ELENA

Repeat clientele are the best to cultivate. A satisfied customer will come back, looking for the same quality and eye for detail. It is to those discerning masses that I cater. My work does not come cheap. Therefore, it takes a special kind of patron to afford my services. I'm okay with that.

Knowing that the content is worth every dollar, pound, euro, yen, dinar, and rupee, well, it's a matter of pride.

Snow White is codeword for a fair skinned, dark haired girl. Like all markets, it's a special niche. The client who ordered his version of heady delights should be pleased. Having a network of proteges does have its advantage. Almost twenty worked beneath me in the pyramid of supply and demand. Put out an order, and they have three days to fulfill it. Each of my proteges keeps a stable of girls at his beck and call. Each groomed to be willing and able, and ready at a moment's call. Takes a special kind of person to be a protege of mine, each trained in the manner that I wanted them to procure for me. Christian Grey being a prime example of my methodology. Groomed him with a riding crop in hand, and now he echoes the same with his own subs. The only thing he did different were the background checks. His first three toys, well, it was rather easy to falsify the records because I 'provided' the reports. When he took matters into his own hands, did he get legitimate reports for his future subs. That was fine, as those girls made just as much money for me working overseas in an Eastern European brothel.

At a dingy podunk cafe, I sat and waited for the same dark haired man who purchased my briefcase last week. It was on the far west of the airport park, where the sound of planes overhead also made it hard to overhear conversations from neighboring tables. Sat in a corner booth, the briefcase of goods ordered next to me on the seat. At four-thirty as planned, the Investor made his appearance. The cafe had filled up with patrons, and the combined din of clinking tableware, jumbo jets, and droning voices made it difficult to listen to the Investor as he stood next to the table and spoke.

"A good afternoon, Madam Spider." His white teeth flashed as he gave his greeting.

I smiled. "Likewise. Have a seat?" With a flourish of my hand, I gestured for him to join me.

A quick nod and he sat on the other side of the briefcase. He put his payment briefcase atop the one I brought. I took his, put it on the otherside of me.

"It is what I requested?" His obsidian eyes glimmered in anticipation.

"Yes, it's just as ordered." I took satisfaction knowing he would have no complaints about the product. "I'm sure you will be pleased."

"May I see the samples?" His voice grew husky in what I thought was in anticipation.

"Of course." Common business practice. I was wary of creating a website for my product; too much risk. Going solely by word of mouth made my brand more elusive, expensive, and exclusive. Not everyone can pay ten grand for a twenty minute video or a hundred photos. By keeping the product in my hand until passing ownership, I controlled who became exposed to it. I've avoided Law Enforcement for sixteen years, and have made more money than I ever dreamed. I deemed it a worth system.

He turned the briefcase around to face him, opened it, lifted the foam insert and viewed the samples. "It is just as ordered." Quickly replacing the foam insert, he closed the briefcase and locked it.

"I am a business woman of stringent ethics."

The Investor reached out to touch my hand. "You are a business woman, true." With his other hand, he swung a handcuff around my wrist. "FBI. You are under arrest for the trafficking of child pornography, the production and distribution of child pornography."

My heart froze for a second before it's fierce pounding filled my ears. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You are under arrest." He stood up, fished out and flashed his badge and I noticed the other end of the handcuff was around his wrist. "Come with me."

I sat, shocked. But only for a moment. In a burst of speed, I flipped open the compartment hidden beneath the topaz in my ring on the uncuffed hand. Opened my mouth and emptied the contents of the compartment into it. The yellow powder burned my tongue, which then swelled up to such a size, I couldn't breath. With death, they can't prosecute me nor will I ever go behind bars.

The FBI agent tethered to me yelled, "Get an ambulance!" and the last thing I saw were patrons scrambling and screaming in terror. And when I closed my eyes, the world seemed to end.

I won.

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2.0

To the Anon reader (if you are reading) who called me a pedophile for making my disdain of C & E obvious... well, you don't know me or that I've chucked more than one person to the FBI for collecting child porn, or that I've been a volunteer with Perverted Justice since 2005 [that means before they became famous/popular from NBC's To Catch A Predator], and helped keep pedophiles from hitting on kids in chat rooms while participating in the now-defunct Human Shield project. I've helped protect children and educate on domestic violence. What have you done to better humanity?

Your ignorance made me giggle and yes, I deleted that review because I won't tolerate personal attacks. Tell me you hate the story- I've got no issues with that. Accuse me of getting my jollies from abused children, then it's on like Donkey Kong. That sort of shit is not to be tolerated in any measure. Accusing someone of the heinous crime of pedophilia just because you don't agree with their storytelling is to play down the significance of such a betrayal of a young person by a predator. Are you really that petty?

I would also like to point out that in fact, child modeling sites are often a front end for child pornography (and with how Elena's planning on something very similar in nature in regards to her new salon in the story) sales. If one reads the news (beyond celebrity news, reality TV updates, and/or sports) one can read how several "child modeling sites" through the years were just that; the parents (often mothers living vicariously through their spawn) believe that it's on the level. But a few strategic angles can turn an otherwise innocent pose into something much more sinister. This is a horrific fact. I'm not going to go into detail of just exactly are in those photos Elena sells, because just the hint of it is enough for me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've been consciously avoiding salaciousness, nor giving the impression that I approve of said behaviors my characters exhibit. I suppose it boils down to personal interpretations, transference, and bias. Want to know where I got my inspiration? Google "FBI Operation Atlantic" and "FBI Crimes Against Children" Division. I am not a member of law enforcement, but I do have a passion to learn about society at large; that includes the seedy and disgusting underbelly that the vast majority of the population are spared. Education, it's a beautiful thing in my humble opinion.

I realize the vast majority of readers of this tale are less likely to jump to such conclusions as that particular person did, and I thank them for their rationality. But for the record, any review that contains a personal attack will be removed if Anon, ignored, or addressed, depending on how squirrelly I'm feeling.

Got a problem with me, to where you need to spew hatred and make assumptions about me? PM, please.

Thank you.