Dave Buys A Slave Ch 05 4

Hey everyone, thanks for coming back for the fifth chapter. This chapter is roughly the 1/3 point of the story. The story is roughly 73,000 words in total, so please remember that this is a marathon and not a sprint. With that said, I'll make sure to keep each chapter engaging and entertaining.

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"Alright class, open your books to page 74. Today we are going to cover Newton's Second Law" Ellie started as she stood in front of the class.

She had tried her best to not let her sheer exhaustion show, as she had spent the entire weekend gathering, organizing, formatting, and editing all of her financial documents related to the Women in STEM student organization that she had been running over the years. Ellie hadn't bothered to keep diligent records of the monies spent on club activities over the years, and that bad habit came to roost this past weekend. Truthfully, the only reason she got away with it for so long is that the school administration was perpetually focused on other things; there was always a big push for standardized test scores, how much the school was spending on the football program, or truancy issues for anyone in power to truly care about the Women in STEM group that Ellie ran, outside of a yearly photo op. Truthfully, Ellie didn't mind the lack of scrutiny from the district's top brass; in fact, she kind of welcomed it.

However, that didn't help her right now.

Just need to make it through this day

Ellie thought.

Ellie paced the room giving a verbal lecture on Newton's Second Law as she walked. She noticed that there was a male student not particularly paying attention to the lecture, and thus decided to hone in. She sauntered over to the male student, who has sitting on a stool at the lab bench, aloof to the lesson. Ellie had continued to deliver her rehearsed lesson as she walked closer and closer to the student. She arrived to the student's lab bench as she stood across from him. She leaned over the lab bench and faced the student. Ellie had worn a blouse with her top three buttons un-done, thus as she leaned over, the male student got quite a view of her chest.

"Well, Duncan, Newton's Second Law states that energy is neither created nor destroyed, right?" Ellie began as she softened her tone, nearly to that of an old 1990's phone sex operator.

Duncan quickly snapped back to reality, clearly unprepared for the full attention that he was now receiving from his sultry teacher.

"Uhh, well" he hesitated "..yes, of course."

Ellie walked around the desk, now standing next to him and bent over so that she was nearly cheek-to-cheek with him. He could smell her flowery perfume. Duncan looked down nervously at the floor, his eyes meeting only the open-toed sandals that Ellie wore. Ellie stood on one foot and arched her foot as she curled her toes inward.

"Are you sure?" she probed seductively.

"Uhhm.. yes?" Duncan replied with an uninspiring level of confidence in his answer.

Ellie stood right back up and proclaimed to the class "Wrong!"

The class giggled at Duncan's expense, and paced back towards her desk as she stated the inaccuracies regarding her male student's answer. This had not been the first time that Ellie had indirectly weaponized her sexuality in the classroom; she had been doing so for nearly her entire teaching career. Ellie knew that there were ethical boundaries, lines in the sand, that teachers could not cross, though she loved skirting as close to the line as possible without crossing it.

Ellie's tactics for drawing, and keeping, the attention of her male students had not always been positively received. She had drawn the ire of many of her male colleagues, many crying foul for the blatant double-standard at work; male teachers were correct to keep their distance regarding female students, both literally and in regards to topic choice. However, Ellie was well aware that female teachers had much more social leeway with how they interacted with male students. The late 20

th

and early 21

st

century provided a litany of precedent that female teachers received much lighter sentences, often no jail time at all, for ethics violations that would absolutely ruin a male teacher. Ellie knew that even a conviction would be unlikely so long as there was a single male juror, and given that less and less women would be available to serve as jurors thanks to the enslavement laws, she knew she was relatively safe.

Ellie had also earned the wrath of her fellow female colleagues. Like the male teachers, they had certainly noticed her borderline-lewd behavior in the classroom, and they've also heard the various whisper-complaints as well. Ellie had kept her fitness and beauty regimen for years, even after giving birth, thus the other female teachers had plenty to be jealous of. Moreover, the other women on staff felt that Ellie's behavior had served as a poor role model for girls doubly so because she was the faculty overseer of the Women in STEM student organization. This was supposed to be an organization that championed women's advancement in the sciences, one that was intended to be free from the constant hyper-sexualized persona that society crammed down the throats of women. However, Ellie was a merger of an astute scientific mind and with the personality and body of a seductive lioness. Ellie wasn't going to tone down her act; she was too old, and now

too tenured

, to give a shit about what happened in a closed-door staff meeting.

Ellie continued her lecture until the bell rang. The students got up, collected their belongings and headed out. Ellie now had her free period, in which she could lesson plan, grade papers, call parents, et cetera. However, she had decided to use the time to upload all of her financial documents into the system. She logged on into her account on the employee intranet page. She uploaded her compressed file that contained all of her crafted and curated financial documents into the portal. Her heart rate quickened as she did so; she had never been audited by state officials like this, and thus didn't know what to expect. The large file took a few pulse-pounding moments to process before a green checkmark lit up the screen. Ellie took a sigh of relief.

They'll never catch on

Ellie thought.

POV SWITCH: DAVE

Monday morning came too fast for anyone's preference, though Dave didn't let it get him down. After all, he had a new pep in his step. The workday started as nearly any other before it; Dave's alarm clock went off, and since it was situated on the other side of the room, he had no choice but to get out of bed to turn it off thus forcing his day to start. He once again made his oatmeal in the same style as he typically did each and every day. He also crammed all of his protein shake ingredients into his old blender and whipped them into a fine puree. After popping a squat onto the rickety wooden chair in his kitchen and eating his oatmeal; this time from a nice bowl and not directly out of the pan, he gulped down his protein shake like he would on any other day.

However, this morning added a new wrinkle to his daily routine; after his breakfast, he enjoyed a fine post-breakfast blowjob from his newly acquired sex slave, Lauren. Dave made sure to reinforce to his newest acquisition exactly how he liked to be fellated; it was best to ensure that she learned the

optimal

technique for pleasuring him. Lauren swallowed her master's load and then stuck her tongue out as proof of her ingestion of the milky-white snack.

Dave then hopped into the shower with a renewed sense of joy. While he may not have had time for a glorified fondle session with Lauren, he at least made her towel him off as he got out. After dressing himself and grabbing one of his frozen chicken-and-rice meals from the freezer, he made her rinse her mouth out with the special mouthwash to remove any leftover semen. He then gave Lauren a deep passionate kiss as he pushed her against the wall with one hand. His free hand groped her breast; Dave made sure to savor the moment.

He gave her a light slap on her naked rear-end as he left for work

"I'm off to make my millions!"

Dave practically pranced to his old hatchback, with a smile from ear-to-ear. As he plopped down in the driver seat and ignited the engine.

He thought to himself

And now, every goddamn morning can start like this

!

Dave played an audiobook from where he left off from, chucked his frozen concoction onto the passenger seat, and stomped the gas, eager to get his day started from Cloud Nine.

45 minutes later, Dave reached into his glove compartment and grabbed his employee ID badge as he waited in line at the parking garage entrance. As he pulled up, he waved his badge across the badge reader, and as the reader turned from red to green and the parking booth lifted its arm, Dave drove into the garage and found a spot deep underground, parked his car and then walked up six flights of stairs to ground level.

Elevators are for the weak

Dave thought to himself as he noticed a large cohort of his lackadaisical and miserable colleagues cram into the garage's elevator.

Dave badged into the security office that double as the employee entrance.

Another fantastic Monday morning at MegaCorp

Dave thought to himself as he practically bounced with each step.

Dave worked as a technical writer for MegaCorp, a global conglomerate that manufactured everything from blenders to defense satellites and everything in between. Despite being one of the world's largest companies that had a footprint on nearly nation on Earth, MegaCorp had a relatively small workforce outside of its production staff. MegaCorp had a reputation for hiring only the best and brightest, and their ruthless interview process confirmed that. Dave had worked at the regional office, which was 45 minutes away from where he lived.

Dave had already kind-of-liked his job. It was a rather metric and task driven job, in which he was mostly judged on how few methodological errors he committed and how quickly he could churn out various instruction manuals and step-by-step guides. Mostly Dave cared about how the end user viewed the document, for

they

are who truly mattered. Hence, user reviews mattered to him greatly. MegaCorp also heavily incentivized productivity by offering bonuses based on documents completed; projects were weighted based on difficulty and urgency, with further bonuses given for right-first-time work and documents with high end-user reviews. Dave was a capitalist first and foremost, and thus adjusted his work habits accordingly.

Dave had been with company for nearly a decade, as he started there right out of college. He had met a recruiter for MegaCorp during the career fair his senior year of college, mere weeks before graduation. Dave received an e-mail inviting him to interview. Dave impressed the interviewers with his quiet tenacity and his viscous calculating mind as it came to problem solving and direct-to-nearly-confrontational communication style. After spending a few years on the night shift in MegaCorp's medical device business, he transferred to becoming a technical writer and quickly excelled. Dave quickly moved up the career ladder. By the age of 28, he had become a Senior Technical Writer for MegaCorp, meaning that he was essentially one of the All-Stars of his core duties.

Dave sat down in his high-walled cubicle after placing his lunch in the breakroom fridge and got straight to work. He had gained an easy 45 minutes of productive time in while his cohorts were huddled around the office watercooler blabbing about the game last night or whatever goddamned first-world problem they had. What little patience Dave had for idle chatter was now reduced to zero; he wanted to spend the absolute bare minimum time at work required of him and head straight home so that he could enjoy more of Lauren's luscious body.

Dave hammered away on the document he volunteered for during the first few hours of the day. It was one that was rated as a high degree of difficulty, and was needed sooner-rather-than-later. Hence, few wanted to go near it. However, Dave's greed got the better of him and he threw his name on it. Thus, Dave was hell-bent on delivering.

Suddenly, an e-mail reminder popped up on the bottom-right hand of this screen. He had disabled most e-mail notifications, save for ones that were

actually

emergencies (which were few and far between). However, this one had come from Human Resources.

What the fuck do they want now

? Dave thought to himself.

He opened up the e-mail and started to read it. It had come from one of the corporate recruiters; he had been invited to apply for an internal management position. Dave further scanned the e-mail regarding the role, called Technical Writing Manager, his eyes working down to the list of core responsibilities.

Responsible for overseeing technical writers across multiple different corporate sites

. Dave's stomach churned; the last thing he wanted was to take on more corporate travel.

While it was sometimes necessary to learn the ins-and-outs of a new piece of equipment or a new process, he'd learned the hard way that it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. It mostly involved an unending number of days subsisting on unhealthy food, 16-hour work days and a hell of a lot of misery to boot. Dave minimized the e-mail and got back to what he was doing.

Later that day, Dave's boss sent him an instant message, asking Dave to come to his office.

Oh, for fucks sake

Dave thought, before typing back that he'd be right over.

He locked his computer and he wondered what his boss could possibly want. The two had a good rapport with each other, however Dave didn't like being interrupted when he was sinking his teeth into a project; he enjoyed the thrill of the money-hunt.

Dave rounded the corner and knocked on the open door, "You wanted to see me?"

His boss nodded and motioned "Yes, come in and close the door behind you."

"I trust you received an e-mail from HR?" his boss started.

"Yes, I did" Dave replied "though I'm not really sure why. I didn't apply for anything."

"I know" his boss answered.

"Dave, let me be frank: I think you should go for this promotion. If you were to do so, I could fast-track your application and provide a recommendation for you to get it. No promises though".

Dave mulled over his boss's words; it's not every day that a promotion opportunity comes down river like that.

"How much work-related travel does this promotion require?"

"Truthfully, only about as much as your current job. Or more, if you wanted to."

Dave wasn't convinced, this was a classic MegaCorp line, and he saw it coming from a mile away. However, he opted to steer the conversation away from the mandatory travel aspect.

"I didn't see a location on the job posting, though it did say that I'd be responsible for

multiple sites.

"

"You could stay here if you'd like. However, the company is also willing to relocate you to the West Coast, and fully provide for a year of rent and utilities, as well as a one-time relocation bonus if you wanted to move to be closer to the team you'd be managing" His boss summarized.

Dave truthfully found the job even less appealing; he had just found domestic happiness via buying Lauren, the last thing he wanted to do was completely uproot himself

and

likely have to spend more time away from her.

"When's the deadline to apply?" Dave asked, hoping to at least pacify his boss.

"There's no hard deadline for now. Besides, you know how long it usually takes to get someone in."

"Though, I wouldn't expect this posting to be up for any more than 90 days", he speculated out loud.

"Good, because this is a big decision and I'd like to sleep on it" Dave stated, though his mind was mostly made up.

"Of course. Tell you what, we can pick this discussion back up in six weeks, you know, to give you some time to soul search."

"Yeah, sounds like a plan". Dave got up and left the office to return to his high-walled cubicle.

He completed an important segment of the document he was working on. The deepest pits of empty stomach had reminded him that it was time for lunch. He locked his computer, and made a bee-line to the breakroom. Dave had learned to take a later break than everyone else; he preferred the break room to be empty as he liked to dine in peace. He also didn't want to wait in line for a microwave, nor did he want to share any condiments during his meal. Eating later also helped prevent road rage on Dave's part, and it also powered him through post-workday exercise.

Dave worked for several more hours before he decided to call it a day, satisfied with the amount of progress he made. Dave's boss didn't particularly care for how much got done on any specific day, so long as deadlines were met. Dave's colleagues abused this long rope by often leaving early, however that bad habit came to roost during looming deadlines. However, Dave never had to deal with a self-inflicted crunch time; after all, he had a fitness routine to keep up, and he wasn't about to let something he could entirely control get in his way. Dave also relished in turning projects in early, as they resulted in higher bonuses.

The office had nearly emptied. This suited Dave well, he didn't have to go through any elaborate or elongated rituals in saying goodbye; in fact, he barely had to make eye contact with anyone at all. Dave walked through the employee exit, nodded to the security guard who was too busy checking his fantasy football lineup to even notice Dave, and paced to the employee parking garage. Dave felt that it was another successful day, so his mood was elevated, doubly so that in another 45 minutes he could enjoy a redheaded concubine waiting for him at home now. Dave backed out of his spot with a callous disregard as nobody else was around him, and floored it to the sound of an audiobook to keep him company for the next forty-five minutes.

Dave pulled into his spot at his apartment complex. He pranced out and his giddy as he walked up the stairs to his unit. He unlocked the door and went inside. Upon opening the door, he was instantly hit with the aroma of thyme, rosemary and tomatoes. Lauren peaked her head around the corner.

"Welcome home, Master" she offered in the most upbeat tone she could, given that she was a literal captive.

"Why hello, my little red honey bear!" Dave said as he wrapped his arms around her nude body from behind and kissed her neck.

"What's on the menu?"

"Meatloaf with roasted potato wedges and sauteed asparagus. It'll be ready in another hour or so" she pre-emptively answered.

"Sounds great! Can't wait!" Dave kissed her helpless body again.

Dave released Lauren so that she could continue her wifely duties in the kitchen. Dave went to change out of his work clothes into something a bit more casual; basketball shorts and a tank top. Dave went to use the restroom. As he washed his hands and noticed that much of the hard water build-up that was caked onto the faucet and knobs were gone. He turned his head to the curtain-less shower stall and noted the same observation. He looked into the mirror and noticed that it practically looked like it was broadcasting in high-definition!