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Chapter 112
by sipainting
Do you say the password?
"I am a slutty little sissy."
You roll your eyes.
"I am a slutty little sissy," you say, feeling humiliated.
Louder please. Please repeat the password.
Oh god, no. Fuck.
"I am a slutty little sissy!" you say, louder and more firmly this time, embarrassed and ashamed.
Louder please.
What the.... ??? Oh, god damn this... SHIT! Okay, FINE.
"I AM A SLUTTY LITTLE SISSY---"
In the middle of your password, the door opens, and there's Ken Cairforu, striding out to meet you.
"Ah, Miss Jennifer! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me!" he says, extending a hand of introduction. What was that you were just saying? Were you saying you were a..."
You blush about 9 shades of red, which is strange because you thought you were immune to humiliation and embarrassment at this point. You imagine that the house computer is laughing its ass off at you.
"Sorry," you mumble. "There was a password which I used to gain entrance to the house before."
"Oh! A password!" he says, with dawning realization. "That's interesting. I've only ever used a key."
HE gets to use a key?
"What's the password?" Ken asks.
"Uh..." you stammer for a bit. "It's... 'I'm a slutty little sissy.' "
Ken snorts and laughs. "Well, Mr. Hewitt was quite the eccentric, wasn't he?"
"You have no idea."
"Well, come in. We have lots to discuss."
You follow Ken into the room, taking small steps and walking carefully in your high heels and {if chose_trophy_wife==true}tight, shiny-pink satin dress. Your long blonde hair (which you were able to brush out a little) cascades down your shoulders and you know you look expensive and super-hot, everything a trophy wife should be.{else}hobble pencil skirt. Your long hair (which you were able to brush out a little) floats around your head and you know you look classy in your makeup and floaty blouse.{endif}
Ken is a handsome and executive-level type man, walking with confidence which comes from self-knowledge and security. He takes you to the dining room which is heaped with papers and boxes all over.
"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess," he says. "Have a seat."
You sit, nervously in one of the dining room chairs.
"Why am I here?" you ask.
"Oh! I thought you knew. I'm here to offer you a job."
{if chose_trophy_wife==true}"As as a what? A party planner?"
"What? No. Of course not. I'm here to offer you a position on the leadership board for the Hewitt foundation. You would help us determine our foundation purpose, goals, disbursement strategies, and effectiveness evaluation. You would be in charge, basically, of deciding how the money gets spent and helping to ensure that it is spent wisely, doing the best positive good in the world that it can do."
"Oh, Ken, darling... but I'm not smart enough for that. I'm just a dumb trophy wife. Just ask anyone."
"Do you have a college degree in business and legal affairs?"
"Well, yes, but.."
"And did you score a 3.9 out of 4 in your classes?"
"3.97, actually, but..."
"And what do you think that Mr. Hewitt would like to spend his money on? What sorts of causes do you think would resonate most with him?"
You think about this for a long time.
"LGBTQ rights. Trans rights. Education and advocacy for all LGBTQ people around the world. Anything that would help eliminate modern slavery."
"How interesting. You practically quoted the instructions from his will." He looks at you intently. "Amazing. And what about you? Would you have a personal interest in helping to ensure his billions are properly spent to further these causes as well?"
"Most definitely," you say, with a fierceness you didn't realize you had until just now.
"Well then--"
{else}"As a personal assistant?"
"What? No. Of course not. I'm here to offer you a job as a legal assistant for the Hewitt foundation. And then, once you pass the Bar Exam, you will be elevate to head legal for the foundation."
"The bar exam? What makes you think I want to become a lawyer?"
"Didn't you just spend seven years at a law firm?"
"As a personal assistant."
"What's Palsgraf?"
"Oh, that's the case which defined tort liability and what are the conditions where there is a 'duty of care.' "
Ken looks at you for the longest time.
"What?" you ask, honestly confused.
"Only a lawyer would know that," he says.
"I only know it because Mr. Cam--" you halt. You don't want to say that bastard's name ever again. "Because my former boss had a big liability case last year which hinged on Palsgraf."
"Which you heard, understood, and absorbed," Ken pointed out. "What is the rule against perpetuities?
"Oh, well, I can understand why that might be important. The rule against perpetuities stipulates that a will, estate plan or other legal document intending to transfer property ownership more than twenty-one years after the **** of the primary recipient is void."
"You know I just interviewed five lawyers and they either didn't know, said they'd have to look it up, or just made something up."{endif}
"Listen Ken, I don't want to argue with you," you say. "What makes you think I want this job?"
"I don't know. Ask the house computer. It told me to offer it to you. It also said that I should offer for you to live here, in this house, with free room and board."
"Live... here?"
You think about the rooms downstairs. You think about Mr. Hewitt's hidden closet full of feminine and sissy clothing.
{if chose_trophy_wife==true}"Yes, for as long as you are on the foundation board, which could be forever, as far as I'm concerned."{else}"Yes. While you are the legal assistant, you will, of course, be expected to take law classes to fill your gaps until you can pass the Bar. Note that you don't actually need a law degree to become a lawyer in this state, all you need to do is pass the bar exam."{endif}
You think about this for a good long time. It's not like you have any other plans. {if chose_trophy_wife==true}You had expected to be just a trophy wife forever... for someone. Anyone.{else}You had expected to be a personal assistant forever. It was just the pink diamond which changed everything for you.{endif}
But live in this house? You realize that it *is* magnificent and that it would be a nice place to live. But still...
{if chose_trophy_wife==true}"It's your choice."{else}"Do you want to be a personal assistant for the rest of your life?" Ken asks.
"No! Of course not."
"Well, then?"{endif}
"Would I live here alone?"
"I also have a room," Ken says. "According to the will, the house is reserved for {if chose_trophy_wife==true}the foundation president and head of the board{else}the head of the foundation and key staff{endif}, which I guess means you."
Do you take the job?
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Trapped in a Robotic House
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COMPLETE STORY!! You are trapped in a robotic house created by a recently deceased, eccentric billionaire for his own enjoyment. The house is running a dominant program, forcing you to become the perfect wife... but for who?
Updated on Dec 24, 2023
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