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Subject: {ASSM} I talk with Lilly [BDSM, WSA2000, nosex]
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This story is set in the White Slave Act of 2000 universe More stories set
in the WSA2000 universe can be found at http://www.darkeroticfiction.com

   Copyright 2006 DarkEroticFiction.com All Rights Reserved This story may
be posted on web sites and on line forums as long as this header remains
intact and no changes are made to the text of the story.

   I'm looking over my books, or the reports that Lilly has made, to be
accurate.  Seems like we are going along just fine, in fact doing better
than fine.  Lilly comes into the office with a sheet of paper in her hand.
"Remember those spit muffin wannabees that came in last week to be graded?

   "I do.  As I recall Josh talked two into a conditional conversion, based
on some one wanted their exact body type.  Let me guess, you have a buyer
for them."

   "Well, of course.  Had that the day they signed up.  They both ride the
spit come the 10th of next month, but that's not what I have here.  it
seems that Dutch Hall Girls School wants to have us grade their whole
senior class, plus do a sex skill test on them.  And they want us to come
up with a firm bid price for each one of them, which they will send to
their parents or legal guardians."

   I looked up at her.  "Dutch Hall?  Why in the hell would a school that
cost $20,000 a year want to do that?  How many are we talking here?"

   Lilly looked at her notes "Looks like 26.  I quoted them a price of 400
each for the tests.  They didn't blink, We are set for next week, if that's
OK with you."

   "Works for me.  That's what, a hair over 9000 for an afternoons work? 
Yeah, I think we can do that."

   She looked at her notes, "Well, it a hair under 9000, unless we sell at
least one of them to Hill's within 24 hours of the grading.  Hill is
charging 25 for a grading now, and S&F charges 36 each, if you are doing
more than 10."

   Time for me to be confused again.  "If it's only 60 or so to have them
tested, why didn't the school just call Hill's and S&F?"

   Lilly picked up a state slave board mailing off the in box pile and
handed it to me.  "You really should read your mail more often." I took it
from her, and noticed that it was 1) only two days old and 2) still sealed.
"OK, how do you know what's in this?"

   Lilly looks down at her feet, then looks up at me.  "Well, there is a
lot about "Lilly's Book Balancing" you don't know."

   I point to a chair.  "Sit.  Talk.  Now."

   She sat.  "I told you that my company had sold a few slaves as part of
estate sales You assumed, and I didn't correct you, that the company in
question was what is now 'Jones, Schultz and Freeman Inc.'.  It wasn't.  It
was 'Lilly Book Balancing, LLC' I've had a slavers license almost as long
as you have.  I get all the mailings.  After I was enslaved, I called the
girl that acted as my part time 'office manager' and told her to start
working full time, and to email me the work she can't do.  I do most of it
each night on.  Around the first of the year, I hired an other person to
work, just to take SINO and family conversions.  We don't touch PPC or
anything other than family conversions that return ownership to the
requesters.  Any other type of conversion gets sent to you.  Hell, there
have been some I've handle in both companies."

   She signed.  "I almost wish I hadn't given up smoking now.  I could use
something." I stood up and went to the liquor cabinet.  "Would a Gin and
Tonic work?" She looked surprised "Yeah, it would." I mixed the drinks,
then intercoms Ingrid.  "Ingrid, please put the phones on forward to voice
mail and close up the shop.  Take the afternoon off.  If you want to go to
the country club or what ever, go for it.  I'll set your collar for 24
hours and 50 miles.  Try not have your head blown off, but be back in the
morning.  Take 200 out of petty cash."

   I fired up my instant messenger program and pinged Wendy.  Once she
replied, I asked her if it would be possible to have 'technical issues'
with the camera in my office, or did I need to really pull the plug on it,
because my office was going to be off the air for some time, one way or the
other.  She told me to wait 5 minutes, then to check it.  If it was still
live, pull the net connection for it on the router.

   I turned to Lilly and said "Wait about 5 minutes, then we will finish
this conversation, however do tell what was in the mailing."

   She looked blank for a second.  I tapped the still unopened mail from
the state board.  She shook her head, "Oh, yeah, some major changes in the
state regulations.  The one that directly impacts us in this school case is
that both sex test and meat grading can only be done under the supervision
of a licensed slaver and only by some one licensed in the test in question.
Seems that some guys had started claiming that they were doing "sex tests"
and after 3 sex acts enslaving the woman they were 'testing'.  One of the
neoabolitionists groups got them to pass a rule about that so the women
being tested knows that she might be enslaved.  This was the compromise
bill, The original one would have outlawed sex test on free women.  The
meat grading was tossed in as a semi-after thought." She sort of snorted.
"Figures.  The abolitionists try and stop an enslavement trap and end up
creating a revenue stream for slavers.  You ought to send them a thank you
letter.  The other thing mentioned was that enslaving authorities will need
to change their sales system, to regularize prices.  I suspect that is
going to be a big deal in the near future"

   I checked the web cam.  The office camera was displaying a "Out of
order" graphic.

   "OK, were off the tape now, more or less.  Let me start with I watched
you thing with Rita last night, which, buy the way, was hot.  However that
made me think why you, not Ingrid was doing the punishing.  So, I ran the
files back looking for you and Ingrid together, and low and behold, I find
you telling Ingrid I told you to torture Rita, when you and I know I did no
such thing.  So, this afternoon, I was thinking about you and what you have
done for me.  Your too damn smart to really be a slave.  I'm surprised you
haven't found the over ride codes for the collars yet.  And then I find you
have an income stream on the out side, one that seems rather profitable at
that.  I've been wanting to do something about you for a while, but now I'm
going to give you a choice, you choose one of three options

   First, you can volunteer to ride the spit with those meat sticks you
tricked into volunteering.  Second, You can let Rita have control of you
like you had control of her, but for a full week, not just a night or
Third, you can assign me 51% of your LLC.  What's it going to be?  You have
15 seconds."

   She barley blinked, "You can have the stock."

   I thought she would choose that.  What she didn't know is that I did
know something about her little business and had drawn up a contract awhile
ago.  She must have forgotten that she sort of tipped her hand when she
bought and sold Jezebel.  I slid the papers over to her.  She picked them
up and started reading.  The first was a transfer of assets from Spellbook
Slave and Games, Inc.  to Lilly's Book Balancing LLC, which was conditional
on a stock transfer from her LLC to my company.  Her eyes widened when she
realized that the asset in question was her.  She frowned a bit when she
read the bit that specified that the assets could not be transfered again,
or freed for at least 5 year.  She waited a second, Then she signed the
first paper.  She then started reading the second one.  Once she hit the
important part, she stopped and set the papers down.  "This is for
non-voting stock."

   I smiled at her.  "That's right, I just get the money, but don't have
any thing to say about the running of the company.  However, if you read
the next part there, for 5 million dollars, I can convert the non-voting
stock to voting stock."

   She looked up at me.  But you just transfered me to this other company.
Which I own the controlling stock in.  This is for non-voting stock."

   I smiled at her.  "That's right, I just get the money, but don't have
any thing to say about the running of the company.  However, if you read
the next part there, for 5 million dollars, I can convert the non-voting
stock to voting stock."

   She looked up at me.  "But you just transfered me to my company.  And
your not taking control of it.  And I know you don't have 5 mil in
disposable assets."

   I tapped the paper.  "One, your starting to blither, and two, if you
don't sign the stock transfer, the asset transfer doesn't take place."

   She set the paper down and signed, then kicked back.  I motioned to her
"Come here please, unless you want to keep that collar on." She all but
jumped to me.  I punched in the code to remove her collar.  "Well, your not
exactly free, but you as close as your going to get for a while.  But if
you really piss me off I can always take control of your company, granted
paying 5 million for one slave is a bit harsh." 

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