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Kai took the hint to go dispose of the condom and put himself to rights. He looked in the mirror, wondering if Constance had truly enjoyed sucking his cock as much as she’d seemed to. He felt himself changed in some way. He felt more masculine, having availed himself of the
erotic majesty
of an odalisque.
    And yet, her little bathroom was reassuringly normal. An old fashioned wooden hairbrush lay beside neatly arranged baskets of cosmetics. He could imagine her pulling the brush through her long hair as she stood naked and damp from the shower. He could also imagine bending her over the counter and spanking her with it on her heart-shaped ass just before he eased forward and positioned himself at her hot, wet entrance--
Down, boy. Reel it in.
    When he returned to the room, Bastien and Constance were sitting on the edge of her bed, deep in conversation. At Kai’s reappearance, Bastien patted Constance’s knee and stood. “I’m afraid it’s getting late, even for an odalisque. They tend to stay up late, and lay in bed long past dawn. The privilege of the kept,” he said, winking at Constance. Again, she smiled that guileless, contented smile. At the door, Kai turned to say goodbye, feeling foolish. What was the protocol for taking your leave of a woman you didn’t know who’d just sucked you off? Bastien also bid Constance good night and shut the door behind them.
    Kai walked a moment in silence, at a loss for words, and Bastien seemed content to let him think. Finally Kai said, “Thank you. That was a nice surprise.”
    “I gathered you needed it. It’s no fun to be in a house of sex slaves and not have a means of release. Tomorrow, I’ll show you around the training facilities and you can take a good look at all the women. Constance is lovely, and doubtless a very good match for you, but there are others who are similar to her in temperament and appearance. Often, in these circumstances, it’s best to rely on a combination of reason and impulse in making your choice. When you find the one, you’ll know, but it’s best to look at all of them before you make a final decision. In your room, you’ll notice a binder with profiles and photos of all the currently available odalisques.”
    “How many are there?”
    “I’d say it’s in the realm of thirty-six or thirty-eight at the moment. Forty is our cap, but throughout the year, that number fluctuates. Spring is by far our busiest time, so we try to have a full house of women trained and available. By fall, we might be down to fifteen or twenty, and then there is the pre-holiday rush. We are always canvassing for new candidates to keep our numbers at a sustainable level.”
    “Where do you find them? How do you know which women to approach?”
    Bastien looked coy. “That’s an industry secret, but suffice it to say, we have our proven strategies. And a surprising number of women find us, through lore or word of mouth. The Internet has been a great help in distributing the
Code d’Odalisque
along certain receptive channels. You’ll often find ‘Code d’Ode’ groups on mainstream sex and fetish sites.”
    “You don’t advertise, do you?”
    “There is no need. Word of mouth seems sufficient in bringing us both the candidates and prospective owners we need.”
    “Are there ever girls who don’t find an owner?”
    “Of course, although it happens rarely. After six years, an odalisque leaves service whether she’s found an owner or not. At that time, if she has never been acquired by a Master, she receives a sum equal to the amount she would have earned during two years of ownership. One million dollars. Hopefully it soothes any sting.”
    “I imagine it does.” They were outside Kai’s room now. Bastien extended his hand.
    “Here I will wish you good night. In your room, you should find the portfolio of profiles, as well as a tray with some snacks and a nightcap. If there is anything further you require, do not hesitate to summon the staff. As