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displays.
    Hayley was puzzled. “What’s the matter, dear?”
    “Isn’t it obvious?” Svetlana nudged past her. She put a hand on Simon’s shoulder, coming close. “You know, Sir...test drives are part of the tour. For any one of the models. They’d all be happy to relieve you.”
    “N-no.” His face was red. “I’d be mortified.”
    “Cocks are celebrated here, Sir. Hard cocks, doubly so. I’d be delighted to see it...so long as your wife doesn’t demand first privilege?”
    Hayley couldn’t believe it took her so long to understand the problem.
    “Simon,” said Hayley, slightly admonishing. “You mustn’t be ashamed of your hard-on. Not in a place like this. But I will not have you testing out some floozy on the floor.” She put herself between her husband and Svetlana. “I rather think that, for the money, we’d like something a little more exclusive, yes?”
    “No!” Simon coughed. “No, really. It’s fine. I just...just needed a moment. That’s all. Show us the rest.”
    “Are you certain , Mr. Sanderson?” asked Svetlana, coolly ignoring Hayley. “I would be delighted to show you to our private viewing rooms, where you could have a girl of your choice fresh of the factory line. A virgin, even. Though no pre-factory virgins, of course. Those are for...” she raised an eyebrow Hayley. “...our most exclusive clients.”
    “And what are we?” asked Hayley. “Chopped meat?”
    “Every business has a strata of clientele, do they not, Misses Sanderson?”
    “It’s Haus. ” Hayley set her jaw. “ Miss Haus.”
    “Of course, dear. My mistake. Shall we continue?” Svetlana walked down the line, pointing as she went. Small overhead lights punched on as she walked by each new girl.“As you can see, there are a variety of models we are happy to offer you. The Happy Servant. The Milking Studmaker. The Fertile Fucktoy. The Breeding Beauty—”
    “What’s the difference between the Fertile Fucktoy and the Breeding Beauty?” asked Simon. He had stopped, examining the Fertile Fucktoy. Her long chestnut hair wrapped entirely around her body. She bit one lip and spread her pussy, trying to entice him forward.
    Hayley started, hoping to interfere, but Svetlana went right along.
    “Excellent question. The Fertile Fucktoy model is guaranteed to get pregnant only when you want her to. The Breeding Beauty, in addition to what the Fertile Fucktoy offers, will guarantee a litter of children with every pregnancy.”
    “I see,” said Simon. His face had become even redder. Hayley saw the thick, hard outline of his cock in his pants press noticeably forward and slide against the khaki fabric.
    “Gosh, we don’t want that ,” said Hayley. “We don’t even want children.”
    Simon bristled at that. An old argument of theirs.
    “Well.” Svetlana smiled. “Just so you know, all our features are chemical. So, should you decide, later on, that you would like this feature or that feature, it’s just a matter of giving us a call, giving payment, and waiting for a delivery of a new treatment. Your maid, of course, will be delighted to take the treatment dutifully, until she’s just the way you want her. She lives to serve you, after all. After she tastes your sex, you will be imprinted upon her.”
    They continued down the line. There were many more options. Many seemed, to Hayley, just variations in hair color or breast size or height. Some had special skills: sexual proclivities like bondage training, domming in the bedroom, or stripping. But other skills were more germane to occupations: gardening, web design, mathematics—there was even a cage fighter!
    Finally they came to the end of the line. There were two almost identical tall, supermodel-esque beauties, their breasts somewhat smaller than the others, though just as obviously full of 44DD milk. Their hair, dark and shiny, slipped down to their waists, their eyes were bright and alive with seductive intelligence. They could have been