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Chapter 8 by Blackhand Blackhand

How does the meeting go?

A Deal With Unusual Terms...

Soon, you're both sitting around a table, ties loosened, and with coffee in your hand.

"So, I'm interested." He explained. "The amount you asked for is not too much. And a whore who looks like that will earn me quite a bit, especially if she's not taking a cut. With her looks and background, I can rent her out as a high class escort and make my money back easy."

"And the terms I asked for?" You reminded him.

"Condoms only, no permanent modifications." He shrugs. "No using her real name. Return after one month. All of that seems fine. But, condoms do sometimes break. You know that, right?"

"I do." The thought had crossed your mind. She would have an insertable birth control put in place just in case.

"I have terms of my own though." He suddenly placed his hand on the table. "She can't backtalk or else I need to lay hands on her. She can't refuse clients based on anything but STD. I want full authority of when she eats. When she sleeps. How many clients she takes a day. I won't leave a permanent mark, but if she thinks she can renege without getting smacked, that isn't part of the deal."

You consider the idea of her on all fours being plowed by a disgusting fat man. It's not the prettiest image, but it definitely gets the point across. She'd have lost all control over who she fucked.

"That's all fine." You scratched your chin. "Run her as hard as you like. Just nothing permanent."

"And no contact except for our agreed on visitation days, either. I don't want you showing up making her change her mind. For the duration of the deal, she's my bitch 24/7. You got me?"

You take a moment to consider. You hadn't thought about the idea of visitation at all. But, his point ultimately worked for you as well. After all, the image of the "sale" would be ruined if you kept on checking in on her.

"I'd like a chance to speak to some of your girls before I give final approve. See how they feel about it." You say finally.

"Hrmph." He grunts. "I can arrange that."

Then you and Mr. Wallows shake hands. This seemed like the answer to Doe's fantasies so far...

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