Unlisted Procedure.

     Scotch Bonnet was a man who belived in only two things, money and control. Unlike most men in a similar situation, Bonnet had been born and raised not in the lap of luxury the way the "Bush boys" or Trumpy had been, Bonnet was born in the crucible of Chelsea New York. The last of an Irish flat that belived in working double shifts at the docks, falling asleep in front of the TV with a bottle of whiskey that tasted like battery acid, and that "the kitchen" was going to the liberals and gays. Makes you wonder why red state America hated the Irish, they had so much in common.

     He sat now a black granite desk and genuine now extinct black rhino skin office chair. A glass of grey goose in his hand as he looked out the window from his office to the streets below. His clean and pressed Italian suit and crocodile skin loafers blending into the washed out black and grey color scheme of his office. "Another day Scotty boy, and your still above them all."

     He almost didn't hear his office door open as the girl for his afternoon interview had arrived. Aria was trying to look simultaneously confident and yet a bit scared, give him the impression of a helpless high schooler with just a bit of the sweet innocence left to lure him in, with confidence to land the bloated marlin. "Umm hello? I'm here for that interview." He turned to her, his blue eyes like cold steel.

     "Ahhh! You must be the new girl...Aroa Blades? Is it?" He never bothered learning their names...untill they showed potential.

     ''Aria Blaze, actually sir.'' She said correcting him, Her hands griping the bag tightly. Aria did wonder if what she was planning to do was worth the cost to her soul it would be, but the notion was shuffled away. She knew this man...had sent so many girls like her, promising them a life of fame and glamour, to a life too depraved and despicable to even talk about, and he'd almost sent the girl she loved like a dear sister, the only family she'd ever known, to a similar fate, he diserved the excruciating world of torment...well technically she planned on sending him too. Some people's souls are beyond mercy, beyond saving because the've been too far seduced by the lures of fame, money, power, that men like Scotch Bonnet was one of them.

      ''Oh...of course Ms. Blaze, my apologies to such a fine young woman such as yourself.'' he said with as much fakeness as his New York (or maybe Boston) accent. Aria knew the risks, men like him, she'd have to play it cool, get his trust. she did a little walk as if she was already on the catwalk to him, hips swaying like she was a starlet from the golden days of Hollywood mixed with modern flare that the boys go crazy over. Aria may have had attitude problems here and there, but she knew where and when to turn it off...to turn them on, if you got it flaunt it! as these little experiments of Celestia's so often said.

     ''I understand you're....looking for new...Talent, around here...correct?'' She asked rolling her tongue on her words like she maybe had a touch of Spanish in her, a soft purr in her voice, as she prepared to shed her tan trench coat and reveal what she had underneath, before her darker purpose.

     ''We are looking for models to pose for our burger commercials Ms. Blaze, Are you familiar with the one's Ms. Paris Hilton did For Carl Jr's.?'' he asked as images of sausages like oversized dicks sliding into gorgeous women's mouths. It briefly made him question his sexuallity, before he remembered to be professional on this. Villan and victim both realizing they'd need to dial it back a bit.

     ''I may have youtubed them now and again Mr. Bonnet, I must be honest with you, girl like myself doesn't watch TV much, I tend to spend my time making sure Ive got the looks and talent for a man such as yourself.'' She said her bell hat falling away.

     ''Ms. Blaze, While I appreciate the enthusiasm, please don't waste my time, I'm a very busy man.'' Bonnet said though he found her approach more than...enticing.

     ''Why Mr. Bonnet! I'm practically offended you'd think I'm doing such a thing.'' Said giving him a little pout as she stopped just a few feet from his desk.''

     ''Modeling isn't all fun and games Ms. Blaze, It's a very cutthroat world full of long hours and demanding...propositions, a far cry from the world of Disney princesses and sickly sweetness you may be used too.''

     ''I'm well away of what your world entiltes Mr. Bonnet, I wasn't raised to believe ''someday my prince will come.'' if you can believe it, I know that if a girl wants something...she has to work for it.'' She said letting her tan coat hit the floor. Aria had underneath it, a black catsuit made of tight, body hugging latex. The material hugged every curvaceous contor of her body as she sashayed her hips out and cocked them to the sides with her hands on her her head with a defiant pout. ''You like?'' she asked him. ''I only ask because of my current status as an amateur, not much beyond those headshots I sent. Girl like me only looking for something...entry level you know?'' She asked with her best double meanings as she watched his jaw practically hit the floor in awe at her performance, not aware of the dual purpose being vacuumed into skin tight latex could serve.

     ''I might be willing to say you more than made up for a lack of professional material Ms. Blaze, But I'm a difficult man to please.''

    ''Don't tell me you're gay Mr. Bonnet.'' she said pressing her luck to the limits.

      ''I never said THAT Ms. Blaze, It's not a matter of preference, it's a matter of...loyalty.'' He said rubbing his rock hard erection under his desk.

     ''What do I have to do Mr. Bonnet? I've already been vacuum sealed in skin tight latex like Micheal Phiffer in Batman Returns, I'm willing to do so much more,'' she said giving her chest a side to side sway for him.

      ''I don't know for sure just yet Ms. Blaze, I'm a man that has...connections. to branches of fame, money, and power beyond you're dreams.'' He said as he began to profusely sweat, almost through his armor Aria old girl, just make him crack and you'll have him.

     ''Mr. Bonnet, you could have a stash of weed in this room, and I'd sonner be dead before I say anything about it.'' Aria said as she bent over Bonnet's desk and striking a pose she'd seen in countless adds, bent over nice and submissively for him, hips cocked out, the latex showing off her hard nipples and contouring to the shape of her ass nicley, hell the man could swear he could see her clit in the shape of her outfit as she practically blew him with her half lidded eyes and sealed body.

   ''That's what I want to hear,'' he said as he opened a browser page on his computer, barleylegalslutabuse.com, the kind of website you bury your computer underground under after you visit it, then scrub your skin raw in the shower with bleach until you're white as mashed potatoes, if you're even a shred of a decent human being that is. Even if your soul cannot be cleaned. Aria looked to see a site on Mr. Bonnet's computer of young girls no older than Sonata or herself even (by human standards at least), being beaten, spanked, gang banged, and all sorts of degrading positions, too sick and demented to talk about, the only way Bonnet's site could be worse was if he included some grade A pedophilla with little girls in white dresses or necrophiles on the things she saw. Thank Celestia he wasn't THAT Depraved, but it wasn't enough to save his sorry ass.