Week 1: Thursday, 6th Dec 2029, Late Afternoon

I chose the old office for the meeting. I wasn’t about to let Vivien map out my real operations. Naive as she was, the whole arcology would know every detail by the week’s end if I let her. Jennifer came with me, heels clicking in obedient rhythm; Yoko I left behind, her talents wasted in any conversation that wasn’t code or cocks. It was a fleeting daydream, Yoko’s pretty mouth working with the same focus she brought to hacking, when a sharp knock broke my reverie.

“Master, Miss Vivien is here,” Lisa announced, her voice as precise as ever. I glanced at Jen, who met my look with a silent, confident nod. Showtime.

I rose, a naked Jennifer at my heel, and opened the door. “Good to see you again, Miss Vivien.”

“Please, just Vivien,” she replied, all professionalism: her Covenant blazer immaculate, red hair drawn back, every inch the arbiter. Hard to picture her panting over femdom videos alone in her room.

“Vivien, please, come in.” I gestured to the chair across from my desk, banishing the image of a naked Vivien, furiously rubbing her clit, from my mind as she stepped inside.

“This is Jennifer,” I said, motioning to Jen as I settled into my seat. “Jen, I believe you owe Vivien a thank you for processing your enslavement.”

“Yes, Master.” Without missing a beat, Jennifer dropped to her knees and crawled toward Vivien, hips swaying just enough to catch the eye. At Vivien’s feet, she paused, wrapped her hands around the arch of those sharp black heels, and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the back of Vivien’s foot.

“Thank you, Mistress Vivien,” Jen intoned, voice velvet.

Perfect. Let Vivien savor the taste of authority, let her bask a little in the role, prime her for the doubt and pressure to come.

“Let’s get to business, then.” My voice cut through the moment as Jennifer, improvising a little, crawled back to her place beside the desk—her back straight, knees spread, bare cunt glistening just enough to pull Vivien’s attention. Not strictly by the script, but I had to admit, I enjoyed her flair.

“To start the slaving business, I’ll need resources. My old contacts are mostly old world types, good for the old world, but not the market here. Plus. since we’re partners, there’s no reason for outsiders to take a cut.” I watched Vivien’s eyebrows shoot up, right on cue, she couldn’t resist any chance to prove herself, especially with the prospect of impressing her mother on the line.

“I’d be happy to help,” Vivien replied, just a bit too eager.

“One catch. I need them fast. Delay costs money, and I need the arcology to see the business operational. Credit’s no issue.” I let the bait hang a moment. “How about a ten percent markup if you can deliver by next Monday?”

Vivien’s eyes narrowed, hungry. “Make it thirty percent and I’ll have everything ready by Saturday.”

Predictable. Overpromising, overlooking the complexity, **** to prove she was more than her mother’s shadow.

“Er, Master…” Jennifer’s voice, sweet and hesitant, interrupted, right on schedule. “It’s such an important shipment, maybe we should involve Mistress Vivien’s mother?”

I gave Vivien a disarming smile, raising my hands. “Don’t mind her, Vivien. Jen’s a skilled trainer, but she's cautious by habit. She means well, she’s just eager to start working.”

Vivien shook her head, reassuring. “No worries, Moxie. I’ll handle it. You have my word.” She squared her shoulders, eyes flashing with a need to impress. “Let’s make the non-delivery penalty ten times the contract value. That’s how confident I am.”

Perfect. She’d done it herself. All I had to do was let the pressure build.

“See, Jen? Nothing to worry about. Apologize to Vivien, and next time you interrupt, I might just let Vivien punish you herself. Wouldn’t want her doubting my methods.”

“Yes, Master.” Jennifer slid forward, posture perfect, head bowed. “I’m sorry, Mistress Vivien.” She wrapped her hands around Vivien’s heels, pressing her forehead to the leather. “Please forgive this ****’s ignorance.”

Vivien’s tension was palpable, basking in the authority, high on the taste of real control, Jennifer’s deference making her eyes shine.

“We’ll reconvene Saturday, then,” I said, drawing the scene to a close.

“Of course. I’ll draft the contract and send it over as soon as I’m back in the office.” Vivien reached down, fingers threading through Jennifer’s hair, hand resting on her head, a rare moment for her to feel truly dominant, especially in the presence of an older woman. “And Jen, when I deliver on Saturday, I expect a real demonstration of your apology.” She let her other hand drift, fingers lightly caressing Jennifer’s bare breast. There was hunger in her, something tightly wound and ready to snap. I didn’t like her touching what was mine, but I’d let her have her moment. Saturday would be the reckoning.

The pieces were set, and the game had begun.