Steve stood, his muscular posture erect in the white, terry-cloth robe that draped over his solid frame. He strode in large steps from his dressing ensemble over to a tier of electronic controls. The controls were inset in a panel at the head of a ottoman settee upon which he reclined. He picked up a remote control from an end table and pressed an audio feed and said, "Hi you guys, how's everything going in there?"

In front of Steve, two persons' images were projected upon a large, center monitor that was flanked by smaller monitors. The figures started slightly, acknowledging that they heard his voice on the audio feed into their quarters in another part of the compound.

"Beautifully, darling, we're waiting for you. Are you coming down? Susan and I are having a bit of fun. Aren't we, honey," Lynn giggled.

"Uh huh," murmured a small feminine voice from the younger girl reclined in Lynn's lap.

On the large monitor Steve gazed at the tableau. Lynn, his "social assistant", was partially submerged almost to her navel in a spacious, marble hot tub. The girl leaning closely into Lynn was Susan, the latest girl to become one of Models' Inc.'s young models.

Models' Inc. was the name of one of the companies Steve controlled, and certainly the one that provided him with the most pleasant diversions from his other businesses.

"Relax and enjoy yourselves and I'll be down in a while," Steve instructed the girls over the audio line.

Steve manipulated the remote camera to zoom in on the two girls. Lynn, 17, was brunette, her luxuriant hair tied up with wisps streaming into her face and down onto her large chest. Her opulent breasts, nipples erect, glowed from the swimming light illuminating them from the water below. The firm, upthrust breasts were large, much too large, it would appear, to belong on such a slender, young girl.