Continued from Sucking in the 70’s
1980-1990
The 80’s brought more bigger challenges for me. After winning Realtor or the year for 1977 1978 and 1979 I decided it was time to move up a little. By starting my own business leaving the big city of misery known as Memphis behind and concentrate more of my personal quest of revitalizing north Mississippi and beyond.
I leased a small office on the corner of Whorisville square. Just down from the courthouse and facing the department of agriculture office.
How ironic it was that I discovered my office was a former slave office itself.
It’s interesting that there is no way to escape slavery in these parts.
They left behind lots of records and pictures accounting ledgers and what not. Mostly dating back to the 40’s and 50’s.
Not much room for slaves in here, in the back was a small jail like cell with nothing but a bucket used for a toilet.
It still stunk like piss. We spent weeks cleaning the place up. Luckily Jack did most of the work being a construction guy himself he knows how to do most things. He remodeled the bathroom painted and put new flooring in. He demolished the slave cell and made me a small bedroom out of it so I could entertain men that I’d encounter without taking them home exposing my girls to them.
So in the end Cheryl worked the front desk for now. I had a private office beyond that. I used mostly billboard signs for my advertising along highway 51 and I-55 along with other highways in the vicinity also. I decided on the name Delta Reality as my company name My slogan was I can make your housing dreams come true.
I wound up using my drinking friends for my construction team and labor force. Sometimes when things really gets busy I’d call around to those temp agencies and arrange for some slave labor.
I was pleasantly surprised to see slave girls just wearing hard hats tool belts and steel toed boots. They even out worked lots of the men I had on the payroll.
Probably cause they wasn’t out drinking every night.
I eventually ended up with a residential division and a commercial division which focused mostly on apartment complexes and strip malls.
I also bought up 3 trailer parks and started a manufactured home business.
For those that don’t know that’s a fancy word for what a trailer is.
Cheryl always said we was on the ground floor of something big but I sure didn’t expect the explosive growth that came in the 80’s.
I’m sure this makes it sound like I’m getting the big head but I was getting more attention from men than I ever had before.
Probably because I had money coming in now and that always seems to influence men. Cheryl always warns me about that shit. By not letting a man get to close. Because as most of you ladies already know men are scum.
Yeah I’m gonna let success go to my head a little. Some times I like to reinvent my self a little by getting me a big 80’s perm and new dresses with them big shoulder pads in them. And I’ll always wear my biggest high heels with this look and I’ll let everyone know especially my competition that I’m the Bitch in charge! That includes the men out there also just so you know.
But then on top of all this I got to deal with my little demon child at home.
It was in the early 80’s that things was changing for Misty.
I started noticing my cigarettes was missing. I keep the cartons on top of the fridge and yeah I got a habit but not that big of a habit.
Miss one pack every now and then okay but when this problem comes up over a course of weeks. I know it’s not the cigarette company screwing me here.
So I go to Crystal.
“ Hey have you seen your sister smoking? “
She sort of just shook her head no. But I wasn’t convinced with that. I know how girls their age are nobody wants to snitch on the other plus as mean as Misty is I wouldn’t put it past her to hurt Crystal either.
So I set a little trap in my cigarette carton. And when I heard her scream with a rat trap hanging from her finger I ran into the kitchen with my belt and I tore her ass up.
Of course she puts up the argument that everyone else is doing it! Of course I’m included in that along with Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Jack.
And of course I’m driving around the neighborhood and I see the teenagers smoking while they’re waiting for the bus.
She’s not even made it to junior high yet and she’s smoking?
She’s in such a hurry to do what adults do. She’s not content with anything.
And right around the corner Junior high comes. Along with more changes that girls go through.
Misty’s body started to fill out faster than Crystals did her boobs got big her hips widened. And I saw boys looking at her the same way men looked at me. And honestly as a mom I didn’t like it!
Both Misty and Crystal were thrilled when Cheryl offered to take them shopping for school.
I always was quite thrifty for shopping for them. I
Shopped usually at the thrift store for most things. Cause if you look around lots of that stuff is new. Plus the girls are still growing they’ll just grow out of it before they wear anything out.
But Cheryl took them to the Memphis mall. And I really should have went with them to reign in some of the nonsense that they wanted.
They got home that night Misty got a perm she had makeup with glossy suck dick looking lip stick and raccoon eyes. Designer jeans so tight that she has to lay down to fasten them. Jelly shoes and high heeled pumps high heeled granny boots nylons with high cut bikini panties sexy bras and skimpy tops.
And I threw a fit when she walks in.
And I have to hear from Cheryl.
“ Deb this is the in look!…This is how all the teenagers are dressing! You need to get with the times! “
Crystal didn’t look like that she had some nice jeans a pair of stylish flats and an Ocean Pacific tee shirt. Plus she got her some tennis shoes and stuff to work out in.
“ Cheryl she’s got slut wrote all over her! She’s only 13! This is how a 25 year old looks! “
Cheryl thought I was over reacting but I didn’t think so. Especially when she went boy crazy about Greg that lives across the street.
Greg was a senior and was 18 he liked bringing his weight bench out onto the driveway to workout. Misty with binoculars from her bedroom would just watch him and drool all over herself.
Greg and his friends also had dirt bikes Misty begged me every weekend to let me let her go riding with them.
I’d tell her every time no! He was too old for her and she needs to get her mind on something else besides boys.
I for sure wasn’t ready for a knocked up teenage girl. And I know that’s what’s gonna happen if I don’t keep a short leash on her.
Things got worse in the months to come when I’d hire Greg to cut my grass and do some pruning for me.
I guess It’s also a little my fault to when I snuck him into my bedroom and let him fuck me.
Misty of course knew it and she accused me of steeling her man.
I let her know quick that he’s not her man he is an adult like I am and she’s not and adults can do those things.
So I also get accused of robbing the cradle. She doesn’t understand the difference between 18 and everything that’s younger. That is not okay.
A few weeks later we have another crisis.
Crystal comes to me.
“ Mom there is something wrong with Misty! She’s been bleeding! “
I jump up and rush to her room.
Yeah I know it’s probably her time but what I saw I wasn’t what I was expecting. The bed sheets was covered in blood.
Misty was crying.
“ What have you done to yourself? “
From under her blanket she pulls out one of my toys. I took it from her then hugged her.
“ It’ll be okay go take a bath. “
I told her she left the room and I just sat there on her bed and cried.
What else could I do? What else could I have said. My little girl was no longer a little girl she was fast growing into a woman and has a woman’s desire the same way as I do.
I then changed the sheets and poured myself a strong drink and pondered on finding a way to discuss these things with her without everything being a fight.
She’s so rebellious I was never nothing like her so I can’t understand or relate in any way to how she’s feeling.
My hope is that this is a moody teenage phase that she’ll grow out of.
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Re: Hot mom of the 80’s
Interesting start, and I love the fact that she's across the street from the former slave office and in a converted slave office. That's a great premise for a story! 
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I can’t believe the perks that came with my office. Especially during the summer months I get so wet and hot that I sort of loose control of myself and have to rub one out as I watch the tractor trailers pull out of Slave Alley and up onto the square. With them cage sided trailers so everyone can see the slaves naked bodies as the driver navigates the sharp turns around the square.
This always becomes an interesting topic of discussion with my clients. They’re here to discuss usually a place to live and a slave truck passes by and of course that topic has to be mentioned. Then for those new comer’s from other parts of the country of from other countries all together are completely blown away by it.
“ Wow! Them slaves are big business around here? “
Then others just catch themselves staring at the department of agriculture building.
Since after all it has such a dominant presence to it. Some will ask if they give tours?
I’ll usually just inform them that it’s a tax payer funded building so it’s open to the public. And I’ll watch them stroll over sometimes take out a camera and start taking pictures.
Sometimes I’ll even see women kneel next to the naked slave woman statue that’s out in front of the entrance. As if she’s imagining herself as a naked slave.
I had one client that just left my office and strolled inside few hours later I swore I saw her face with gagged mouth pass by on one of them trucks. I sort of dismissed it at the moment thinking I was just seeing things. Cause we all look totally different without our clothes.
The only identity a slave has after being stripped of her clothing is usually her numbers.
I never heard from that woman again almost as if she’d disappeared off the face of the earth.
Cable Tv.
Y’all remember what life was like before internet? Home computers and all this high tech shit we just can’t live without?
Back around during the early 80’s I jumped on the bandwagon like everyone else and got cable Tv.
It wasn’t anything special just basic with Showtime probably around 30 or 40 channels.
Back then we still had those big heavy TVs that sat in the floor and had a box on top of it with a slide thing that you slid back and forth to change the channel.
I sort of got into it especially late at night between movies on showtime they’d show these naked slaves doing aerobics.
That would get me pretty hot but then I’d get let down by some soft R rated porn usually from some European country that would show some tits and ass.
I’d get board with that shit and started changing the channels back and forth until I stumbled across the strip search network.
“ Oh Wow! “
I thought this might be worth the $30.00 a month I was gonna be paying for this shit!
But yeah it had just what I needed obnoxious arrogant men that forced women to take off there clothes usually in a jail scene or maybe the back room of a department store.
Of course they’d get fingered and fondled and last but not least they’d get thoroughly fucked. I’d get so turned on I’d have to get my toy and do myself. Sometimes I’d be so into it I wouldn’t notice Crystal coming in to the kitchen for a glass of milk.
“ Really mom? “
I’d be startled and embarrassed by her catching me in the act.
“ I was just um. “
Yeah there ain’t no good way to explain that awkward situation.
She’d usually just shake her head and walk away. I mean I’d usually start out in my robe then I’d come out of it right there in the living room usually in the M position in my recliner while feverishly working my toy.
A lot of times the curtains would be open to I’d wonder if passing cars might catch a glimpse of me?
But between the shows they would run commercials wanting models said top models would make big money.
I liked the sound of it. I had doubts though that I’d be a top model cause by this point I was in my 30’s with my mom body but I wasn’t ashamed of it either. I mean that’s the thrill of it for complete strangers to see you in your birthday suit.
So after a couple of weeks of thought I called the
1-800 number to get details. I thought for sure I’d have to travel to California since that’s usually where these types of movies are made.
But to my surprise I found out they used people from my area.
Learning that really got me hot. They use local people and people around here might recognize me and talk.
Yes I loved the thought of that I’d be a celebrity around here after this aired on Tv.
They said they’d mail me out a packet containing the forms and contract. I was supposed to mail a naked picture of myself in.
I didn’t have one so I used one of those photo booths at the mall. Though it was a slow time of day when I stepped into it I could still hear people talking as they passed by. I got out of my top and bra then dropped my pants and panties so technically I wasn’t completely naked being that I was still in my shoes with my pants and panties bunched around my ankles.
I know from watching the shows that wouldn’t pass for a strip search. It didn’t matter anyway cause the picture just showed from the waist up. So I hoped that would be good enough.
I mailed everything off.
A month later I got a response.
“ Congratulations you’ve been selected to participate in a strip search movie. “
So the show would have an epic of surprise to it the arrangements of my strip search was gonna be a secret from me.
So basically all I had to do was live life and wait for them to come for me.
This always becomes an interesting topic of discussion with my clients. They’re here to discuss usually a place to live and a slave truck passes by and of course that topic has to be mentioned. Then for those new comer’s from other parts of the country of from other countries all together are completely blown away by it.
“ Wow! Them slaves are big business around here? “
Then others just catch themselves staring at the department of agriculture building.
Since after all it has such a dominant presence to it. Some will ask if they give tours?
I’ll usually just inform them that it’s a tax payer funded building so it’s open to the public. And I’ll watch them stroll over sometimes take out a camera and start taking pictures.
Sometimes I’ll even see women kneel next to the naked slave woman statue that’s out in front of the entrance. As if she’s imagining herself as a naked slave.
I had one client that just left my office and strolled inside few hours later I swore I saw her face with gagged mouth pass by on one of them trucks. I sort of dismissed it at the moment thinking I was just seeing things. Cause we all look totally different without our clothes.
The only identity a slave has after being stripped of her clothing is usually her numbers.
I never heard from that woman again almost as if she’d disappeared off the face of the earth.
Cable Tv.
Y’all remember what life was like before internet? Home computers and all this high tech shit we just can’t live without?
Back around during the early 80’s I jumped on the bandwagon like everyone else and got cable Tv.
It wasn’t anything special just basic with Showtime probably around 30 or 40 channels.
Back then we still had those big heavy TVs that sat in the floor and had a box on top of it with a slide thing that you slid back and forth to change the channel.
I sort of got into it especially late at night between movies on showtime they’d show these naked slaves doing aerobics.
That would get me pretty hot but then I’d get let down by some soft R rated porn usually from some European country that would show some tits and ass.
I’d get board with that shit and started changing the channels back and forth until I stumbled across the strip search network.
“ Oh Wow! “
I thought this might be worth the $30.00 a month I was gonna be paying for this shit!
But yeah it had just what I needed obnoxious arrogant men that forced women to take off there clothes usually in a jail scene or maybe the back room of a department store.
Of course they’d get fingered and fondled and last but not least they’d get thoroughly fucked. I’d get so turned on I’d have to get my toy and do myself. Sometimes I’d be so into it I wouldn’t notice Crystal coming in to the kitchen for a glass of milk.
“ Really mom? “
I’d be startled and embarrassed by her catching me in the act.
“ I was just um. “
Yeah there ain’t no good way to explain that awkward situation.
She’d usually just shake her head and walk away. I mean I’d usually start out in my robe then I’d come out of it right there in the living room usually in the M position in my recliner while feverishly working my toy.
A lot of times the curtains would be open to I’d wonder if passing cars might catch a glimpse of me?
But between the shows they would run commercials wanting models said top models would make big money.
I liked the sound of it. I had doubts though that I’d be a top model cause by this point I was in my 30’s with my mom body but I wasn’t ashamed of it either. I mean that’s the thrill of it for complete strangers to see you in your birthday suit.
So after a couple of weeks of thought I called the
1-800 number to get details. I thought for sure I’d have to travel to California since that’s usually where these types of movies are made.
But to my surprise I found out they used people from my area.
Learning that really got me hot. They use local people and people around here might recognize me and talk.
Yes I loved the thought of that I’d be a celebrity around here after this aired on Tv.
They said they’d mail me out a packet containing the forms and contract. I was supposed to mail a naked picture of myself in.
I didn’t have one so I used one of those photo booths at the mall. Though it was a slow time of day when I stepped into it I could still hear people talking as they passed by. I got out of my top and bra then dropped my pants and panties so technically I wasn’t completely naked being that I was still in my shoes with my pants and panties bunched around my ankles.
I know from watching the shows that wouldn’t pass for a strip search. It didn’t matter anyway cause the picture just showed from the waist up. So I hoped that would be good enough.
I mailed everything off.
A month later I got a response.
“ Congratulations you’ve been selected to participate in a strip search movie. “
So the show would have an epic of surprise to it the arrangements of my strip search was gonna be a secret from me.
So basically all I had to do was live life and wait for them to come for me.
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I’ve got to admit I got excited when I got my confirmation letter. I for sure wanted to look my best. So I immediately made an appointment for getting my perm revamped along with a manicure and pedicure. Then of course a professionally done hot wax done on my cunt. Wanting it to be smooth and slick as I’m getting my holes checked for contraband.
Yeah I was excited and anxiously waiting and waiting and waiting. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned in to months. I assumed the details in logistics arrangements and what not had to be worked out but I didn’t expect it to take this long.
I did though have suspicious feelings though that I was being watched. I know stalked is such an ugly word but truthfully that’s the way it felt. I’d look behind me and see no one. But I know somebody is there. I’m a friendly person I like to be approachable especially for new men to just strike up a conversation with me. But whoever it is chooses not to.
After work I always go and have a few drinks. On one particular night I was followed all the way home. Yes it was creepy. I parked in my carport only to see the car sitting on the street in front of the house. I then went inside and peaked out the curtains to see the strange car slowly drive off.
Yes I believe I was being followed or stalked.
Even inside my home I felt it. It didn’t though change my behavior in any way. In some ways it even turned me on more.
Lots of evenings after my usual drinks with my friends I’d come home and strip everything off and just parade myself around the house naked and watch Tv naked with the curtains open. I could easily feel somebody was there. It made me so hot my slick cunt would almost be dripping.
I. Couldn’t swear to it but one night I thought I heard a man outside moan. As if he was jerking off to me.
I didn’t question the girls to see if they were picking up on anything odd.
They both did think though that I was odd by going around naked so much.
Both of them had spent nights at other friends houses and their parents didn’t do such things as I do. But in my view it’s my house and I’ll do as I please in it.
I watch my girls though they both hate there nakedness. From the bathroom they both will be rolled up in a tight towel and run to there rooms. Why they like that? I mean I’m their mother we’re all three women? It’s like shame or something that they are scared of.
Like I’ve said before all girls should be raised slave naked and they wouldn’t be scared of there on nakedness but nobody understands things like that.
It’s like it’s a taboo thought or something.
Yeah I was excited and anxiously waiting and waiting and waiting. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned in to months. I assumed the details in logistics arrangements and what not had to be worked out but I didn’t expect it to take this long.
I did though have suspicious feelings though that I was being watched. I know stalked is such an ugly word but truthfully that’s the way it felt. I’d look behind me and see no one. But I know somebody is there. I’m a friendly person I like to be approachable especially for new men to just strike up a conversation with me. But whoever it is chooses not to.
After work I always go and have a few drinks. On one particular night I was followed all the way home. Yes it was creepy. I parked in my carport only to see the car sitting on the street in front of the house. I then went inside and peaked out the curtains to see the strange car slowly drive off.
Yes I believe I was being followed or stalked.
Even inside my home I felt it. It didn’t though change my behavior in any way. In some ways it even turned me on more.
Lots of evenings after my usual drinks with my friends I’d come home and strip everything off and just parade myself around the house naked and watch Tv naked with the curtains open. I could easily feel somebody was there. It made me so hot my slick cunt would almost be dripping.
I. Couldn’t swear to it but one night I thought I heard a man outside moan. As if he was jerking off to me.
I didn’t question the girls to see if they were picking up on anything odd.
They both did think though that I was odd by going around naked so much.
Both of them had spent nights at other friends houses and their parents didn’t do such things as I do. But in my view it’s my house and I’ll do as I please in it.
I watch my girls though they both hate there nakedness. From the bathroom they both will be rolled up in a tight towel and run to there rooms. Why they like that? I mean I’m their mother we’re all three women? It’s like shame or something that they are scared of.
Like I’ve said before all girls should be raised slave naked and they wouldn’t be scared of there on nakedness but nobody understands things like that.
It’s like it’s a taboo thought or something.
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After so many weeks I pretty much had this fantasy dismissed from my mind as if I was doubting it was gonna happen.
So I was busy with my usual professional life. I’d have my girls up and out the door to catch the school bus by 7:15.
Then I’d get my turn with the bathroom showering then fixing my hair and makeup to perfection. I’ll then dress myself in my usually conservative but sexy business attire. Tight skirt thin white blouse sheer. Black stockings with my high heeled pumps.
Another cup of coffee two doughnuts for a quick breakfast then it’s off to the construction site. I’ll change into my steel toed work boots and white hard hat to browse around one of the homes being constructed with blueprints in hand I let the men know I know what I’m looking at.
“ The studs on that wall ain’t centered!…That one is a quarter inch off!…Redo it or your fired! “
Sometimes a woman has to act like a real bitch so men will take her seriously.
But for the most part it appears the project is coming together pretty good.
I’ll then change back into my heels and go open my office and prepare for my afternoon meeting with my investors.
You all don’t actually think I do all I do with just my money?…Hell no! I use other people’s money I’m treating about 15 men to a private all you can eat buffet down at that cheap Chinese place that hardly anybody ever eats at.
We’re all in a private dining area I’m standing at a podium and pointing to a drawing of what my next apartment complex community is gonna look like. Of course I got the figures down and am trying to sell them on what the projected profits are and what they all can expect in dividends.
My heart skips a beat when I see what I suspect is an officer walk in.
“ Shit!…Not now!…Why now after all these weeks? “
Yeah it was now time for my arrest and strip search.
I was though expecting better than what I was looking at you know you would expect a professionally dressed uniform man of law enforcement.
No this was a fucking kid? A teenage punk known as Billy. He’s one of those low paid boys that wrangle the slaves across the street at the slave office.
He’s got a state issued uniform top on with a badge but otherwise he’s in faded ripped jeans worn scuffed cowboy boots and a department of agriculture baseball cap with his long dirty blonde hair hanging down past his shoulders beneath it.
And of course he’s got that bottom lip bulging out with a big dip of snuff.
Yeah it was obvious that they use locals to play these rolls.
“ Mrs. Jones”
He said loudly interrupting my important presentation.
Everyone turned to look at him as he holds up this official piece of paper.
“ I’m officer Billy the big dick with the strip search network. I have a warrant for your arrest! “
Everyone in the room turned back to me for an explanation for this disgusting interruption.
“ Hey give me a minute to finish up please! “
“ Oh no Mrs. Jones I’m on the clock and my time is much to valuable to be wasted with your bull shit! “
I was deeply offended by his tone referring to my project as bull shit? I mean I’m gonna be bringing millions of dollars into the community here!
But he is young dumb and full of cum and has no future foresight except for draining his balls and buying his next case of beer.
He walks into the room a little closer.
“ I’m gonna need you to get against the wall and spread!…I’m sure you know what I mean? “
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me now?
I was speechless and blushing as I was shoved against the wall from behind feeling his hands rough me up while patting me down.
“ It’s nice to see your wearing a bra for a change! I suppose your trying to impress all these big shots cause you want there money?…Ain’t that right Mrs. Jones? “
Yeah he was quite rude and crude just like you’d expect from a typical man.
His hands roamed over my dressed top I felt him press his obvious hard cock against the backdrop of of my skirt as he groped my big tits over my clothes.
“ Look at them sexy legs guys! “
He boasted as he lifted my skirt enough to show not only my stocking tops but also my garters thong and my brand that was easily seen with my skirt raised.
“ She’s a slave? “
One of the men said in a surprised voice.
“ That’s right! Y’all sure y’all trust her with your money? “
“ Young man who do you work for? “
One of the older men asks in a middle eastern accent.
“ Technically I work for the slave office but these strip search people paid me a hundred bucks to come down and pick her up on my break. “
“ Who are they? “
This British sounding business man asks.
Billy then spills everything.
“ That’s these people that got this porn channel on cable Tv. They shootings a scene over in processing Mrs. Jones here applied for a modeling position with them. “
“ So she’s not under a real arrest? “
“ No man it’s just a movie. Y’all come watch if you want it’s at the slave office so it’s open to the public.
I wished it was a real arrest so I could ask her fat ass daughter out for a date while she’s locked up and all.”
Billy explained while zip tying my wrists together.
He led me while holding my upper arm of course the Chinese guy running the restaurant wanted to know when he was gonna get paid.
All these men were from overseas so they took interest in what he was saying and wanted to see the slave office.
Slavery from the southern United States has a reputation that goes worldwide so they’ll like to see my intake processing to see if it’s all what it’s cracked up to be.
The strip search executives were thrilled when they found out that the state would allow them to use their slave office processing room. Mississippi is known for being the state of hospitality and that’s what they hope to promote during this entertaining movie.
It’s sort of a win win for everyone involved.
Once outside Billy led me to his dirty jacked up four wheel drive truck.
With my wrists zip tied behind my back he had to help me climb up into it by placing an old 5 gallon bucket upside down on the ground for a step.
It probably would have been best to kick my high heels off first before attempting this but I insisted on holding on to my dignity as long as possible.
So up onto the wobbly bucket.
While in this vulnerable position I felt my skirt raised again showing the watching gentleman a little preview of what they’ll see of me in just a matter of minutes.
I’m then finally in the seat and on my way back towards what’s known as the historic downtown district.
So I was busy with my usual professional life. I’d have my girls up and out the door to catch the school bus by 7:15.
Then I’d get my turn with the bathroom showering then fixing my hair and makeup to perfection. I’ll then dress myself in my usually conservative but sexy business attire. Tight skirt thin white blouse sheer. Black stockings with my high heeled pumps.
Another cup of coffee two doughnuts for a quick breakfast then it’s off to the construction site. I’ll change into my steel toed work boots and white hard hat to browse around one of the homes being constructed with blueprints in hand I let the men know I know what I’m looking at.
“ The studs on that wall ain’t centered!…That one is a quarter inch off!…Redo it or your fired! “
Sometimes a woman has to act like a real bitch so men will take her seriously.
But for the most part it appears the project is coming together pretty good.
I’ll then change back into my heels and go open my office and prepare for my afternoon meeting with my investors.
You all don’t actually think I do all I do with just my money?…Hell no! I use other people’s money I’m treating about 15 men to a private all you can eat buffet down at that cheap Chinese place that hardly anybody ever eats at.
We’re all in a private dining area I’m standing at a podium and pointing to a drawing of what my next apartment complex community is gonna look like. Of course I got the figures down and am trying to sell them on what the projected profits are and what they all can expect in dividends.
My heart skips a beat when I see what I suspect is an officer walk in.
“ Shit!…Not now!…Why now after all these weeks? “
Yeah it was now time for my arrest and strip search.
I was though expecting better than what I was looking at you know you would expect a professionally dressed uniform man of law enforcement.
No this was a fucking kid? A teenage punk known as Billy. He’s one of those low paid boys that wrangle the slaves across the street at the slave office.
He’s got a state issued uniform top on with a badge but otherwise he’s in faded ripped jeans worn scuffed cowboy boots and a department of agriculture baseball cap with his long dirty blonde hair hanging down past his shoulders beneath it.
And of course he’s got that bottom lip bulging out with a big dip of snuff.
Yeah it was obvious that they use locals to play these rolls.
“ Mrs. Jones”
He said loudly interrupting my important presentation.
Everyone turned to look at him as he holds up this official piece of paper.
“ I’m officer Billy the big dick with the strip search network. I have a warrant for your arrest! “
Everyone in the room turned back to me for an explanation for this disgusting interruption.
“ Hey give me a minute to finish up please! “
“ Oh no Mrs. Jones I’m on the clock and my time is much to valuable to be wasted with your bull shit! “
I was deeply offended by his tone referring to my project as bull shit? I mean I’m gonna be bringing millions of dollars into the community here!
But he is young dumb and full of cum and has no future foresight except for draining his balls and buying his next case of beer.
He walks into the room a little closer.
“ I’m gonna need you to get against the wall and spread!…I’m sure you know what I mean? “
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me now?
I was speechless and blushing as I was shoved against the wall from behind feeling his hands rough me up while patting me down.
“ It’s nice to see your wearing a bra for a change! I suppose your trying to impress all these big shots cause you want there money?…Ain’t that right Mrs. Jones? “
Yeah he was quite rude and crude just like you’d expect from a typical man.
His hands roamed over my dressed top I felt him press his obvious hard cock against the backdrop of of my skirt as he groped my big tits over my clothes.
“ Look at them sexy legs guys! “
He boasted as he lifted my skirt enough to show not only my stocking tops but also my garters thong and my brand that was easily seen with my skirt raised.
“ She’s a slave? “
One of the men said in a surprised voice.
“ That’s right! Y’all sure y’all trust her with your money? “
“ Young man who do you work for? “
One of the older men asks in a middle eastern accent.
“ Technically I work for the slave office but these strip search people paid me a hundred bucks to come down and pick her up on my break. “
“ Who are they? “
This British sounding business man asks.
Billy then spills everything.
“ That’s these people that got this porn channel on cable Tv. They shootings a scene over in processing Mrs. Jones here applied for a modeling position with them. “
“ So she’s not under a real arrest? “
“ No man it’s just a movie. Y’all come watch if you want it’s at the slave office so it’s open to the public.
I wished it was a real arrest so I could ask her fat ass daughter out for a date while she’s locked up and all.”
Billy explained while zip tying my wrists together.
He led me while holding my upper arm of course the Chinese guy running the restaurant wanted to know when he was gonna get paid.
All these men were from overseas so they took interest in what he was saying and wanted to see the slave office.
Slavery from the southern United States has a reputation that goes worldwide so they’ll like to see my intake processing to see if it’s all what it’s cracked up to be.
The strip search executives were thrilled when they found out that the state would allow them to use their slave office processing room. Mississippi is known for being the state of hospitality and that’s what they hope to promote during this entertaining movie.
It’s sort of a win win for everyone involved.
Once outside Billy led me to his dirty jacked up four wheel drive truck.
With my wrists zip tied behind my back he had to help me climb up into it by placing an old 5 gallon bucket upside down on the ground for a step.
It probably would have been best to kick my high heels off first before attempting this but I insisted on holding on to my dignity as long as possible.
So up onto the wobbly bucket.
While in this vulnerable position I felt my skirt raised again showing the watching gentleman a little preview of what they’ll see of me in just a matter of minutes.
I’m then finally in the seat and on my way back towards what’s known as the historic downtown district.
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Conversation with a slave wrangler.
Billy fits the young redneck type very well he’s got the shot gun and rifle in the gun rack mounted along the back window and he’s jamming to Hank Jr. as he drives his ridiculously tall four wheel
drive.
“ How did you find me? “
I just had to ask.
“ I found you cause the slave office has a file on you. They’ve been watching and monitoring you for a long time. “
Just hearing that sent another chill up my spine.
“ Monitoring me how? “
“ They got cameras on you in your house and office they know everything you do. “
Now that truly scared me.
“ If they know all that why don’t they come for me and enslave me? “
“ Cause you’ve aged out, they don’t need you. They don’t see you as a purring little sex kitten so basically you’re a liability.
They got plenty like yourself coming through the court system that they got to do stuff with. “
“ Then why they monitoring me? “
“ Cause you’re an ambitious white woman and they have to keep up with you. Make sure your not getting uppity and to big for your britches.
Do worry none you ain’t the only one they monitor all of you. “
“ What happens if I get uppity? “
Billy reacted down into a box that was in the floor he handed me a sign pamphlet thing that hangs on your door knob.
“ The eyes of slavery Is on you! And they don’t like what they see! “
Of course it had an intimidating eye ball aimed right at the one reading it.
“ This shit is illegal! What about my civil rights? “
“ You ain’t got none!…Civil rights just works one way and that’s in the favor of black folks. Like it or not your a single ambitious white woman that wants wealth and power. And to be honest types like you scare the hell out of the powers that be.
So I suggest you play by there rules or some mean people are gonna be paying you a very uncomfortable visit during the middle of the night. “
“ Why are you telling me these things? “
“ Because I’m making minimum wage and can get all the pussy I want. “
“ Ain’t that a good thing?….Getting free pussy? “
“ Yeah but pussy don’t pay the bills unless you own the slaves.
In my position how can I buy slaves to pimp
Out to make wealth if I can’t even get my bills paid trying to live on minimum wage.”
So Billy here is what the leftist politicians refer to as the working poor a form of slavery in its self.
So they’ll say just jack up the minimum wage?
Yeah right look at what that does. Jacks the price of a happy meal up to $25.00 a piece. They automate the staff down to 2 breathing employees. And piss all the customers off with a God damn kiosk.
What the Fuck do them bastards will do to the price of the slave?
Just imagine the robotic automated slave. Slave world ends with bull shit like that taking place.
“ Plus I can’t keep a real girlfriend. They find out what I do they break up with me.
I wouldn’t want a slave if I had one. I want a woman to have dinner with take out on a date. Have fun get married.
I just can’t seem to make any of that happen doing what I’m doing, “
I had to look at Billy a second and third time. Those were the same things my husband used to say to me.
“ If I don’t get enslaved here. Come see me next week I can use a guy like you. And I pay better than minimum wage. “
“ I’ll keep that in mind. “
Unfortunately by this point the slave office was in my view and a big crowd from the strip search network was anxiously waiting my arrival with an entire camera crew to document my downfall.
Billy fits the young redneck type very well he’s got the shot gun and rifle in the gun rack mounted along the back window and he’s jamming to Hank Jr. as he drives his ridiculously tall four wheel
drive.
“ How did you find me? “
I just had to ask.
“ I found you cause the slave office has a file on you. They’ve been watching and monitoring you for a long time. “
Just hearing that sent another chill up my spine.
“ Monitoring me how? “
“ They got cameras on you in your house and office they know everything you do. “
Now that truly scared me.
“ If they know all that why don’t they come for me and enslave me? “
“ Cause you’ve aged out, they don’t need you. They don’t see you as a purring little sex kitten so basically you’re a liability.
They got plenty like yourself coming through the court system that they got to do stuff with. “
“ Then why they monitoring me? “
“ Cause you’re an ambitious white woman and they have to keep up with you. Make sure your not getting uppity and to big for your britches.
Do worry none you ain’t the only one they monitor all of you. “
“ What happens if I get uppity? “
Billy reacted down into a box that was in the floor he handed me a sign pamphlet thing that hangs on your door knob.
“ The eyes of slavery Is on you! And they don’t like what they see! “
Of course it had an intimidating eye ball aimed right at the one reading it.
“ This shit is illegal! What about my civil rights? “
“ You ain’t got none!…Civil rights just works one way and that’s in the favor of black folks. Like it or not your a single ambitious white woman that wants wealth and power. And to be honest types like you scare the hell out of the powers that be.
So I suggest you play by there rules or some mean people are gonna be paying you a very uncomfortable visit during the middle of the night. “
“ Why are you telling me these things? “
“ Because I’m making minimum wage and can get all the pussy I want. “
“ Ain’t that a good thing?….Getting free pussy? “
“ Yeah but pussy don’t pay the bills unless you own the slaves.
In my position how can I buy slaves to pimp
Out to make wealth if I can’t even get my bills paid trying to live on minimum wage.”
So Billy here is what the leftist politicians refer to as the working poor a form of slavery in its self.
So they’ll say just jack up the minimum wage?
Yeah right look at what that does. Jacks the price of a happy meal up to $25.00 a piece. They automate the staff down to 2 breathing employees. And piss all the customers off with a God damn kiosk.
What the Fuck do them bastards will do to the price of the slave?
Just imagine the robotic automated slave. Slave world ends with bull shit like that taking place.
“ Plus I can’t keep a real girlfriend. They find out what I do they break up with me.
I wouldn’t want a slave if I had one. I want a woman to have dinner with take out on a date. Have fun get married.
I just can’t seem to make any of that happen doing what I’m doing, “
I had to look at Billy a second and third time. Those were the same things my husband used to say to me.
“ If I don’t get enslaved here. Come see me next week I can use a guy like you. And I pay better than minimum wage. “
“ I’ll keep that in mind. “
Unfortunately by this point the slave office was in my view and a big crowd from the strip search network was anxiously waiting my arrival with an entire camera crew to document my downfall.
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Billy though plays this whole thing off as it’s no big deal. He does though work in the industry and has his own opinions on the current attitudes are when it comes to slaves.
But he’s also young and naive I’ve been on the run as a fugitive slave since the summer of 1965. And have luckily slipped through the cracks of slave world many times.
Is my good luck running out?
Is Billy playing me?
I mean he was the one sent to pick me up. He’s the one that’s zip tied my wrists.
Will he be the one to collect the reward for bringing me in?
I know the price on my head from 1965 was $5,000.00
It’s 1980 now so I’m sure there is compounded interest added on to that.
I was born a slave raised as a slave and have costed people lots of money for me not being a slave.
Namely my parents plus the state and then whoever my masters would have been beyond that point.
True I’ve got age on my side no way could anyone profit from my sell as far as a pleasure slut or sex kitten goes. I could still be valued for whatever laborious tasks they’d make me do for whatever productive years I have left.
They could in prison me for 15 years hard labor busting boulders for the highway department or put me in Parchman to work me on the farm.
In my opinion both of those are worse than enslavement.
They could enslave my children at the time of their 18th birthday
So they’d be stuck with paying the price of my crimes.
They could fine me millions of dollars and garnish my wages for the rest of my life.
They could go after Cheryl and Jack and ruin their lives for aiding and abetting me.
The possibilities of punishments are endless.
So do I regret running away?
No Ive had a good life up to this point.
And to be truthful this is getting exciting. Currently my cunt is starting to juice. I’ve got my thighs clenched together and my pussy is just throbbing uncontrollably I feel my wetness leaking from my slit. My thong is drenched in my juices I’m so wet that my juices are seeping down my thighs and seeping into my stocking tops.
I’m in a slave sweat right now. My makeup is running my thin silk blouse is soaked in my sweat clinging tightly to my sweaty body. My bra is easily seen throw my blouse my feet are sweaty my legs feel hot in cased in my sheer black stockings.
My nipples growing harder and more sensitive by the second looking down I can see them poking against my white bra.
And My nose is taking in Billy’s scent right now. I can see he’s got a boner. The muskiest scent of his sweaty filthy pubic region is filling my head just sitting here imagining it I can taste his cock. I need him desperately in my throat. I want to feel him blast and drown me in his spunk.
Then I want him to use my other two holes. Just from what I see now he’s well endowed just the way I like it. I love a challenge a nice deep stretch to my cunt then finish me off by forcing my tight ass to accommodate his thick girth.
Oh wow I just then felt myself come.
Oh I’m such a stinking mess right now.
If I’m not allowed to undress myself should I feel sorry for the one that pulls my sexy black leather high heels from my feet?
Mmmm just so y’all know he’s gonna get a nose full. Then my sweaty stockings have to be peeled off and my thong.
Mmmmm….Maybe a shower first with clothes on might be wise?
But he’s also young and naive I’ve been on the run as a fugitive slave since the summer of 1965. And have luckily slipped through the cracks of slave world many times.
Is my good luck running out?
Is Billy playing me?
I mean he was the one sent to pick me up. He’s the one that’s zip tied my wrists.
Will he be the one to collect the reward for bringing me in?
I know the price on my head from 1965 was $5,000.00
It’s 1980 now so I’m sure there is compounded interest added on to that.
I was born a slave raised as a slave and have costed people lots of money for me not being a slave.
Namely my parents plus the state and then whoever my masters would have been beyond that point.
True I’ve got age on my side no way could anyone profit from my sell as far as a pleasure slut or sex kitten goes. I could still be valued for whatever laborious tasks they’d make me do for whatever productive years I have left.
They could in prison me for 15 years hard labor busting boulders for the highway department or put me in Parchman to work me on the farm.
In my opinion both of those are worse than enslavement.
They could enslave my children at the time of their 18th birthday
So they’d be stuck with paying the price of my crimes.
They could fine me millions of dollars and garnish my wages for the rest of my life.
They could go after Cheryl and Jack and ruin their lives for aiding and abetting me.
The possibilities of punishments are endless.
So do I regret running away?
No Ive had a good life up to this point.
And to be truthful this is getting exciting. Currently my cunt is starting to juice. I’ve got my thighs clenched together and my pussy is just throbbing uncontrollably I feel my wetness leaking from my slit. My thong is drenched in my juices I’m so wet that my juices are seeping down my thighs and seeping into my stocking tops.
I’m in a slave sweat right now. My makeup is running my thin silk blouse is soaked in my sweat clinging tightly to my sweaty body. My bra is easily seen throw my blouse my feet are sweaty my legs feel hot in cased in my sheer black stockings.
My nipples growing harder and more sensitive by the second looking down I can see them poking against my white bra.
And My nose is taking in Billy’s scent right now. I can see he’s got a boner. The muskiest scent of his sweaty filthy pubic region is filling my head just sitting here imagining it I can taste his cock. I need him desperately in my throat. I want to feel him blast and drown me in his spunk.
Then I want him to use my other two holes. Just from what I see now he’s well endowed just the way I like it. I love a challenge a nice deep stretch to my cunt then finish me off by forcing my tight ass to accommodate his thick girth.
Oh wow I just then felt myself come.
Oh I’m such a stinking mess right now.
If I’m not allowed to undress myself should I feel sorry for the one that pulls my sexy black leather high heels from my feet?
Mmmm just so y’all know he’s gonna get a nose full. Then my sweaty stockings have to be peeled off and my thong.
Mmmmm….Maybe a shower first with clothes on might be wise?