There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Delilah pushed open the door to his office.  "You said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes," the man replied.  "I have something for you."  And he leaned over the side of his desk and picked up the glass box, handing it to her.

"Wow!" Delilah exclaimed, looking at the complete cheer outfit inside.  "This will get a place of honor over my mantel I think! Is this...everything?"

"Yes, every stitch of clothing it was wearing when you acquired it."  He tapped lightly on the desk.  "You've earned it.  That last delivery was your best so far. I've already sold the blonde and have potential buyers coming in today for the brunettes."

"I wish I could buy what was in this," Delilah mused, looking down at the box.  "The fun I could have!"

"I pay you well, don't I? What do you do with all your money?"

"Well I think we mentioned, Faye and I, we were looking at getting a van.  That Grand Cherokee is nice but it can only hold so much? So we have both been saving up for that."

"I see.  So how much do you have, if you could make an offer today?"

"Just the twenty-five grand you paid me for this delivery."

"Sorry, Delilah, that won't be enough.  I'd love to cut you a deal since you bring me such good product, but I can easily get three times that much for that one."

"I know.  And we are on the road so much, it's not like I'd have the time to enjoy it anyway.  It would just sit there like the elliptical I bought last year.  You should see how much dust is on that thing!  Don't buy exercise equipment if you don't have time to use it."  She turned towards the door.  "Thanks again for doing this, love the clear display box, that's a seriously nice touch!"

"You're welcome.  I look forward to your next delivery."


The man smiled as he opened the door and welcomed the couple inside.  He had changed his look, in place of the plain t-shirt and jeans he was now in a perfectly tailored navy suit.  The showroom he ushered them into was a bit more lavish than the 'check-in' room had been; there were nice chairs and tables set around the room, as well as some nice art on the walls.  The framed portraits were all of well-dressed and glamorous looking women.  In the center of the room was a long piece of furniture, larger than a coffee table and covered over with a dark red cloth.

He showed them to a pair of very nice upholstered chairs, taking note of their appearance.  The man was average height, dark hair, wearing a sport coat and khaki slacks' he seemed very laid-back and blase, which was in stark contrast to the woman, who had fiery red hair that was up in a bun, a form-fitting black dress, and knee-high black leather boots.  He couldn't decide whether her appearance screamed more 'vampire' or 'dominatrix'.

"May I get you both something to drink? Champagne perhaps?"

"That would be lovely," the woman replied.  "Don't you think so Guy?"

"Sure.  Champagne, thank you."

The man returned a few moments later with two champagne flutes.  He took a chair across from the couple.  "Thank you for coming in today.  When I saw your ad on Vbay earlier I thought it best to call you in." He glanced at a card in his hand.  "Guy and Melissa, right?"

"That's right," Melissa answered.  "I have to admit I never expected such a quick response when I put in our request for a 'generic big boobed cheerleader type'.  

"Timing is everything in my business.  I just happened to get such an item in stock yesterday and you're the first potential buyer."

"Wow, that is incredible!" Melissa exclaimed, turning and giving Guy a playful punch in the shoulder.  "Isn't it honey?"

"Ouch.  Yeah, it almost sounds too good to be true.  Like that girl you brought home on Halloween that turned out not to be a 'girl' at all?"

"He/she looked pretty, what can I say? I still had my fun.  Even if you didn't."

Guy rolled his eyes a bit.  "Yeah I'm really starting to wish I hadn't taken the afternoon off now."

The man could sense a bit of impatience in Guy's voice.  "You didn't come all this way just to talk. Let's show you what you came to see."  He stood up and walked over to the center of the room.  Guy and Melissa put down their glasses and followed him.  The man pulled away the cloth, revealing a glass display case; lying inside the case, fast asleep and wearing nothing except the tag around her neck, was Denise.

"Wow," Melissa's eyes lit up with excitement.  "Look at that! Guy, look at that!"

"It's...very nice."  He pulled Melissa aside for a moment.  "You realize if you show too much excitement we're going to end up overpaying again? Just like we did with the BMW?"

"Hey, you liked that car as much as I did!  I can't help it if I like what I see!"

"Just...try to save it till later, he is gonna gouge us if we don't."

"Fine, I'll try, but THAT is exactly what I've been looking for and you know it!"

They turned back to the man, who was smiling, pretending he hadn't heard any of their conversation.  

"That...that is pretty much what was advertised I think," Melissa calmly spoke, doing her best to hide her elation.

"It should be, considering it IS a generic big boobed cheerleader.  As I mentioned, I just acquired it yesterday.  You're the first to see it, but if you walk out of here you certainly won't be the last."

Melissa was standing on the side of the case now, looking down and admiring.  "What's the barcode thing around her neck for? And how long has she been asleep? She IS asleep, right?"

"Yes, deep in dreamland.  The barcode is for inventory purposes.  Once the sale is final then it can be removed, if you like."

"You said she was a cheerleader? If I buy do I get the cute little cheer outfit too?"

"Sorry, I actually sold the clothes already, in a manner of speaking.  What you see is what you get."

"So can we...touch?"

"Of course."  The man carefully unlocked and removed the lid.  Melissa immediately reached down and started playing with the pigtails.

"I LOVE these!"  She finally let them go and then started running her fingers along Denise's cheek, poking and prodding a bit.  "Will she wake up if I keep doing this?"

"Probably not. It's only been a few hours.  The solution I used is an eight hour one." He turned to Guy.  "You are welcome to touch it too, just be careful.  As they say, if you break it you buy it."

Melissa's hands had moved on to Denise's breasts at this point.  "They are real, Guy.  How about that?"

"Good. I hate those bolt-ons."  Guy reached out and poked Denise's legs gently.  "Nice muscle tone."

Melissa moved down to see for herself.  She poked Denise's other leg a bit.  "You're right! Definitely in great shape, fit, toned, and...waxed!" she added as her fingers slid over Denise's smooth mound.  "Oh the things we can do, Guy..."

Guy was trying to remain sedate even as his wife was having a hard time containing her enthusiasm.  "Do you have a brochure, fact sheet, something?"

"Right here."  The man pulled out a card from his jacket pocket with a photo and some of the pertinent information from the field sheet: age, height, weight, hair color, shoe size, etc.  Guy took it and began reading it over as Melissa continued to 'examine'.

"You mentioned a solution," Melissa blurted out suddenly.  "How does that work?"

"They make three strengths: two hour, four hour, and eight hour.  A concentrated amount breathed in and it goes to work in seconds."

"Could I...get some of that?" Melissa gushed.  "I think it would come in handy," she added as she petted Denise's head.

"It sounds like you really want to take it home with you today," the man smiled.

"Oh, Guy, can we?" Melissa turned to her husband and gave him puppy-dog eyes.

Guy made a face as if he had seen that look a thousand times.  "Fine. How much?" he asked the man.

"Seventy-five thousand.  That includes same-day delivery.  I'll even throw in some of that solution for free."

The couple's faces fell almost simultaneously. 

"We only brought fifty in cash," Guy mumbled.  "Is there any other payment types you take?"

"I'm sorry. This is a cash-only business.  I'm sure you understand why."

"Oh, Guy!" Melissa threw her head into her husband's chest, unable to stop her theatrics.  "I just must have it!"

The man paused, thinking for a moment.

"I may have a solution, if you are willing to listen.  Would you consider co-ownership?  Taking on another buyer for the other twenty-five grand, and working out an arrangement?"

"You can do that?" Melissa asked.

"Well it just so happens that one of my suppliers is interested in it too, but only has twenty-five thousand - and also isn't home a lot so wouldn't expect to need much time with it.  I could give her a call, I'm fairly sure she would do it.  She also happens to be the one I sold the cheer outfit too, so there's an added bonus."

"I don't know," Guy spoke.  "It sounds complicated.  I have enough complicated in my life," he added as he looked down at Melissa.

"I PROMISE, I will take care of everything dear! Just say yes."

"You said the same thing about the BMW.  And who is the one that washes it and does all the maintenance on it?"

"This will be different. I promise!" And she gave Guy the puppy-dog eyes again.

"If I don't say yes I'll never hear the end of it. Fine."

"Yay!" Melissa practically jumped into Guy's arms and gave him a huge kiss.

"Okay, have a seat, I'll go get the paperwork, make the call, and bring out some more champagne."