Chapter 2 - The Black Dress Dream

Galvin forced the knot of his yellow floral print silk tie tight against his neck and then pulled at both sides of his suit jacket collars to adjust the deep blue Armani perfectly on to his broad shoulders. Left first, then right--a snap pull of each shirt cuff followed by a purposeful twist of each 18K gold cuff link holding the white linen cuffs together assured him perfection in his presentation.

He pressed down the button on his intercom. "You can show Mr. Winter's in now."

"Very well Mr. Anders." A soft feminine voice wafted through the sleek black speaker phone that sat alone on the corner of an impressively thick mahogany desk.

Galvin leaned further in to the high back, antique leather chair enjoying the way in which the spring groaned when he forced it, against its will, in to a more relaxing position.

Samarra--she had selected the name for herself--knocked daintily on the outside of Galvin's door. If he hadn't been expecting anyone the subtle noise she with her dainty knuckles wouldn't have roused much, if any, attention.

"Please come.” He turned the chair a bit to the left. “Please have a seat." Galvin didn't bother to stand up and extend any formal greeting to the man who was ushered in to his office by his leggy receptionist.

Mr. Winter's was dressed every bit as sharp as Galvin. He watched Samarra walk out of the office making no attempt to pull his gaze away from her long legs that were made to look endless because of the very tiny dress she was wearing. As soon as she closed the door behind her Mr. Winter's unbuttoned his suit jacket and began surveying the three different styled chairs that had been placed in front of Galvin's desk. Each one afforded a location of close proximity as well as didn't obstruct either man's view from one another so it didn't make a difference in which he chose.
Winter's sat down on a noble, high back wood chair. It seat was adorned with a thick majestic red satin pillow. Long golden tassels poured out from each of its four corners.

"She is very beautiful, much like the chair you have chosen to sit in." Galvin approved of Mr. Winter's selection. "I often find myself thinking of who might have sat on it so many years in the past."

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Winter's asked.

Like Mr. Winter's had done moments ago, Galvin was making no effort to disguise his cursory evaluation of the man. "Do you exercise?" Galvin finally asked.

Mr. Winter's face instinctively looked down at his stomach, "When I get a chance." His head rose. "I have a complete gym in my office and--"

Galvin waved him off. "We can talk about that later." Galvin's stratagem to off balance egocentrically, rich and powerful individuals by passing disparaging comments about their physical appearance worked like a charm.

"You're interested in obtaining one of my products and might I add you come highly recommended." Galvin smiled.

Despite being flustered Winters appreciated the round about compliment. He nodded. "That is correct. I've been told the end result of your work is perfect."

“Yes, perfect--perfection.” Galvin smiled and stood up from behind his desk. He walked over to a floor to ceiling window that over looked the back property of his estate pausing long enough to comment on how hard it was raining outside.

"This type of weather has made our family millions." Mr. Winters remarked.

"Yes, I suppose it has." Galvin turned his attention to two large, solid cherry panels that covered a good portion of the west wall. He removed a small remote device from inside his suit jacket pocket and triggered it. The two large panels began to slowly slide open revealing a computer and two very large flat panel televisions. Galvin stole a glance at Mr. Winters whose reaction showed no indication of surprise or astonishment.

"One moment while the computer boots up and we will be set," Galvin said.
Moments later both monitors came on revealing a metallic blue background with the insignia C.M.W. rotating in the center of the screen. Galvin turned toward the monitors and launched in to his presentation.

“I've developed a way for men such as yourself to posses the woman of your dreams." Galvin pressed the remote; each monitored displayed an exceptionally beautiful, scantily clad woman posing seductively. "I call it Custom Made Women." Galvin pressed again. The two women appeared on one monitor unclothed and embraced within each other's arms. The other monitored showed a man sitting on a chair, much like the one Mr. Winter's was sitting on. He was watching as the two women kissed. Galvin had taken the time to superimpose Mr. Winter's face in to the shot. "And I might add, custom made to exceed your dreams." Galvin allowed the images to remain on the monitors while he continued to talk.

"I maintain a select portfolio of products which I make available to clients who may need motivation in how their dream woman should look." Galvin moved back to the window and looked out again momentarily. "Think of it as a starting point." He turned back to Mr. Winters whose eyes were still affixed to the monitors. "A large percentage of clients often chose one of the products directly from my portfolios. There are a few who come to me with predetermined image." Galvin purposefully cleared his throat.

Mr. Winters turned to Galvin.

"Mr. Winters which do you believe yourself to be?"

"I'd like to examine the portfolios."

"That's perfectly fine." Galvin pressed the remote. The left monitor displayed a nude woman whose face was blurred over.

"Often time products may not meet all of the buyer specifications. I make certain that upon delivery all necessary demands are met." Galvin walked closer to the monitors and pressed the remote. The right monitor displayed the same woman but with noticeable differences.

"In this case a client purchased a specific product that required some adjustments in order to meet his demands." He pointed at the left screen. "The client desired long curly hair and bountiful round breasts." Galvin pointed to the right monitor to convey the extreme difference between the before and after illustration.

"The client required his product to be denuded. Extensive electrolysis and chemical processes were undertaken to achieve neck to toe hairless skin. In addition he desired piercings for the nose, labia, and belly button." Galvin pressed the remote. The images of the woman appeared again on each monitor but with her back facing forward.

"In addition the client desired his product to be marked by this unique tattoo." Galvin pointed to the three claw marks stretching from the side of her left breast down to the half-way point of her right ass cheek.

Mr. Winters finally spoke. "That is an amazing tattoo."

Galvin smiled. "Yes, we flew the product to Thailand to have it done." Galvin pressed the button on the remote. The monitors displayed a front and back pose of the woman squatting down. In the frontal image she was leaning slightly back and in the reverse image she was leaning slightly forward. "Finally under the client's physical traits requirements her labia's were surgically enlarged and lengthened." Galvin sat down behind his desk.

"Shall I continue?"

Mr. Winters understood Galvin was simply asking him if he was still interested in purchasing one of his products. He turned his attention to Galvin, "Certainly."

"I provide clients with a detailed listing of available physical adjustments. Certainly there are changes to one's body that only God can make--however I do my best to stay competitive." Galvin allowed his ego to bask in his last statement. “My list certainly doesn't preclude you from requiring something that I may have forgotten to add, though you can rest assured I haven't left anything off that you could possible want."

Galvin removed several leather binders from a shelf under the monitors. He returned to his desk. "These," he made a pile with 3 binders, "are new products, while these," he patted the two other binders "are previously owned products."

"Used?"

Galvin smiled. "I don't like using that particular word." He folded his hands together. "Some clients opt to lease a product. At the end of the term I provide intercession to ensure the product and clients life span are severed with out any ill effects or repercussions to either person."

"A nice clean break," Mr. Winters suggested.

"Exactly." Galvin clapped his hands together without having them make any noticeable noise. "I will tell you now and certainly many times after, should you choose to lease rather than purchase one of my products personal choices resulting in mistakes can prove to be costly."

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Getting a leased product pregnant." Galvin said blandly. "We offer sterilization for full purchased products but not for leased."

"But you can provide intercession for that?"

"Most definitely. You will get a bill and it will be costly."

"Understood." Mr. Winters grinned.

Galvin continued. "Previously owned products are available for purchase only. They are however offered at discount since there are some limitations with altering physical traits previously made by their original owner. I want to make you aware of that."

"How many previously owned products have you sold?"

Galvin pretended to think but he knew his numbers cold. "I have sold fifteen previously owned products. Eight of which were purchased back by their original owner." Galvin closed his eyes.

"They came to me for their dream girl and I made it. Perhaps they fully realized it after she was gone."

Galvin pushed one of the two leather binders toward the edge of the desk. "There are three separate divisions in each binder which separates products by size; small, medium and large. Each division is sorted by height, the shortest to the tallest."
Winters slid the binder off the desk and unfolded it on to his lap. "These are all amazing creatures." He didn't bother to look up as he spoke. "She's spectacular."
Galvin leaned over his desk. "Ah, that one is special indeed."

"She's a little small up top."

"Client request, however that can be easily taken care of."

Winters flipped over the product's page in the portfolio. The back of her individual card provided the basic statistics for height, weight, eye color, hair length and color and dimensions for chest, waist and hips. There were also 7 small close ups photos of her eyes, lips, chest, ass, vagina, legs and feet.

"What is her name?" Winters looked up at Galvin who was still leaning forward.

"The name that swept through your mind when you first glimpsed her beauty."

Mr. Winters looked back at the binder. "Jessica." He whispered. "How much?"

"Hmmm..." Galvin leaned back in to his chair so he could pull open his desk drawer. He opened what looked like a medium sized black leather journal. "Eleven million," he closed the book, "firm." He added. Galvin watched the man carefully and was happy to notice the slightest hint of smile beginning to take hold of one corner of his mouth.

"How long was she leased for?"

Galvin knew Mr. Winters would eventually get around asking that particular question--it certainly was a fair one. "2 years," he said.

"How old is she?"

Galvin opened up the black folder. "She's 27."

Winters pulled a blue lacquered pen out of his suit jacket and used it to separate Jessica's page from the others.

"That's a lovely pen, Mont Blanc Starwalker if I'm not mistaken."

Winters smiled and nodded his head. "I am a big time pen aficionado. May I see the portfolio for you small new products?"

"Certainly." Galvin slid the binder to the man.

Mr. Winters seemed to give each product a purposeful amount of consideration but Galvin knew he was already hooked. Jessica had caught his eye. The vision of her had stolen down deep in to the pit of his stomach to stir up deep emotions of desire. Winters would occasionally reach out to touch the other binder and Galvin knew he wasn't doing it to make sure his pen was still there.

Mr. Winters breathed in through his mouth, held it until his forehead turned red then and expelled it out forcefully through his nose. "I think I have made my choice." He set the new product binder on top of Galvin's desk. "They all are very beautiful but I think I would like to pursue Jessica."

Galvin held out his hands.

Mr. Winters hesitated before placing the pre-owned binder in to his hand. Galvin winked at him. "Don't worry I won't steal your pen."

A look of confusion swept across Mr. Winter's face, hanging there briefly until he recalled using his pen as a book marker. "Thank you." He retrieved the pen from Galvin's outstretched hand.

Galvin removed Jessica's page from the binder and set it down on his desk. He collected the others, returned them to the shelf under monitors and used pressed the remote control on final time. The images of the squatting girl disappeared, the computers powered down and the cherry panels began to return to their original positions.

"You've made an excellent choice Mr. Winters. I believe we can discuss the rest over some steak and wine?"

"That's an excellent idea Galvin." Winters jumped up with such energy it made Galvin believe he was going to continue upward until he smacked his hand on the ceiling and screamed "Hell yeah mother fucker I got me my dream girl!"
Galvin laughed.

"What?" Winters looked like the cat that swallowed the canary.

"I enjoy seeing pure excitement." He leaned over and pressed the button on his speaker phone. "Samarra can you please call Aux Lyonnais and let them know I should be there in about," he looked at his watch and then at Winters, "say 7:30PM."

Mr. Winters nodded his head in approval.

Galvin and Mr. Winters went out to dinner. Galvin order a thick steak while Mr. Winters ordered a cob salad with a diet coke.

"Too excited to eat?" Galvin asked.

"No,” Mr. Winters laughed. “I just started my diet and tomorrow I am will be getting up early so I can go to the gym."

"That's great news." Galvin smiled.