“Hello and thank you for calling Spellbook Slaves. How can I help you today”
“I’ve got my wife in some light duct tape bondage right now, but she’s going to be able to get free soon, I’d like to sell her to you ASAP.”
“We can do that, please give me your address and I’ll send some one to get her.”
“Why thank you”.
“I’m going to send John to do the pick up. Do you want cash or a loaded debit card for her?” Based on your photo she looks to be worth about $1500″
“A debit card will be fine. How long will it be?”
“I’m sending him now, can I get the address?”
“3845 S Lewis”
“John! Got a possible problem pick up for you. Please go to 3845 S Lewis and take the wife. Once you have her, let me know and I’ll transfer funds to the card.”
“Hello, can I turn my self in here?”
“Well that depends on what you are wanting to turn your self in for.”
“I’ve heard that if you are a slave you can’t be charged with a crime that you did before you were a slave”
“That depends on the crime, but in general yeah. Care to tell me what you did? I can tell you being converted will help or not that way.”
“I stole some money from my work. Not a lot, just a couple of thousand, but they are doing an audit next week and they might find out that I did it. The last time they found some one stealing from them they called the cops, had her arrested, bought her when the courts converted her and spit roasted her for a company picnic. I don’t want that to happen to me”
“Was it stocks or bonds you stole? Makes a difference because securities are covered by the feds and they don’t care about your status.”
“No, just money…”
“That’s a state matter then and grand theft is one of the things covered by “Slaves can’t be tried for their actions as a free women” clause.
“Well then I’d like to become a slave…”
“I’d like to sell you my girlfriend…”
This kid didn’t look old enough to have a girl friend, much less one that was old enough to convert. “Can I see some ID, and proof that you are a person of personal contact with your ‘Girl Friend'”. He digs out his wallet and shows me his learner’s permit. He’s legal alright.
“I’ve got a bunch of photos of Amber giving me head on my phone, will that do?”
“Assuming 3 in the last 30 days, yes that will do.” He brings out his phone and shows me a dozen or so shots of her giving head. Of the dozen at least 3 show both her face and his, enough to indicate he was a PPC with the girl. “Yeah, that will, do, assuming no other issues with her.”
“OK great, I’ll bring her by this after noon.”
<Later that day>
“This is the place that Coach Watson wanted me to check out. Come in with me, ‘this will only take a second”
“This is a slave place, why would the coach send you here?”
“They sell stuff I might need”
“Just come in with me”
The walk up to the desk. She looks to be of age, but I’ll check that later.
“This is Amber, I talked about her with you earlier today”
“Yes, I recognize her from your photos. Still want to sell her?”
“Sell me! You can’t do that we are too young.”
“Well, let’s see about that. Let me see your ID miss”
Amber hands over her license. She’s legal, if just barely. I set her license down “Well, in some states you might be too young, but here in Oklahoma, you are legal for conversions”
“Meric you said you loved me, why are you doing this?”
“Coach Watson wants us to convert our girl friends so as to make us ‘Real Men’. All the team will be doing it before the first game. The coach says he has some thing special in mind if we win that game, but we have to convert our girl friends first.”
“And you do what ever that pig of a coach tells you to do?”
“Don’t do this, I’ll blow you every day, just don’t do this because your coach tells you to. Please, I’m begging you, I thought you loved me…”
“Well, every morning before school?”
I could tell that Meric was starting to give in. Need to push him towards converting her. “Sir, if I might speak with you in private…” I lean forward to speak to the boy and as I do so I trigger the door lock. She’s not running out of here until we resolve this. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that the Eastlake school system is making some sweeping changes to their student conversion policy, to take effect on the 22nd. Do you know what status Amber’s parents have given her? Or will give her? It would be a shame for you to not convert her like your coach wants and she gets converted because of a school policy. Not to mention the cash you would get if you converted her today”
What I didn’t tell him was that I already had a buyer in mind for Amber, Coach Watson had called in earlier today about his players might be bringing in their girl friends “And fuck toys”, to use his term. I was expecting older, but what ever. What I’m not telling Meric is how much Amber is worth, so I can let him “haggle” me up to a higher price.
“Please Meric, don’t do this. I’ve got more to offer to you than Coach Watson does”
I look at Meric “You think she’s going to get you in to college? Most of Coach Watson players get some sort of scholarship. Just saying.”
Meric looks at Amber, then back to me “How much is she worth to you”
I look at her. She’s worth 2 grand easy. “How does $600 sound to you?”\
MERIC YOU CANT DO THIS. I LOVE YOU! YOU CAN’T JUST SELL ME OFF!!
“Miss I’m warning you another such out burst and I will be forced to take action against you. A qualified person of personal contact has requested your conversion and is in negotiations for your conversion. By law I am now allowed to apply what ever level of non lethal force I need. Now Be Silent.”
I turn back to Meric. “How does nine hundred work for you?”
“How about we say a grand even. Cash money”
As we conclude the negotiations Amber turns and starts to run towards the door, not knowing that it was locked. I pull out my taser and fire it at her. She goes down like a ton of bricks. I push the button a couple more times, she twitches but is out for the count. “Would you mind putting her in the holding cage while I get your money sir?”
“Hello, this is Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you today?”
“This is Connie Norris with Norris’s House Painting and I need to rent a slave or two for a big rush job I’ve got. You got any that might be able to use a roller on a stick?”
We don’t get many calls for renting slaves, but it is something we do. “Yeah, I’ve got a few that might work for you. Rental rates are one hundred per day, but if she is not in the same or better condition when you return her, or you keep her for more than two weeks your card will be charged the full amount for the slave.
“That sounds like a deal. I’ll be by to pick her up in a few hours.”
“That’s fine, we are open 24 hours and the time you pick her up is the time she needs to be returned by, for day count reasons.”