Chapter 2 002

SCOTT

I was mostly listening to the music as I drove, but it wasn't so loud I couldn't hear my former slaves talking in the back seat. Their getting wet comment didn't escape my notice, nor did many of the other comments they made regarding the nature of their recently ended slavery. It sounded as if they still wished to be sex slaves and would welcome the opportunity to become one again.

Both of them said they understood why it couldn't continue, but sounded as if they'd leap headlong into slavery if they could. Maybe I was doing the wrong thing once more, bringing them to Brianna's where they'd be surrounded by beautiful submissive slave girls as they'd once been. I almost thought of turning around and going back home, but no, I knew how much Julia was looking forward to seeing Zoe again and I did need the paperwork.

The drive seemed shorter than usual because I started to dread arriving and it always seems those things you want take forever to get here and the things you hate, are but an instant. We pulled into the gated compound and Zoe was waiting for us to arrive. She was naked, as most of Brianna's slaves were on the estate. Zoe's pregnancy was barely visible. If I didn't know about it, I could easily have missed it, a slight swelling of the abdomen. It would have been invisible under clothes. It wouldn't be long before Julia sported her own. I'd always liked Zoe and could have easily seen myself with her if she hadn't decided she was into girls. In a way, it was good she was because then I would never have met Julia and I couldn't imagine loving anyone more than I loved her.

"Hello, Scott, Julia. Welcome. I'm so glad to see you both again." She hugged us both. "And who might this be," Zoe said, indicating Lisa.

"This is our friend and neighbor, Lisa McManus," Julia replied.

"Lisa, I'm pleased to meet you. Did they warn you we were primarily nude here most of the time? I can put on clothes if you'd be more comfortable that way?" Zoe said, taking her hand.

"Julia told me you were a submissive to your employer, so I suspected there would be attire indicative of that. You don't have to put on clothes for me. I just came out of two weeks of sex slavery myself. Julia and I were submissive to Scott. It ended yesterday."

"Scott, you dog. You told me about Julia's slavery, not that you had another slave as well."

"It was ending," I said. "Didn't seem relevant for a short conversation."

She turned to Julia. "Does this mean you and Lisa have had sex together?"

Julia blushed. "It does."

"Did you enjoy your walk on the other side of the street?"

"I didn't hate it," Julia admitted. "It was just part of my subservience. Being a slave makes you quite hungry for sex."

"Doesn't it though," Zoe laughed. "I'm horny all the time, and I swear my pregnancy makes it worse."

"That brings up an unexpected bit of news," I said. "Julia informed me yesterday I'm going to be a father."

"Really? How marvelous for you both." Zoe hugged us again, whispering congratulations in my ear. "Listen, why don't we get the business out of the way first, then we can catch up. I know I have a lot of questions, and I'm sure you do too. Let's go sit down at the dining room table. If you haven't eaten, I'm sure there's still something to be had, even if it's just fruit and pastries."

I was hungry. We hadn't eaten before we left nor stopped on the way. "Lead the way," I said.

Zoe led us to the dining room table. A gorgeous, caramel colored black woman was clearing some of the food away. She was naked as well.

"Bon jour, Monsieur, Maîtresses," she said upon seeing us. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, juice? I was making crepes today. I can make you some. I still have some batter left. Or we still have pastries and fruit; whatever you wish."

"Thank you...I'm sorry, your name is?"

"Chantelle, Monsieur."

"I'd love some crepes and coffee, Chantelle. Julia and Lisa, what would you like?"

"Have the crepes," Zoe suggested. "Chantelle is a world class chef. You won't be disappointed."

Lisa and Julia looked at one another and Julia said, "We'd both like the crepes as well, and some tea would be good for me." "Juice for me," Lisa said.

Chantelle nodded, saying "Very well," and disappeared in the kitchen.

Zoe started going over the paperwork. It was pretty straightforward. She told me to make sure I kept 51% of the company so I would always have control. No matter how much I liked and trusted Jerry, it was still my company and I should maintain it as such. Zoe had figured different prices for the company based upon how quickly Jerry purchased his shares as she said that unless there was a sudden crash in the housing market, my company was growing rather quickly and becoming more valuable over time. She calculated each percentage share as a portion of the expected value of the business. His 49% would be a lot cheaper to obtain if he purchased it all this year as opposed to chunk by chunk over the next several years. How much and when would be up to him.

Our discussion was interrupted when Chantelle returned with the crepes. The conversation died quickly.

"Oh my God," I said. "These things are heavenly. Thank you, Chantelle. They're melting on my tongue. What is it?"

"Smoked salmon and goat cheese crepes, Monsieur. They have a little garlic, baby spinach, red peppers, capers, and fresh dill is sprinkled on the top."

"Zoe wasn't kidding. You're a fantastic cook. I'm impressed. Are you Mistress Brianna's sex slave, too?"

"I used to be, Monsieur. I submit to Monsieur Sam now, and his wife, Marcia."