Chapter Seven
Preparations
“Good evening.”
“Kon-ban wa.”
“I am pleased to see you, sir.”
“Oaidekite kouei desu.”
“I am very sorry, sir.”
“Moushiwake gozaimasen.”
The voices of six exquisitely attractive, young women echoed in the small room. They were sitting cross-legged on the floor in a small circle, naked, their arms confined behind them. They all wore leather collars and bracelets around their wrists and ankles. They were repeating their lessons in Japanese for the day.
“May I serve you?”
“Otetsudai shimashouka?”
Janice struggled to pronounce the simple phrases. She knew that she had to get it right. Her trainer would ask her to repeat them later and she would be beaten for any mistakes.
It was three weeks since Janice had stepped into the fateful limousine and been driven
