The Dating Game - Chapter 2

 

Created Sunday, January 13, 2008
Last Updated Sunday, January 13, 2008


 

 
In Which Diana gives some personal details
At seven PM Diana sat waiting for her appointment in the rathersumptuous foyer of "Soul Mates" She idly flicked through a magazinewhile her well trained eyes scanned the room looking for anything outof the ordinary. She found nothing. The petite blonde receptionistlooked over at her and gave her best professional smile.

"Miss Prince. Mr. Cameron is ready to see you now."

Diana smiled back and stood up.

"Through the door, first office on the left."

The receptionist gave her another glowing smile pressing a buzzer to activate the door lock allowing Diana to walk through it.

Diana gave the receptionist her best shy girls smile and pushed onthe door. She entered a short corridor with one door on the right, oneon the left and another one straight ahead. Following the receptionistinstructions Diana knocked gently on the correct door and meekly stuckher head around it as she slowly opened it.

"Ah Miss Prince I presume."

Diana nodded. A balding plain looking man in his forties stood upfrom behind a desk and pointed to a seat with another professionalsmile. So far thought Diana nothing odd about this at all. She sat downand watched as the man followed suit.

"I think we can assume this is your first time Miss Prince."

Diana nodded shyly.

"Though why an attractive young lady as you should need our services I cannot imagine."

Diana managed a blush.

"Hmm I can see that you are quite shy. I shall try to make this as painless as possible."

The man pressed a button and Diana gasped as a small monitor raised itself from the desk.

"Nothing to worry about my dear. Just a questionnaire for you tofill out. It's an interactive touch screen. Quite confidential. I won'teven be in the room when you fill it out. When you have finished pressthe red button in the corner of the screen and I'll come back we canget on with stage2."

Diana smiled. The man stood up and exited through a second door.Diana looked around her. Apart from the desk and two chairs there wasnothing. Not even a drawer to rifle through. She turned back to thescreen and began to answer the questions.

There was nothing odd about the question either. The first sectionwas name, age, height etc. The second was career details. Diana statedthat she worked for the government. They wanted details of her incomeagain no surprise. She guessed they would vet her details but as shehad told the truth that would not be a problem. The truth was alwaysthe best cover story anyway.

Then came a series of questions about hobbies and interests, what sortof food she like and the question went on and on until she felt theyknew almost as much about her as she did herself. Apart from oneimportant fact of course. Super heroines don't go to dating agencies.She stifled a giggle and continued on with the questions.

Unknown to Diana she was being monitored the whole time. not onlywas the room under surveillance but every time she answered a questionit was flashed up on another monitor in another room and theconversation had she been able to hear it would have sounded very oddindeed.


"What do you think about this one?"

"She fits the profile."

"But?"

"Well not sure about the age thing."

"Hey women lie about their ages all the time."

"Sure they do."

"You checked her out yet?"

One of the men hit a button on another screen.

"Here it is. Looks like she's kosher. All checks out. She's on the level. Except for the age."

"Are we that bothered?"

"Not if we can find a client."

"So what do you think?"

"SHIT!"

"What is it?"

"She put here she's a virgin."

"Get outta here!"

"No look, No sexual history."

"Maybe she's lying about that too."

"Maybe, but if she's not her value will hit the roof."

"So do we proceed?"

"We'll take it slowly with this one. I've just got a naggin feeling."

"What sort of feeling?"

"That cop sort of feeling."

"Naw, she came alone and she transmitter scan was negative so she's not wired."

"Still there is something."

"So do we forget it?"

"NO not if she's a fucking Virgin."

"So how do we proceed?"

"Go back in their and take her to stage two. We'll give her a level one treatment and take it from there."

"OK. You ready for her in back?

"Of course."