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Subject: {ASSM} Lesbian White Slaver Part 2
Date: Wed,  6 Jun 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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Considering my father's lifestyle it was rather ironic to hold his
funeral in a church.  Father McEwen, oblivious to how futile his job
was, tried valiantly to grease the skids into heaven for my dearly
departed dad, mouthing platitude after platitude.  If I paid any
further attention to his bullshit I was going to either throw up or
shout out the truth - that my father Alexander Holden Worthington was
a Republican and a white slaver who had shattered the lives of
countless young women.  There was no final salvation for the man.  He
was consigned to Hell. But since I was taking over the family business
that would be rather counterproductive; so instead I looked past my
escort, Tawny and surveyed the assembled mourners.
 	The funeral was much more attended than I had planned for (Damn, I
was going to have to shell out a few more bucks of dad's estate on
food and booze for his wake!).  Much to my surprise was the attendance
of quite a few beautiful women who were attached to well dressed older
men's arms like expensive jewelry.  I surmised a great number of these
mourners were both my father's customers and his product.
	As they tossed the first round of dirt on my father's coffin, a slimy
looking weasel (resembling George Bush minus the look of absolute
stupidity of the energy business's puppet dictator) in an Armani suit
approached Tawny and me.
	"Your father was a great man who has left a great and terrible void,"
he stated while staring right through my tasteful Chanel black dress
at my breasts.
	"My father was an evil son of a bitch," I corrected him, "however you
can rest assured there is no void."
	"But his business..."
	"Is staying within the family," I interrupted him.
	"Are you aware of the scope of your father's business interests?" the
man clearly didn't believe women should penetrate the business' glass
curtain.
	I grabbed Tawny by her collar and spun her around in front of me to
face the man,  "Yes I am."
	He stared, or maybe I should say, drooled as my father's former toy
swooned against her new Mistress.  "Perhaps we might talk business.  I
am interested in acquiring some product of the superior quality your
father sold."
	"Something new, or something used?" I asked, caressing Tawny - who
seemed alarmed that I may be considering disposing of her.
	"Something beautiful and well trained is all I ask."
	"Perhaps someday you can come to our showroom some time where we
might be less inhibited in our discussions." I suggested, "but first I
must check your references."

	His references were impeccable.  He had earned his money the old
fashion way, inheriting his father's tobacco fortune - and then
invested heavily in both oil and Bush's coup d'etat against the
American people.  He was evil personified - a bottom feeding parasite
- who had spread his fair share of misery upon the world - in other
words a perfect customer.
	Two days later Tawny escorted Herbert Reynolds him into our showroom.
	To put our potential customer at ease I had Bambi, the former Sally
Estep attend to his personal needs.  This was to be Bambi's debut
performance - and I had to insure she did nothing to embarrass me or
denigrate my company's tradition of pride in product.  Consequently I
had sparsely dressed her in a pair of six inch stiletto Manolo Blahnik
heels, a garter belt and a supercharged electric bark collar, similar
to the one sadists put around their dogs to prevent them from barking,
around her neck.
	"Unzip Mr. Reynolds and pleasure him while we discuss business," I
ordered.
	Unfortunately for her Bambi was not the brightest bulb on the planet
and when she hesitated for a moment I found it necessary to press the
button on my remote control.  She writhed a moment and a trickle of
pee ran down her leg, but to her credit she eagerly fell to he knees
and went to work extracting Mr. Reynolds' cock... which wasn't the
easiest job since he was rather poorly endowed...maybe three inches or
so...the guy probably drove a Porsche or a Ferrari.  But cock size
isn't anywhere near as important as bank account size in my book...
and Reynolds was loaded.
	"What are you looking to acquire, Herbert?" 
	"Ah, something like this girl, but I rather like bigger breasts."
	"Easy enough modifications.  We can have breasts installed to your
specifications.  What size would you like?"
	"Something significant.  I want my associates to look at her with
envy.  Something bigger than your girl there," he pointed at Tawny
whose breasts were already nothing short of massive.
	"Not a problem.  Do you like this girl otherwise?"
	"Well to tell the truth I'd like someone a little bit more
enthusiastic," he said as he tried to fuck the slave's face.
	I debated about increasing Bambi's enthusiasm by administering
another shock, but as she was conjoined to Mr. Reynolds' groin, the
electrical charge would pass through her body into his - which would
be amusing and deserved - but would not be conducive to closing the
deal.   So instead I reached for the whip I kept attached to my belt
and gave her a few stripes.
	Her enthusiasm for her task mounted.
	And Reynolds came immediately.
	"She might do," he said as he regained his composure, "but I was
wondering if you did custom work."
	"It's our specialty, but of course it costs slightly extra.  Who do
you have in mind?"
	"My business partner has a eighteen year old daughter, Chrystal.  I
want her badly... and I want to humiliate her, and her entire family."
	He went into detail concerning his partner's daughter.  She was
beautiful, spoiled and had rejected Herbert's advances.  In fact she
had not only spurned him but had also succeeded in poisoning the trust
between Herbert and her father - so much that Chrystal's father was
now engaged in an audit of the company's books - which was something
Mr. Reynolds was not too keen upon.  Yes, Reynolds was a real scumbag,
Republican through and through... and his contempt for society was
intoxicating... so much so that I had Bambi come squat in front of me
while we finished our discussions.
	We negotiated while Bambi's tongue played a symphony on my clitoris. 
The negotiations were brief and very satisfying.  I came within
seconds, but to this day I'm not sure whether it was Bambi's well
practiced tongue or the figure we settled on - ten million dollars.


   To be continued

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