Mark worked his ass off the next day as he wanted a clean weekend. His slaves all busted their tails as well, as per his orders. He even had them leave out their remote buzzers as he didn't want to tempt himself into zapping them mindless, like he had with Shannon. She was still a bit goofy the next morning but had straightened up after some coffee and a quick turn as Shannon the Maid.
Mark had cleared out his work docket and he left at about 6pm. He hung out at a coffee shop as his three slaves worked longer to finish off everything. Shannon picked him up shortly after 7 and took him home. Breanne and Summer arrived shortly thereafter and changed into slave uniforms. After a quick fuck and some food, Mark sat them all down to start work on Brittany's contract.
Mark soon discovered he needed to have his slaves dress more modestly as in their slave clothes they distracted the hell out of him and it seemed to distract them as well. Breanne thought it had something to do with how the contract was written. In her case she was allowed to assist Mark in reviewing and writing contracts but the others weren't. In slave get up, they were slaves and seemed to be unable to be anything else.
Mark noted that in his list of contract points and made a note to update that during re-negotiations. Once back into more normal clothes they got to work. Mark laid out a full contract and then they murder-boarded it. His three lawyer slaves were pretty good and got some points he missed. Mark kept an eye on Summer though. She still had refused to accept the clause about guilt and Mark knew she was still looking for a way out. Due to the contract though, he had given her rights and she stuck to them regardless of what he offered. So he made sure to triple check any of her suggestions to make sure she wasn't setting up a time bomb for him.
Mark had originally thought of contracting Brittany to marry him, but after some review and discussion they had vetoed the idea. Brittany was a sexy little thing with Golden Blonde hair down past her shoulders, a fine set of tits, hourglass figure and some serious grace that made her ass sway like a hypnotist's pendant, but Mark didn't want anything tying him down. Having her as his sugar momma and mistress would work fine and they set out to make it happen.
Mark knew he didn't have to worry so much about public perception, anymore; provided he wrote it out properly. But he wanted to keep his situation under wraps; so he could keep on the prowl for more slaves. With Brittany contracted, a whole new hunting ground would be opened to him. High society, jet setters, elite parties, private get aways; a large and untapped hunting ground full of hot women, money, and power into which he could sink his claws. But if it was common knowledge that he had numerous women in his thrall; it would likely make women wary and more careful; and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.
They finished the draft late Friday night. They all actually slept normally, and then reviewed it in the morning fresh. After a couple more changes, Mark made up the final copy on his computer. But when he went in to print it he discovered that he had left his ledger in the office locked in his desk. He was a bit annoyed but he just mailed to himself and figured he would print it up later.
The rest of the weekend was spent having some fun experimental sex with Shannon and Summer. While Summer was still resisting, Mark had definitely found her turn ons. She loved to strut around naked and she was truly a horny slut when she was fooling around in a place where she might be seen. Mark fucked her on his porch at noon on Saturday and she had cum so hard she nearly passed out when she and Mark realized that they were being watched from across the street by an older man who had opened his window. Her dress when not at work was now so skimpy it was nearly illegal. Mark had had to bribe a waiter nearly $200 to let him and his women in to a back booth because of her short skirt and her exposed pussy. Breanne had encouraged her along with smiles, jokes, and caresses.
Mark was certain Summer was going to give in, but she kept resisting and asked everyday to see her contract and do her research. Breanne no longer cared and was fully embracing being the number one slave. Shannon had technically given up her rights to review, but after "earning" it back with a fantastic blowjob she had given it a cursory look over and had shrugged.
"Eh, looks pretty iron-clad. I'll get into it more later, but right now I'm feeling randy. Turn me into the Maid and let me clean your bedroom."
Mark had followed his smiling French Maid into the bedroom where she took him to task for fucking her on the bed after she had made it. Mark was pretty sure she was in the bag after that.
Monday rolled around and Mark was twitching with excitement when he went into work. Just as he sat down a huge load of files got dumped on his desk all marked "Priority". Mark grumbled and dug into work. Unfortunately he couldn't get any time off that morning, and even had to work into lunch. And then something else happened that threw a bit of a wrench into his plans.
He was coming back to his desk after dropping off the last file and was planning on getting a quick bite before printing up the contract when he suddenly heard "Mark! Oh Mark! Hi there!"
Mark turned and was able to keep his face straight as a very happy young woman bounced up to him.
"Kate? Oh hi. I didn't know you were here. I thought you were off in college."
The young woman giggled and twirled her hair around her index finger. "I was silly! But I got soooooo lonely. I couldn't find any cute boys in Boston University so I transferred to Columbia. I'm talking to daddy to maybe get me a job here some of the time so I'm not bored. Won't that be nice, we can see each other a lot more then."
Kate, or Catherine as she sometimes preferred when lording over others, was the only daughter of the senior partner Ralph Maxwell. She was 19 years old and had packed off to college several months ago. She was very pretty. Blonde hair, nearly platinum, that hung down to her mid-back, lovely skin, a perfect hourglass figure, about five foot 6 inches, and about a 34CC cup made her quite attractive and she knew it too. She had somewhat of a reputation as a party girl who had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.
There had been rumors about her and another intern back in high school and that when he had spurned her, she had wrecked him through her daddy. The other rumor, equally bad, was that another one had become her secret boyfriend and had then been crushed by her daddy when he found out. While she was bubbly, pretty, and fun, she was also dangerous to any man at the firm.
And Mark was pretty damned sure that she had a big crush on him.
Before she had left college, she had come in and hung around his desk a lot. She had tried to walk home with him a couple of times but he had carefully dodged her. She had texted him and called him with some "legal" questions and some college questions about where she should go and other crap like that. Mark had been VERY careful and had breathed a sigh of relief when she had left a couple of months back.
And now she was grinning at him with a very sly smile and a look that said trouble.
