Exclusive Enterprise: Taking Over the World
**Author's Note: In this story, we do something that we don't normally do. This story is devoid of any sex. It is purely narrative that we are using to connect parts 1 and 3 and set up a larger piece of lore and some set pieces for our world. If you're looking for a quick, sweaty romp, this isn't it. If you're interested in the stories that follow from this, however, we'd ask that you read on. We promise that this won't happen too often. ~ TwinSoulFlames**
~~ Minneapolis, Minnesota, March 2068 ~~
The munch was a beautiful success as the ones that Annabelle planned usually were. He mingled with his guests, the mix of Masters and slaves was heavier on the Master's side, but that was to be expected. Annabelle joined his side as he listened and talked. His ears perked up slightly as one of the slaves commented about a club they visited, how it was fun but wasn't as safe as the munches. It started the wheels turning in his mind and the idea percolated there.
At work the following Monday he was going over papers to hand off to Juniper, Brandy's latest trainee. She was a sweet girl but extremely quiet and shy. The idea slid through his mind again, clubs, but VIP for people that qualified, and had the money to put it up. He noted down 'Clubs for MAsT? Ways to secure it? Research it.' He set the piece of paper to one side, then focused on smiling at the picture of his wife with their second child. He rose to go to the next meeting forgetting the paper on the stack for Juniper.
Juniper came in to collect her latest assignments. She quickly grabbed the packet and left. She felt uncomfortable in his office when he wasn't there. Once in her small office, she started going through the marketing workload. Her brow furrowed at the top document, then set it to one side. Research meant a time investment. The following two hours were spent going through the other documents and completing the work. Most of that was just typing up the changes and sending them over to Brandy for her to double-check.
After she finished she stared at the remaining document for a long, quiet moment. She wasn't sure. Was this a test? An accident? She knew she could ask Michael but she hesitated, what if it was a test of her initiative? It was instructions and she didn't want to disappoint him after his being willing to give her a chance. She chewed her lower lip for long moments, then sighed and nodded. She would do it, and if it wasn't right, then no harm no foul, but maybe he'd smile at her and invite her to one of his munches.
The next two weeks she spent on research and preparing a presentation for Michael. Finally, on Thursday, she rapped on his office door and peeked in at him. "Master Michael?"
Michael looked up from the computer. His eyebrow lifted and he smiled. "Juni? Come in. What can I do for you?"
She blushed slightly, then eased into his office, "I... uh..." she paused and swallowed hard, "I finished the club presentation you gave me... but there was no due date so I wanted to check when you wanted to see it." She darted her eyes from the floor to his face, trying to look at him like Brandy insisted they do.
"Club presentation...," he trailed off, his brow furrowed. He had forgotten about the note since it had vanished before he could file it or attach some follow-up items to it. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Juni. You're going to have to handicap an old man here. What club presentation?"
Her eyes turned hesitant and her fingers pushed together, "The... there was a note in my papers, it said to research ways to secure clubs for MAsT and... I thought... you wanted me to... work on it?" She swallowed and looked down at the folder she was holding and pulled out the note to show it to him.
He blinked. The note he'd written. He'd meant to put it into his calendar software for follow-up later. "OH! I...," he trailed off seeing an interesting opportunity. "Please. Let's take a look at it."
Her face brightened, "I'd be delighted." She paused, then pushed her fingers together, "Would you like me to set up the conference room or just in here? I made slides."
"Let's go into the conference room," he said, standing from his chair. "Present it to me like I were a board of investors."
She blinked up at him, a faint squeak escaped, and then she nodded, "Yes, Master Michael." She turned to scamper to the conference room to set up before he got there.
He shot a quick message to his executive staff and admin that he was in the conference room with Juniper and was not to be disturbed for the next hour, and then gathered his planner and walked there. It was large, with a sturdy table and extremely comfortable chairs. A powerful computer, with a seat of CAD software on it, was hooked up to a large television that dominated one wall. This was the room that they used to host customers for design reviews and sales meetings and such. But it was just the two of them. He closed the door and sat in one of the chairs, opening his planner to take notes. "Whenever you're ready, Juni. There's some water there in the fridge if you need some. No worries. Just walk me through it."
"Yes, Master Michael," she pulled out a bottle of water, then hesitated before pulling out a second and setting it beside him before she moved. She took the clicker and pressed the button to lower the lights slightly.
She got started, her voice got stronger as she presented, but was still quiet. She didn't go through everything she had researched, instead focusing on the things that would work best for the plan. "While I initially thought of starting with the club, instead I focused on the people. Since it was going to be a safe space and place for people to relax and enjoy themselves and each other." She clicked a button, "V.I.P but to a separate extent. Instead of a list, the patrons would be given a card. Similar to the specialty cards that you get from a credit card."
She clicked a button, and it showed a picture of a black card. "Then, identifiers, with the movement growing in MAsT you can't always tell at a look if someone was a Master, Mistress or Daddy, nor if someone was a slave, pet or little. So when they apply for the card, they can check off boxes to identify themselves." She continued through the various security plans, including having a not insignificant cost for them to join as a protection for the clubs and to cover the cost of the yearly background check.
The next step she went over was the doormen. "The card that is issued will be swiped to ensure the patron is in good standing, obviously if they are not, they are denied entrance. I also thought allowing them a single guest to investigate would be a good idea and a way to drum up more business. The next step would be the identifier bands. While the card tells the club who they are, it would be easier to identify someone at a look with a band. It would be identified by 'looking' in green, 'taken' in yellow, and 'investigate' in red, of course for those that are color blind, the words would be written as well. The second person would also be able to mark on the band what their 'delineation' is. Such as if they are Master, slave, or other."
She clicked the next slide, this time it was a picture of the bar, "To keep track of patrons drinking, instead of worrying about how much someone has drunk or if they're inebriated, each time they get an alcoholic drink, they get a punch and the bartender's initials on the end of the band. Two punches and they're cut off. Obviously, we wouldn't keep track of non-alcoholic drinks. The bar would also be able to enforce restrictions such as if they are given drinks from other patrons."
She kept going, through the idea of private rooms stocked with Moorwind Specialty toys, such as their custom line of Saint Andrew's crosses. Security for the private rooms, then cleaning and sanitizing each room. The entire presentation was carefully thought out and answered most of the questions he would have thought of. She wrapped up the presentation with a five-year projection of cost and return for each club then bit her lip as she looked at him hopefully.
