Free Cities Story

Who am I? Not philosophically, physically, or factually? Is that the correct word?

Perhaps I have lost my memory? No doesn't feel like it. I know who I am. Moxie the slaver. Wait. Not slaver, slavery is illegal, I'm a business man, upper management, law abiding citizen, never commit a crime in my life. Never caught committing a crime that is.

"Mr Moxie, is there any issue with the contract? I believe you'll find my price very attractive, it is already at 20% discount from our estate valuation. I see no reason for the hesitation."

Yes, that's what I'm looking at, a contract. I need to get a sense of this, I need to buy time.

"The price is attractive, but there is a saying in the business world, there is no free lunch. If you don't pay with money, you pay with something much more valuable." I replied.

"Well, Mr Moxie, I don't fault you for being cautious. The estate comes with some caveat. Let's just say the Free Cities network doesn't have super majority holding of the arcology, the ownership you'll purchase is just slightly above majority. But I think that would be just but a minor inconvenience for a shrewd businessman like yourself."

So I am a businessman.

"And to sweeten the deal, your arcology comes with her, Lisa. Don't let her youth deceive you. She graduated valedictorian from the Utopian Orphanage's East Europe Campus. Year 2024 or 2025, can't quite remember."

So slavery IS legal. I guess slaving in itself is a business.

"Please give us some time, Mr Janus. We have something to discuss in private." A female voice said. I turned my head, it was a beautify Asian woman, Chinese I think. No, not think, I remembered. I know her.

I remain in silence, trying to remember who she was. It's not that I can't remember who she is, it's just that there are too much memories clouding my mind, some contradictory. I need an anchor, she could be it. When I come draw my attention back to the lady, the man, Mr Janus, has vacate the room, leaving only me and her.

"Having second thoughts? If we call James now he'll gladly accept you back. You were his best slaver." She said.

I closed my eyes and decide to continue my silence, trying to recall who James was.

"Anything I can help? A blowjob?" She joked.

"Maybe that will help." Oh shit, did I think that out loud.

And as I was trying to formulate an apology, she reached down, unzipped my pants.

"If you need me to suck you off you should have said it just now. Then we would have gotten the contract signed and then I can sign mine." She stopped talking, and started sucking.

You know what, the blowjob did help, I can see relatively clearly now. I have two sets of memories. One of a slaver, which given the turn of event I believe that's who I physically am now. And this lady is called Jennifer. Jennifer Lao or Mao. Wait Mao is another Chinese person from my other set of memory. Memory of a business man, living in an abnormal world. In that world slavery was abolished, and the monarchies overthrown. Can you believe that shit.

Back to Jennifer. It's clearer now. She is my mentor. Well, was, she's more of a **** now. My ****, not on paper just yet but happening after I bought my arcology and start my retirement life as a owner of my very own arcology.

"Just contemplating, maybe I'm a little bit too young to retire. But you get me, training all those slaves, selling them, and never reaping the fruit of my labor. How can I live to 30 years old without any **** under my name?"

"I'm not expecting an answer, the question was rhetorical, keep sucking." I pushed her head on my crotch. Maybe the post nut clarity might help me.

"Yeaaa, that hit the spot." after a short while I release my seeds on her face.

"Call Mr. Janus back, and don't wipe your face until I tell you to." I instructed her. It came naturally, almost seems that it's not my first time making that command.

"Yes Sir." She replied. I tried to find hints of embarrassment in her eyes. None. guess it's not her first time getting that command either.

After a short while Jennifer led Mr Janus back, beside him was a blonde Caucasian woman, dress in modest grey suit, complemented by a pencil skirt, a pair of black stockings and a pair of red stiletto heels. She would fetch a high price on the market. Old habit dies hard. At least I think they are.

I sign the contract, I was signing it before the memory of the business man rushed in anyway. And I deliver it to the oncoming Mr. Janus.

"And I thought you needed more convincing. In that case, Lisa, greet your new master."

As Mr. Janus finished his statement, the blonde Caucasian woman stepped forward and without any further instructions, gracefully knelt down and said. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Master. My name is Lisa, or what so ever name you will bestow upon me, and I have been the custodian of the arcology named X-4 under direct instructions of the Free Cities Network, and along with X-4, I will also be signed to you. I do hope you would accept me into your estate and give me the opportunity to pleasure you in anyway you see fit."

Well trained, but I trained better.

"We will see about that Lisa. Now, please follow Jenifer here to retrieve some of my items from the vehicle. Don't forget the trunk.