Alison the Trophy

Charlie had just finished a tough morning's work. Unlike most of the other members of The Society he liked to take a hands-on approach to his many ventures. He sighed deeply and massaged his temples. Then he turned to face the wall behind him, and a smile spread across his face. There was Alison, in a beautiful purple latex catsuit. She was standing in an alcove behind his desk, brushing her hair. She was a trophy, not a mannequin, so she was allowed to move. In fact, Charlie permitted her a great many liberties, she had to stand in the alcove all day and look her best, but she was allowed to move, to eat and drink, and even to speak on occasion. At the end of the day, she was taken home, back to the cell with the other latex slaves.
Charlie had had her as a trophy for a week now and it always brightened his mood to see her there. The only people that saw her were those allowed in Charlie's office, and that was a short list. He occasionally played with her, caressing her supple body, feeling the curves through the smooth latex. Otherwise, she didn't do much, she was just there to look good. Today, Charlie was hoping she could be of use.

"Alison. I need your help this afternoon." Charlie said.
"Certainly, I'll do whatever you need me to, master." She replied. She really had been trained very well.
"Mr Pak is coming to the office for a business meeting. I need his company's resources, but he's obstinately refusing to help me. I'm hoping you might soften him up."
"What do you need me to do master?" Alison asked.
"Well, Pak is a notorious horndog, so basically just stand there and look your best. Work on your posture. Maybe stick your chest out, and if he makes eye contact with you, flirt with him. Wordlessly of course, I'll be tape-gagging you for the duration of the meeting, but maybe flick your hair or bat your eyelashes or something. If you do well, and Pak agrees to help, I'll give you a reward. Would you like that?" Alison nodded vigourously. "Very good. Now, stay still." Charlie said, as he took a roll of duct-tape out of the top drawer of his desk.

Two hours later, Charlie was engaged in an intense negotiation with Mr Pak. He'd noticed Pak's eyes flicking frequently to Alison, who was now wearing a shiny black latex dress. Charlie said nothing though, he wanted to go slow. Ten minutes later, Pak said abruptly,
"Is that Alison Brie?" Charlie glanced casually behind him, as if he'd forgotten she was there. She was currently turned away from him, ostensibly reapplying her makeup, but really, giving both men a great view of her latex-clad ass.
"Oh yes, one of my latest acquisitions. You are familiar with her work?" Charlie said, flicking his hand dismissively, as if it was of no consequence.
"I'm a big fan of Ken Jeong, so I was first introduced to Miss Brie as Annie Edison in Community. However did you acquire her?" Pak seemed very interested now. Charlie had him on the hook.
"Oh, just a business transaction. Now, about this development of yours in Busan..."
"Perhaps we could make a business transaction." Pak interrupted brusquely. "I don't know how you've acquired such a beautiful celebrity without anyone noticing. Is she yours?"
"I'm her master, yes. She obeys me without question. Alison, say hello to Mr Pak." Charlie said firmly. Alison waved cheerily, and though she was gagged, both men could see she was smiling.
"Trade her to me, and I'll give you what you want." Pak demanded suddenly.
"I'm not going to do that." Charlie said.
The Society had rules. Chief among them was a rule that prevented members of The Society from trading or swapping slaves outside of themselves. They were an elite, and they could only remain so by denying access to others, even powerful men like Mr Pak.
"Alison stays here. She is mine. Now, let's talk more about your development..."
"Fine. Fine. She's yours. Can I at least touch her?"
"Go right ahead." Charlie said.
Mr Pak slowly caressed Alison's beautiful body. He ran his hands over her breasts, felt her nipples through the latex. His hands lingered near her crotch. Pak had a gleam in his eyes now, he really wanted her.
"I can't trade you Alison, Mr Pak, but I do have another suggestion. A partnership of mutual convenience if you will. If you sign over control of all your North American operations to me, then, this would technically be your office too, and you'd be free to stop by whenever you wanted." Mr Pak was already nodding furiously, he was staring at Alison so longingly he apparently didn't even hear Charlie finish. "Of course, I'd have to maintain an office in Seoul as well..."
"Fine. Fine. I'll do it. You can run things here. I don't especially like you, but I can't deny you're a great businessman. I'm sure we'll both make money."
"Excellent." Charlie said, a smile spreading across his face. "I'll have my people draw up the paperwork and send it over later this evening."

After Mr Pak had left, Charlie turned to Alison.
"You did well Alison, I'm very pleased. I haven't been able to get Pak to budge for months, but with you here, I got exactly what I wanted. I promised a reward and I will deliver. Richardson will drive you back to the penthouse. I'll see you there in exactly three hours. Wear something nice."