This is a “classic story that I have tweaked to fit in the current canon. Original version is from September 2015
Is this Spellbook Software? I think we have an account with you.
Yes, it is. May I have your account number?
They rattle off a number. I type it into the account database. Eastern Oklahoma Hotel and Motel Owners Association. The hell? I’ve never had an thing to do with them. Oh. I see, one of the accounts that got set up for free back when The Torture Chanel was just starting up. This might be a bit dicey. A lot of those accounts are just freaking strange.
What can I do for you?
Well, “Slow Inn” in Weald just called us. Seem they had a jumper. Left with out paying.
That’s not the sort of business we do, we buy and sell woman and teen girls as slaves.
Oh, we know that. He left a woman in the room. Tied up, blindfolded in the closet. The Weald police says she’s not listed as a kidnapped woman, so they think she was traveling with him. Can you come out and do that conversion for debt thing?
Isn’t Weald way the hell out on Grand Lake?
Yeah, but it’s right up the turnpike from Eastlake. Only 90 minutes or so. Let me send you a pic of the girl.
My phone dings while I’m checking routes to Weald. “90 minutes of so” means a little over 2 hours, at best. I check the photo sent. Might as well, I’ve driven farther for less.
OK Someone be out in a few hours. Where is she going to be?
Well, after the police checked her out, the put her back in the closet, so she will be at the Slow Inn
Evan, got a pick up for you. Sorry, it’s out of town
OK Mr West, where is it?
Weald
Ouch, that is out of town
In case you ever are in Eastlake, all the major roads leaving the town, and a couple of the ring roads are turnpikes. This is not the case of the capital city. There is more than a little heartburn about this by Eastlakers talking to OKC folk. The Eastlake to Missouri turnpike has the largest McBurgers in the world. Even bigger than the one in Moscow. This should tell you something about this highway.
Completely true by the way, if you change the names to the real world names. Just a fun fact. Has nothing to do with the story line. It’s in the same town as the Oklahoma insane asylum, where the criminally insane go. That might enter the story line. Maybe.
I avoid the siren’s call of the McBurgers and find my way to the Slow Inn in Weald, Oklahoma. It’s right on the lake. There is a classic mom and pop sort of motel. Their is a BBQ place next to them. Sort of nice to see one that has pig and cows on the sign, not women. While the White Slave Act of 2000 is 24 years old, it’s still a big city sort of thing, more or less.
The on duty manager in the Slow Inn must have been waiting on me. “Are you from that slaver company?”
Yes, I’m from Spellbook Software.
Well let me take you to get Tracy.
Who is Tracy?
Tracy Smith, the girl that got left behind. The police checked her records, and are sure she’s not a kidnapped girl, so she’s part of Abel Duncan’s assets, being as how she was traveling with him. She keep saying he’ll be back and this all a mistake, but it’s been well over 24 hours now. We’ve tried calling the number he gave us, but after the 1st call, we get the “you have been blocked” number. I don’t think he coming back for her.
Well, if she thinks he’s going to be back as her only defense, yeah, she’s a female asset, depending on the contract he signed. “Look, before we get to far along here, let me see the room contract Mr. Duncan signed.”
The manager spends way more time going through paper work than I would have thought it would take for a motel of this size. He finally hands me one. It’s a standard post 2009 boilerplate hotel/motel room contract that, does, in fact list “free females traveling with the undersigned” as possible assets. “Good thing you are using a post 2009 contract form, otherwise this would be a waste of time“.
Yeah, the Owners Association told us then that we should use the new room contract, just in case.
Well, follow me.
I do. Tracy I find with her arms tied over her head to the closet rode, blindfolded with a white blindfold on, and her panties around her ankles. “The police put her back like this?“.
Well, yeah, that’s how they found her.
This says something about the Weald police force. What, I’m not sure, but is says something. Because she more or less in the right position for an auto-grader app to work on, I aim my smart phone at her a fire up the app, making sure to check the “legs not fully visible” option. Comes back with a B+ rating. Checking the state spot market for slaves of unknown skills with a B+ rating she’s valued at just shy of $750, plus the $250 tax fee. That means I’ll offer them $350 to start with, then go as high as $400. Less than that, assuming she doesn’t have a high value skill and I’m losing money.
Then it dawns on me who I’m dealing with. While I’m going to go out of my way to rip off a motel owner, I’m damn sure not going to give them a windfall. And to be brutal about it the mom-n-pop hotel/motels are the worse about over charge/under service. Let’s see what I can do based on the actual debt owed, not the possible value of the collateral.
“So, how much is the room rate due?”
$75.00, plus tax, plus some stuff on the mini bar. Comes to 98 even.
OK, I’ll cover that in exchange for Tracy. Do you need to get approval from your boss for this?
Nope, they said this was my problem, because I’m the one that didn’t get a card read from him first. You’re paying cash, right? Otherwise I have to deal with credit cards and that’s a hassle when the machine is down.
I pull a hundred out of my wallet “Keep the two bucks.”
As I’m leading Tracy out to the van, a couple of guys come out of the BBQ place.
“So, is that the girl that got used to pay the room rate?”
Sure is. Why, you in the market?
Well, maybe. We haven’t ever done a long pig, and might like to try it, if the price is right.
Well, I can let you have her for $750, but there is also a $250 federal tax so a grand walk way price.
A grand? Hell, that’s less than a whole hog, assuming you get a organic one. Yeah, we’ll take her.
You understand she Grade B
What does that mean?
Short version? Not super hot. That seems to matter a lot to people buying slave to spit roast. Part of the whole experience is watching her get spitted and like that.
That matters? Hell that explains why every time we look into the long pig market prices seem so way out of line. I’ve assumed that the “meat rating” was based on, you know meat, not what the, ah, livestock, looked like. Explains a lot. Well, hell that doesn’t matter to us, we’re just going to butcher her like a hog and put her in the smoker. We don’t do whole hog spit roasts, least wise not ones bigger than 20 lb or so. Not much money in those around here. Let me go get some money out of the cash box and well be done.
Well, that was easy. I suspect the boss would rather have cash in hand rather than yet another grade B slave.