I arrived by taxi to a warehouse area of the city on a Thursday evening around 9 PM. The driver looked at me a little strangely but took my money and drove off. I grabbed it, walked to the door of the nearest warehouse and knocked.Ī pretty girl in her early twenties opened the door. 'I.I'm here for the auction,' I stammered. The girl smiled, 'Ah, yes, Staci, we were told to expect you.
Come in please.' She held the door as I stepped past her into what looked like a normal office. We walked out another door, down a corridor. Several feet, turn.Through an open door I saw an unmistakable apparatus, an OB/GYN exam table complete with stirrups. 'Remove your clothes and shoes, put them in this bag,' she said, pointing. 'Put on this gown the doctor will be in soon.' She took my overnight bag with her as she left, pulling the door closed behind her.ĭoctor? Damn I thought I was going to a slave auction, not getting an exam! I was about to protest when the door closed. I HAD agreed to follow instructions after all. I undressed, pulled on the paper gown, and sat in the exam chair. In a few minutes the door opened and a man in his early forties came in.
