Lily followed her new Owners out of the school to the parking lot. Luckily she made the trip without anyone seeing her but she hesitated when she saw someone standing by the only car in the parking lot other than her own. It obviously belonged to Goddess. It would have been obvious even if the parking lot wasn't empty. It was a luxurious Black Lincoln. The kind of car that costs more than Lily made in 5 years.
Lily's new Owners didn't even seem to notice that their slave had stopped following them as they approached the car. The person standing by the car greeted them with a bow and opened the door for them. Lily realized that this must be the Jones' chauffeur and hurried to catch up so they wouldn't have to wait for her.
Goddess and Miss Jasmine both slide into the back seat of the car but when Lily approached to get in as well the chauffer stopped her and popped the trunk instead. "Oh no you stupid twatlicker, you ride in the trunk." Goddess mocked as she closed the door.
Lily dropped her eyes to the ground but after the humiliation in the classroom the thought of riding in the trunk of a car wasn't so bad. She moved to the back of the car and climbed in without protest. The trunk closed over her and Lily spent the next several minutes being jostled around in the dark as the car drove her Owners home. Her bumpy ride finally came to an end and she could hear Goddess and Miss Jasmine get out of the car and walk away. A few minutes later the trunk opened and Lily was blinded by the sudden brightness as someone pulled her out of the trunk.
Lily blinked until she was able to see again and got her first well-lit look at the chauffer. She was absolutely beautiful. The chauffer had flawless pale skin and beautiful dark hair held up in a tight bun. She was wearing a dark pantsuit but Lily could tell that she was very athletic and slim underneath it. She could only imagine what other uses her Owners might have for this woman when she wasn't busy driving.
Lily looked around but her Owners were nowhere to be seen. She and the chauffer were standing outside a large house; she assumed the Jones' house. Actually, Lily thought, calling it a house is a bit of an insult. It's more like a mansion. Or an old plantation house! That would be just like Goddess's sense of humor to live in an old slave manor surrounded by her obedient white slaves.
The chauffer led Lily around the side of the house to a small secluded door. The slave door Lily realized. They entered and Lily found herself in a cramped little room with 2 sets of triple stacked bunks. Without being told, Lily understood that these must be the slave quarters where Goddess keeps all her white girls.
That's when a terrifying new thought entered Lily's mind. Does Goddess expect ME to live here? Am I going to be her live in slave or will she let me go. She'll have to let me go, right? I have a husband at home and he'll be wondering where I am if I don't come home. What would he do? How long would he wait before calling the cops to report her missing? Would the police even know where to start looking? The parent teacher conference hadn't been officially scheduled through the school or anything but surely I must have mentioned I was meeting with Mrs. Jones to someone, right? And surely they would tell the cops that Mrs. Jones was the last one to see me before I disappeared so surely they'll come looking for me here, right?
Lily realized she'd left her cell phone in her purse on the desk back in her classroom so she had no way of calling the police or her husband or anyone else. Maybe I can convince Goddess to let me call my husband. Maybe I could even give him the message so he'll know I'm in danger. But do I want that? If the cops get involved then the whole story will get out. Everyone will know I was her slave all through college and that I let a student spank my bare bottom in my own classroom. Maybe it would be better to just play this out and wait for them to let me go. I know it'll be horrible serving them but surely they won't want to keep me around for long. Especially if they have more slaves that look like that chauffer...
But wait, if I do just play this out then my husband will probably get the cops involved before too long and the whole thing will come out anyway. I can't let that happen. I'll have to convince Goddess to let me call him and let him know I'm OK. I'll make up some excuse about why I can't come home tonight or something...
All these thought bounced around Lily's head for a few minutes before she came back to reality and realized that the chauffer was standing in front of her smirking at the dazed look on her face she sometimes got when she was thinking. Lily immediately started asking the chauffer questions about what was going to happen to her and if she could call her husband and what she was expected to do for the Jones's and a million other things but unfortunately the chauffer just chuckled and said that all those things are up to the Mistresses to decide.