a 19 year-old to go with her? David and his wife were hoping to bring a pair to Saint Martin--and to their other houses, on Long Island and in Paris, of course. One for him and one for her? Leo wasn't sure, but the program was adept at filling this sort of request, and Abigail had told David she would see what they could do.
Leo loved his job.
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Rose Hutchison, twenty-five and already divorced, petite and lovely, let Leo into her apartment with a sly smile. She wore a cute pink T-shirt and tight, classic jeans. He was sure she had on some sort of special panties in his honor. That would be fun.
Leo didn't even glance at the place where he had installed the camera in the kitchen the day before, when Rose had been out shopping. He would know from a buzz in his implanted earpiece if that camera stopped feeding video--or any of the five others he had installed throughout her apartment, so that the Institute's monitors and Rose's safer (as they were called) Joanne could see everything that would happen.
Rose closed and locked the door behind Leo, 6'2" and, from outward appearances, all alpha--just what girls who are coming to terms with their submissive sides are looking for. The reality had more complexity, but Leo didn't wear his love for opera and French cooking on his sleeve.
Leo looked down at her, and said, "Take off your clothes."
The look on Rose's face changed to confusion, and then to fear. She reached for the lock on the door, but Leo easily grabbed and held her wrist. She started to yell, but he covered her mouth with his other hand and said "I can gag you if I have to, Rose. Wouldn't you rather I didn't?" A long moment passed, and then she nodded. He took his hand carefully from her mouth; sometimes they bit, but Rose didn't seem to be that kind of girl. Still, he had learned to be careful.
"You're going to take off all your clothes, or I'm going to take them off for you, after I cane your disobedient backside," Leo said calmly.
"You thought you were going to get a little action with the hunky cable guy. I'm afraid, Rose, that you're going to get a lot more action than you thought. You've been purchased by a wealthy man: in a month I'm going to deliver you to him, ready to pleasure him when and however he chooses."