Bobby slipped the mask over his head as Angel shut the door behind them. He took his seat behind the tinted, bullet proof glass.
"Bobby. We're going to keep it under ten thousand this time, right?" Jerry had removed his mask and taken the seat to Bobby's right.
"Sure, Jerry. Ten thousand, no more." Bobby wasn't sure why Jerry always counted pennies, but he supposed that if it weren't for Jerry, he'd be broke.
"Attention friends. The line up will start in just a moment and then we will begin our auction. Please press your bid button now to ensure they are all in working order." The PA echoed loudly in the small room.
Bobby pressed the button and saw the red light glow above his window. He watched as the center stage lit up and the slaves were led out into view of all the other glass windows just like his. His eyes rested on a young looking man with dishwater hair and bright blue eyes. Bobby could see that he was the youngest of the bunch. He was obviously trained, as he was not stumbling under the influence of drugs. "Angel, Jerry, leave the room."
"Bobby, come on, we agreed..." Jerry knew that look. It meant that Bobby found one he had to have. When that happened, he would drop any amount to win the bid.
"I said get out Jerry." Bobby looked over at the younger man and watched him get up quickly. He didn't listen as well as Angel did, but he was useful. They all played a part, but Bobby was the ringmaster of their little circus, and Jerry would do well to remember it. Jerry looked a moment longer at Bobby before replacing his mask and walking out the door behind Angel.
Bobby watched the bidding start with a twenty-five year old brunette. It had taken him some time to learn the jargon of their auction, but now he learned the signs that brought the bidding higher. Trained was preferred to untrained by most of the others in this crowd. If they had papers, it meant that they were sold, probably by their parents and no one would come looking for them. Performers were specifically trained for the sex industry. A virgin was a true rarity among them. Most of the slave trainers took that from them in the first few days of training. Only Victor had mastered the art of making a performer without taking the slave's virginity. Bobby's knee bounced in anticipation as they moved on to a set of twin twenty-three year old men.
"Next on the auction block in number 5139." Bobby watched as they walked out the young man. "A nineteen year old male. Trained performer with papers. Trained for five years under Master Victor. Virgin." Bobby didn't bother to try the first round of bids, almost every buzzer lit up at once. Once the cheapskates had been out bid, he started bidding at thirty thousand. The bidder two windows down went back and forth with Bobby, until finally Bobby out bid him. "Sold to window number three for one hundred thousand." Bobby flicked the green switch that let Jerry and Angel know that they were allowed to come back in.
"Bobby how much did you spend?" Jerry watched as Bobby held up one finger. "You only spent ten thousand?" He watched dejectedly as Bobby shook his head. "Oh, Bobby, come on. You dropped a hundred on this one?"
Bobby almost laughed at the ridiculous look on Jerry's face. "I had to do it, Jerry."