Mr. Stephenson

Realizing there was no persuading this person to alter the rule, he trudged out of her office, frustration etched on his face, and headed towards his car. Inside, Alice waited, her eyes filled with anticipation and concern.

Alice: "Master, I take it she said no."

Mr. Clemon "Yep"

Alice hesitated, her voice tinged with ****, "It's okay if you want me to join a sorority that badly. I'll just do the BDSM video."

Mr. Clemon frowned, his voice firm yet compassionate. "But it’s not right. You shouldn’t have to do that." He paused for a moment, the gears in his mind turning rapidly until a spark of inspiration lit up his eyes. "I think I can convince someone that you shouldn’t either." With renewed determination, he quickly drove off towards the largest mansion in town, its grandeur looming against the skyline. This palatial estate belonged to Mr. Stephenson.

As they arrived, the late sixty-year-old man greeted them at the door. He was a figure of authority and indulgence, surrounded by six different women, all naked, whom he claimed as his own. Without preamble, he addressed the unspoken question hanging in the air. "If I am not mistaken you are Mr. Clemon, and I assume you are here to talk to me about the sorority rule. If you are, you might as well just go because I am fully for it."

Mr. Clemon attempted to mask his anxiety with a strained smile that barely reached his eyes, directed at the influential elderly man standing smugly across from him. Despite his best efforts, a tremor in his voice betrayed his unease as he spoke, "I don't see how you can be; that rule does nothing but provide a safe haven for women who refuse to be enslaved."

Intrigued, Mr. Stephenson leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "How so?" he asked, his voice low and pressing.

Mr. Clemon could feel his nervousness intensifying, like a storm brewing inside him. "Think about it this way. Who are women less careful around, men or other women?"

Mr. Stephenson replied confidently, "Women, of course, I have been trying to get this bitch for three years." He then reached up with a brazen hand and slapped a woman's lactating breast, a gesture that turned Mr. Clemon's stomach "I finally got her two weeks ago because the wet nurse just happened to be my ****, and by chance, got a glance at her numbers when she was giving birth to her son."

The way Mr. Stephenson treated women made Mr. Clemon feel a deep, stomach-churning disgust. If it were possible, he would have steered clear of him entirely, but this was the only path he could see to secure the future he envisioned for Alice. So, swallowing his revulsion like a bitter pill, he said, "Then why do you support a rule that stops you from placing your women in those sororities to boost their numbers?"

In response, Mr. Stephenson abruptly shoved the five women around him to the floor, causing them to wince in pain as they landed awkwardly. With a swift, almost predatory motion, he wrapped his arm around Mr. Clemon. "I never saw it that way before… ah… BOY, I like the way you think. I believe my group could benefit from having a man like you."