White: King's Pawn e3>e4

Jessica took another sip of the tea she'd been offered. It was a bit bitter for her tastes but for some reason it was growing on her. She figured it certainly didn’t hurt her efforts if she accepted the hospitality she'd been offered.

"... but you must be able to print out another copy of the tickets?" Jessica asked the shopkeeper.

"We only print the initial copy provided by the airline's systems. If you go to the airline's website you can look your travel arrangements up there using your trip registration number," Ramon explained once again. This young woman exuded an aura of command and confidence that demanded respect... which was a shame because he just couldn't respect someone who needed the same information repeated back to her in so many different ways.

"Right, and where can I find that?" Jessica asked once more.

"It's in the packet that was originally issued, miss...?" Ramon stated, making sure he had the correct name of the woman he was addressing.

"Jessica Boseman," she stated.

"I cannot find you in our records miss Boseman..." Ramon said dryly.

"Right, like I was saying, my friend Emma was here earlier to pick up the tickets but for some reason she can't find them."

"Unfortunately, I am unable to discuss specific details of your friend's transaction without her present," Ramon put his hands on the desk to push himself up and get up to leave when Jessica grabbed his wrist to get his attention.

"Look, this is an awkward situation we're in. My friend, Emma, is having a lot of difficulty lately keeping everything together. I'm doing everything I can as her friend to help her out. I'm not trying to take advantage or cause any trouble, all I'm asking is that you help me make Emma's day a little less overwhelming. Anything you can do for me in that regard would be appreciated more than I have the words to express," Jessica pleaded her case to the shopkeeper.

Ramon stared down at Jessica, his expression unreadable, until with a click of his tongue he relented and said, "I can't make any promises, but I will call the airline and see what I can do."

Jessica gave off the sweetest smile she could manage, "Thank you, that means a lot to me."

"Miss Boseman, would you like another cup of tea while you wait?" Ramon asked.

Jessica pondered how to respond, she'd already had 2 cups already and she didn't want to seem overly indulgent... but it would be rude to refuse. Besides, she was starting to like the taste, "Sure thing, I'd love that."

'This is ridiculous!' Ramon thought to himself as he marched upstairs, 'What are these girls stomachs lined with, lead?'

Earlier this morning Ramon had given Emma the recommended dosage to incapacitate her. Instead she'd been able to wander off, paperwork in hand, away from his grasp. If he'd just had been able to keep her there for another... 5 minutes then perhaps he'd be busy plowing into the young English woman while calling up each of her friends one by one to come pick up their tickets so they could join Emma in parting their legs for him in a **** stupor. How that little lady had not only been able to resist succumbing to that dosage in his store but apparently still had the wherewithal to go gallavanting around town looking for the paperwork she had misplaced, he had no idea.

Now, just down below, her American friend had gone through triple the dosage that Emma had and was apparently no worse for wear! Given long enough and with enough of the ****, he was certain even this ox disguised as a lady could be brought down, but she'd already imbibed enough to take down a fully grown man.

Ramon unlocked his computer and accessed his recording of Caitlyn earlier before she'd been hauled off by that man Charles and his crew. Ramon offered him information here and there from time to time and he had already received compensation for assisting in locating that slutty redhead so she could be carted off and sold. It should have been him that was currently buried deep into that Irish cunt...

He stroked himself as he watched Caitlyn pull up the last video before she had collapsed from exhaustion. The sweat gleaming off her skin, her puffy pussy glistening with her juices, that sweet voice practically singing as she used her fingers to glide back and forth over her clit as her other hand pawed at her own breasts. The recording itself was heavenly, he could only imagine what having the real thing would be like and now he'd never have the chance.

But it wasn't too late to take his liberties with miss Jessica Boseman... in theory at least. He could buy himself some time to let the **** start to effect her, but if they didn't... well... he could probably at least make a pretty penny selling her off to the **** trader. Maybe he could work out a deal for more recordings of the other girls as well...

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