The Big Scoop

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The Big Scoop

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White Slavery is something one associates with the old eastern block and the fall of the Soviet Union and the emergence of the new Russia it was something that happened to the desperate in the east longing for the life of the west. Slavery and human trafficking was a problem of the third world, and Eastern Europe it did not happen to well educated people in the west.

Michael Develin listened politely to his editors as they spun ideas for the upcoming issue of INS’s online publication. INS had come a long way since the days of a radio news service. Where other such as Pathé News had not kept up with changes or adapted to the times they had gone the way of the Dodo, but not INS. “Ladies, Gentlemen we need something that will hit our readers in the gut.” Develin knew that a grain of truth, and some outrageous conclusion would do the trick.

“White Slavery Mr. Develin oh not in Eastern Europe but right here. After all pretty young women disappear quite regularly who is to say it’s not slaver bearing them off” Develin smiled now there is an idea. He quickly scribbled a few notes and handed them to Mathew Albright. “Mat it is your idea run with it for the moment.” Develin scratched the stubble, Have that new intern work up some facts, number of girls that go missing, you know the routine. We will back up the idea of White Slavery in our readers’ back yard with some facts and then draw them to the conclusions’ we want.

Young interns such as Miss Annabelle Scott were not privy to the inner working of INS News or the way they subtly skew their news stories to create a sensational story for publication. No they were the ones to do the grunt work, the research that the journalist would use to craft their stories.

Mathew Albright left the meeting calling for INS’s newest intern Annabelle Scott. “Scott,…….Scott……where the hell is she?” Thom Mannering smiled he would fix Miss Scott but good, how dare she turn down a date with him, the cold little bitch. “Mr. Albright I think she is down in the archives, she said there was nothing to do up here of interest.”

“Really Mannering!” Thom Mannering could see that Albright was furious and went off to give the young girl a verbal hiding. When he finally got to the INS Archives he was madder than a wet hen. “So nothing of interest to do is it Miss Scott?” Mathew Albright’s face was flushed red, his breathing a bit labored, for a man in his fifties he was not what one could call in good shape, but he was a first class columnist and one that had won his share of awards for his writing. The closing of the better newspapers had brought him to INS and he was just trying to get by in this new world of on line medium.

“Well Miss Scott?”

 

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The young redheaded intern was shaken from her research at Mathew Albright’s question. She had backed against the stacks of the archives. A stray strand of her tawny copper hair hung seductively by her angelic face, a pencil was slid behind her ear. Anna raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Albright? I was just finding the information that Mr. Mannering asked me for."

“Mr. Manning you say?” Mathew Albright knew well Thom Mannering reputation and Mat was quite sure that the pretty little redhead had rebuffed Mannering’s advances. He also knew that Mannering could be vindictive when his advances were turned down. “Let me see the notes on what Mr. Mannering was having you research. Mat Albright took the notes from the little redheaded Intern. As he read he shook his head for Mannering was having the girl look up the Durham consul decision to build new estates on the Westside. INS had run that story nearly six months ago. “Mannering……” softly cursed. Mat had noticed the impeccable way the notes were made and the way that Annabelle Scott had noted cross references.

“Never mind this Miss Scott I have a more pressing research project for you. I am working on a story on the unexplained disappearance of several young ladies over the past year, and the possibility that they might be connected to White Slavery”. Mathew Albright studied the young intern to see if the project peeked her interest. He also noticed that Miss Annabelle Scott was a very attractive young lady. She was a petite beauty and her stunning blue eyes were the first thing an man noticed, eyes that a man could become lost in, and seemed to look out on the world with a delightful innocence.

“So are you interested in doing the research Miss Scott?”

 

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Mat Albright watched as the little redhead’s stunning blue eyes grew wide with barely contained excitement. Then suddenly there was a quizzical look on her young face. Mat knew that men like Mannering made life a burdensome existence of mundane drudgery for young interns like Miss Scott. He looked again at the notes she had handed him and he could see how meticulously they had been done so he decided to force the issue with a simple question. “So are you interested in doing the research Miss Scoot.”

"Oh. Yes, sir. I am." Annabelle answered quickly, as though a moment's hesitation would lead to him taking the opportunity away. "What is it you need me to do?" Mat outlined what he wanted her to do, research the disappearance of three young girls, Karri Williams, Martha Smith, and Julie Emerson. All the girls were between eighteen and twenty and with no apparent link between them, yet Mat Albright though there was something more. “You know the routine Miss Scott; check the police reports, and school records, anything that might link them. I’ll interview their parents and friends.” The assignment was straight forward, a search of records, cross reference, and more time spent in the archives. It was the same mind numbing work but it was for a real story this time.

After a week of hard work there seemed nothing to connect the young women. They appeared to have led a sheltered life, no real boyfriends, the only thing they had in common was that they were young, beautiful, and light haired. Karri was a redhead and Martha and Julie were blondes. Julie was a honey blonde, and Martha was a golden blonde. It was late one night when Annabelle came across a photograph of Karri and Julie in a line for a new club, “The Chained Unicorn”. It was the first time that there was any hint of a link between any of the girls. It was late too late to call Mr. Albright. Annabelle could wait until morning to tell him what she had found, or she could go to the Chained Unicorn and see if there was anything to the photo or not. It was a temptation one she knew she should leave till morning……..but this could be big…….a real scoop.

It seemed there was no real information on “The Chained Unicorn” other than it was a private club. In fact it seemed someone had made sure there were no references to the club in the INS archives. What Annabelle did find was that it was located in the industrial area of the city, which was unusual for a Private club. What Annabelle Scott’s research did not reveal was that “The Chained Unicorn” was in fact a BD&SM club catering to the darker needs of the shaker and movers of the city. Men and women who would not want their particular appetites made common knowledge, and paid handsomely to keep them secret.

 

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Annabelle’s cab had pulled up in the dark heart of the industrial section of the city. Her cab driver was reluctant to let out the young redheaded beauty in the apparently deserted section of town. “Miss are you quite sure this is where you wanted to go.” All he could do was shake his head as Annabelle paid the fare. He decided that he would circle the block giving the naïve young beauty a chance to change her mind. As the cab pulled away Annabelle was left standing on the pavement under a lonely street lamp. Could this really be the place? The location hardly seemed to be the site for a chic private night club. Annabelle turned the corner, and saw an island of light, a queue, and finally the sign; The Chained Unicorn. The young redheaded intern from INS joined the queue.

Boris monitored the queue on the club's close circuit TV network. It was he who would decide who would get into the club and who would be turned away. As each person approached the doorman, Boris evaluated them. He would let in a bloke or two but it was the young women of the queue that caught his interest and he would select them with an eye to what the club members would most likely capture their interests. Perhaps one in twenty of young women would be admitted to The Chain Unicorn.

Several men and young women had been turned away at the door when it was Annabelle’s turn. Boris smiled as he saw the young redhead approach the doorman. She wore a white mini skirt and matching heels that accentuated the sensual curves of her legs. The girl’s blouse was a simple sapphire v-neck top which brought out her blue eyes and drew the viewers eyes to a teasing glimpse of the cleavage, and her firm young breasts, it was tasteful, sensual, and oh so innocently conservative. Boris pushed a button that would signal the doorman to admit the young beauty.

At first glance there was nothing to suggest that The Chained Unicorn was anything but an exclusive private night club. There was a service bar, dance floor, and the seating was restricted to tables that nestled in the shadows of the room around the dance floor, soft jazz music subtly played in the back ground. Thom Mannering was seated at a table in the far corner across from the door, surveying the young women that had made it passed the selection process when he spied Annabelle Scott. Damn he muttered under his breath, what the hell was she doing here. Boris and Ivan would want to know that an intern from INS news was here, then they would want to know how Mannering let it happen. He debated with himself whether to tell them or not, but there was really no choice. He picked up the phone by his table, “Ivan the girl in the sapphire v-neck top, and white Mini is an intern at INS.” Ivan looked down on the main floor of the club and saw Annabelle as she waited to be seated. He smiled she was a pretty little morsel.

Annabelle was seated in the far corner from Thom Mannering. She had just ordered her drink when a tall man in his mid fifties, impeccably dressed, came and sat down by her. “I am Ivan and you are my dear.” He smiled warmly, “Tell me are you a dominatrix or a submissive?” He smiled again his eyes boldly traveling over Annabelle, a submissive I believe.

 

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The young girl smiled, “Am I?.....You can call me Anna though." Ivan smiled to himself the girl had wit, and could think on her feet. “Tell me are you a dominatrix or a submissive?” He smiled again his eyes boldly traveling over Annabelle’s supple young body. A submissive” he decided as the young redheads mouth hung open, and her stunning blue eyes where wide with surprise at his question. He could see the relief in Anna’s eyes as Ruby set her glass of wine down giving the young INS intern a moment to regain her wits and composure as she took a long sip of her wine. "Maybe I haven't decided yet?" Anna finally replied turning back to Ivan with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

This young beauty was in over her pretty little head, there was no doubt in his mind. Ivan rested his arm on the back of the seclude booth just behind Anna his dark amber eyes held Anna’s soft azure blue eyes captive in his gaze. “Perhaps we should help you make up your mind Anna.” As he spoke Boris joined his brother and slipped into the seat on the other side of the young redheaded beauty.

He was a huge bear of a man. Where Ivan was an impeccable dresser there was something wilder, perhaps primitive about Boris, despite his eloquent dress. At a glance it was obvious that he was older than Ivan perhaps in his late fifties early sixties, but there was noting frail about the man. “Boris I would like to introduce Anna, a quite charming young lady that has not made up her mind if she is a dominatrix or a submissive.” Boris smiled broadly, took Anna’s hand in his and turning it over kissed the palm of her hand, “A pleasure Anna”. Like his brother Boris’ eyes boldly traveled over the young redhead’s firm young body. He made no effort to conceal his appraisal of Anna’s physical charms.

What Anna did not know was that both Ivan and Boris knew exactly who she was from Thom Mannering. The naive little INS intern was about to get the biggest scoop on what went on at “The Chained Unicorn”, the shame was that she would never be able to tell Mat Albright or anyone else for Boris and Ivan had plans for the little redheaded beauty. Nor did she know that her drink had been drugged and even now that drug was slowly taking effect.

The soft jazz music faded and a spot light shown on the stage, the lights in the rest of the club where dimmed. A disembodied voice announced, “Our first offering this evening is a little honey blonde 18 years of age.” A young girl was led out and into the little circle of light, she was unsteady, giggling and obviously drunk or drugged. Two women dressed in black leather corsets, and matching spike heeled thigh high boots now flanked the girl. “Shall we see what charms our little Miss has to offer?” The music was soft sensual, and seductive as the two woman stripped the young girl to the cheers of the crowd. A collar was fastened around the young now naked beauty’s neck and she was led from the stage to become the entertainment for the club members.

“ I believe you said that you did not know if you were a Dominatrix or a submissive Anna”. Ivan cooed softly. “Shall we find out Miss Scott?” Boris’ voice was dark sensual, it was a voice felt as much as heard. Slowly it dawned on the drugged little redheaded beauty that somehow they knew exactly who she was.