Finding an alternative

"Okay Tracey that's enough to get you processed and registered as a slave."

Tracey looked at him in shock,

"But you said you can help me?" she stammered.

"Well I'd like to Tracey, I really would, but I see you've already been bar coded and that's impossible to take away from you now" he half sneered.

"But please," Tracey squealed, "There must be something."

Mr Chambers looked at the naked girl standing before him pleading to him and again a wicked smile crossed his lips,

"Well, there is one thing: We do have a conflict of interest clause. So if you were my partner, I would not be allowed to enslave you and I could let you go. In fact, I'd have to."

"OK, but that could work. You could just say this, couldn't you?", Tracey was begging.

"It's not so easy. I am acting as an official here. I really cannot lie. It would really to have to be real."

"What does this mean? Couldn't we make it real?", Tracey is grabbing the last straw.

"Well, to be valid for this purpose, I'd have to fuck you without protection and you'd have to sign that in case of enslavement, I'd be your owner. Only then the conflict of interest would be strong enough.", Mr Chambers added seemingly without out much enthusiasm.

Tracey gulps, and hesitates. This was not how she was planning on losing her virginity. Meanwhile Mr Chambers is eying her in ever detail.

"OK", Tracey says. "If this is the only way, let's do it."

"It is the only way. Please tell me exactly what you want to do."

"I'll let you fuck me, and sign a document that you'd be my owner if I ever got enslaved.", Tracey says with a very low voice.

"I might consider this. Why don't you come over to my side of the desk."

Tracey comes over to his side. "Let's see whether you are worth the effort. You know, I'd have to take a break." Chambers says while fondling her boobs.

Tracey smiles at him and tries to look seductively. Chambers moves his hand over her belly between her legs. "Oh, you are still quite dry. Are you sure you want this?"

Tracey opens her legs wide and spits in her hand, rubbing it into her cunt. "Look, I'll be wet and smooth for you"

"Ok then, "Chambers says. He puts a little sign on his desk, indicating that he'll be on a break. - The next girl in line stands there waiting.

He takes Tracey behind a screen, so that nobody can see them, even though they are still in the same room. He pushes her on a desk and fondles her boobs. She opens her legs and he pulls down his trousers.

His member is all erect, but he is not going nearer to her. Tracey understands his desire to make her, the daughter of his former boss beg for it. "Please, Mr. Chambers, please fuck me."

Finally Chambers enters her, and spurts his load after just a few thrusts. He pads on Tracey's back and she stands up from the table bending over it and he takes her from behind.

After he is dressed up again, he offers Tracey the ownership form to sign, and asks her to stand in front of the desk again, as if she was a normal 'customer'.

"Tracey Smith, I hereby declare a conflict of interest. I will not enslave you. You are free to go."

Tracey smiles, "Thank you." and proceeds to walk out of the room.

However, after just a few steps, the man on the next desks shouts at her "Where do you think are you going?" Startled, she stops before the desk.

"Just because Oliver Chambers cannot enslave you, doesn't mean, I cannot. I just transferred the data from his work station and when I push this button, you'll be a slave."

Before Tracey can say anything, he presses the button. - Meanwhile Oliver Chambers already got collar and leash ready.

He is so looking forward of walking his new slave in front of Tracey's father's house.