Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 50

Lenore called me just before noon to ask if I could go by the bank, get seven hundred dollars and take it to Beth. She gave an address. It appeared that Liz, Julie, and Martha had all told her to kiss their asses when she phoned to ask if they'd be willing to sell some of the slaves' clothing to her. Lenore wasn't really surprised by the women's response. "I just thought it would save a little time and effort getting the girls outfitted. Beth sent one of her slaves to a thrift store and to buy a couple outfits for them to wear to work and then to a big box store for some more casual clothing and underwear. Plus they needed personal items as they had almost nothing. All the girls had to wear were the jeans and t-shirts they'd worn to the party. Beth called the girls' places of employment and explained the change in ownership. I'll have to take some time off work to sign new employment agreements. I can do that tomorrow. We'll discuss that tonight."

I wasn't overly happy to receive the call about outfitting girls I really didn't want. I was sitting on the porch at the Hacienda telling Derek about the weekend's events. Sarah had discussed Lenore's attending the garden party with him and Lou after everybody had left Saturday evening. He thought the situation a little amusing. "Three new girls and you have not even laid eyes on them. And you really can't argue too much. How many girls have you brought home without Lenore's approval?"

"At least Lenore came out relatively unscathed and actually profited. Both Sarah and Lou put the odds about sixty percent she'd come out on top and not be reduced to one of their volunteer submissives. They said six months ago they wouldn't have given her a twenty percent chance but the woman has toughened up a great deal."

I told him I didn't like the idea of those garden parties one bit. He sighed, "I don't either, but Lou, Sarah, and even Wanda swears by the Krewe. They all buy into the notion it's a driving force behind local politics and economic health of the community. I'm gonna have to back off on my stance and let them go to more parties as well. They network pretty well outside it, but they say they need to touch base with the core. My problem is most of my girls are not misbehaving enough to justify sending them as toys. Oh, we still have the occasional discipline problems. Once you get a number of females in a group, you are gonna have conflict. But a few smacks on the bare butt straightens most of it right out." I asked what he is going to do.

"I'm not sure. I doubt I'll have a real choice. The women will respect my feelings but they are going to decide. I'm told they can each take a designated pet along," Derek said with a shrug. "I suspect as soon as they hear all about what happened this weekend, my three wives are gonna be ready to jump into the fray. Women as a whole seem to be catty. But professional women are worse. On the outside, they like or at least put up with each other, then they will compete worse than any man. They will protect their friends with a frenzy but others are either the competition or discounted as not even worth their time."

"I remember back in high school. You know before computers when we did our math on an abacus or a slide rule. The elite girls ran the social part of the school with cheerleaders and the 'cool girls' at the center. There were more cliques than you could shake a stick at. I think it became worse when those same bitches went to college and got into sororities. Some looked down on those not in sororities and the others hated the sorority girls' attitudes. It's playing out again right there in the Krewe, a group of competitive professional women. Same dynamic but with the added sexual dominance factor brought on by the slave culture." Derek took a sip of his beer. "Not my problem. I'm at the point where I can sit back and watch the show."

I asked him if he had any advice for me with this new angle. Derek laughed, "Yeah, get out of Lenore's way and let her deal with her three new slaves. I suspect she will have to contend with problems from those other women too. They can't do much but they might try. Just be there, listen and help when asked. Paige has her finger on the pulse of things and Lenore and Charlotte are not dumb. If you need some outside advice, ask my three."

Derek grinned to take the sting out of his next comment, "But ask them BEFORE you make a decision based on stubbornness. Sarah said you looked a little regretful after your talk with her Saturday." I nodded. "To be honest, I'd have probably done the same thing as you. Paige sometimes comes off the wrong way and it is natural to just want to push back. But she is a chess player. She's had to be."

I called ahead to make sure Beth would be home when I arrived. I was surprised to be greeted by a very cute, relatively petite woman dressed in a beige business suit. She stood about five foot three with brown hair that came to her shoulders. She reminded me of a pixie in an old movie I'd seen as a kid. "I told Lenore she didn't have to pay me back right away. I was happy to have Barb run the girls around and pick up a few things so they could get back to work. Libby here works for me in one of my companies. She is the one Julie lost. Aimee was Liz's girl and the one in the corner is Heather. I'll keep them here until you and Lenore figure out the housing. As you can imagine they are scared shitless, especially Libby and Aimee. They are afraid Lenore is going to press charges and they will get their enslavements prolonged."

"I don't think Lenore has any intention of doing that," I said. "She seemed more focused on those free women."

"That's the problem," Beth said. "Both Libby and Aimee are afraid their former owners are going to screw things up and they will get caught in the crossfire. They sort of opened up a little last night. There is no love lost between them and their former owners and certainly no trust. Martha wasn't any better to Heather, but her ten-year sentence isn't going to change. Actually, they were looking forward to leaving those women. They are understandably nervous but I assured them Lenore is a good woman and will treat them fairly."

I could see the three slave girls were listening closely, so I agreed, "Yeah, as long as they are respectful and do their jobs. Mess up and we kick butt." I watched for the girls' reactions. They all sat quietly as they absorbed the information. Libby and Aimee looked to be in their late twenties and I knew Heather was twenty. I wasn't surprised to see all three were very nice looking with great bodies. I suspected Liz, Julie and Martha had paid a premium for them. Even though I was curious about what crimes the first two girls committed, I decided not to say much to them in case Lenore changed her mind about bringing them home.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. Lenore came home excited she officially now owned three slave girls of her own. "Bas, I have been on the bottom side for too long. When I made the deal to buy Sherrie, I wanted her in my name. Lou put a halt to that saying I wasn't ready and had the attitude of a slave girl myself even though I was free. When I protested, she offered to pull down my pants on the spot to convince me otherwise. My physical and emotional reaction proved to both of us she was right. THEN!"

"But I need this now, Bas. I didn't plan to go out and buy some girls to serve my ego. They fell into my hands and I need to take advantage of the opportunity presented. We can make this work. We'll have plenty of room when Mom takes the five others home. She said she will by the end of the week."

"Beth says Libby's job is secure. She makes good money doing inside sales. Of course, she will get to keep some of her net income to go into her slave estate. Julie, being a stingy bitch like Liz, kept every dime she could. Aimee might have to change positions. Liz allowed her boss to use her orally and she spends as much time on her knees for him as she does processing paperwork. I'm not going to put up with that. Beth agrees with my philosophy and said she thinks she has a position for that girl as well. The girl I got from Martha was a relatively new purchase and kept at home as a maid and essentially a toy for Martha and her husband."

I listened to Lenore and could tell Derek had been right. I needed to get out of Lenore's way and let her work to integrate the three new girls into the household. Before I could give her the go ahead, Lenore asked me bluntly, "Am I, or am I not a full partner in our little enterprise here? I told the women at the party I was second in command of the household but...." she left the finish unsaid. I told her of course I considered her a full partner.

"Good! Then I will make some of the major decisions. The first being these girls. Next, we need to decide how or if we formalize our relationship." I was rocked back by this change in the conversation. "My birth control implant will expire very soon. I'm not sure I want to go on an oral contraceptive for even a few months. Pills didn't agree with my system the last time I tried them, but that was years ago. I want a baby, YOUR baby. I have no intentions of moving out so you will have to decide if you want me to live here as the mother of your bastard child or as your wife. Both are acceptable to me."

I stood there dumbfounded and she grinned, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Think about it," she said, and then turned on her heel to take her purse to our bedroom. I followed.

I was a little lost. I knew what I wanted and that was Lenore as my wife, but I had no idea how to proceed. I'd never really proposed to Christine all those years ago either. We'd been together and she just said it was time for us to marry, so we did. Our time together was wonderful. I may have been on the spectrum and always had a little trouble with relationships but I knew what I wanted. "I want to get married," I said as soon I stepped inside our room.

Lenore smiled and said, "Then ask me. And don't get any stupid idea of buying a ring and getting down on one knee. I want to go along when we pick out our rings. Just ask me to marry you. Tell me what you want."

So I did. We had to shower before we went to dinner that night. Neither of us said a word about our now being engaged. Neither of us was in a rush and Lenore said she'd work out the logistics of when and where. We had a lot on our plates and thought mid-summer to be a good time to make it official. I realized being married wasn't really going to change a thing. A baby certainly would, but the thought of being a father made me feel really good.

Pauline arrived late for supper followed by Lana, Allie and Candi, still dressed in their skimpy slave girl outfits. They'd spent the previous three and a half hours at the Stumbl'n Inn bar offering blowjobs to the patrons who bought a beer or mixed drink. Angie immediately asked, "Did they beat their record from last week? How many cocks did they suck?" She giggled excitedly with the others when Pauline reported they averaged eighty-two with Lana in the lead at ninety. Pauline asked Angie if she wanted to go along tomorrow and see if she could do better. "Oh, Hell no! I just think hearing about their adventures is hot. I'm perfectly satisfied with my times with the Boss limited as they may be." She grinned at me and mimed bobbing on a cock. "I'm ready and available for him anytime." The other girls, with the exception of the Trio, laughed along.

"I didn't want to say this at supper, Boss, but I was approached by a guy while we were at the bar," Pauline said as we stepped into the living room after supper. "He wanted your phone number and asked if you might be interested in selling one or more of the three. Then he grinned and asked if I was for sale. I told him I might be but I'd guess he'd have to pay a million or better to own my ass. I'm telling you about my being a smart ass in case he does call you and I get into trouble." I laughed and asked what the guy said about the million. "I told him quite frankly that in the next ten years alone, I'd probably make you a million and a half and that was after taxes and what you let me keep for my slave estate. He asked what the Hell I did apart from supervising sluts giving blowjobs that would earn that kind of pay. So I told him and gave him a brief of my resume. It turns out, he is a managing director of one of the companies where I have an interview scheduled. I hope I didn't screw anything up or him come back to you saying I stepped outside my lane."

"Nope. If you do not feel comfortable, you don't have to accept the position," I told her. "Sarah and, I think, Beth Edwards may have positions for you. You have control of where you work, I want you to take the best job and that means the one that suits you."

Pauline grinned and grabbing me into a big hug she kissed me on the mouth and gushed, "Thanks, Boss! You are the best!" I wasn't as confident but was glad she thought so as I watched her all but flounce away.

Lenore took Brenda aside to talk about using her house for more sleeping space for her new girls. I'd already planned to contact John Dupree about converting the last part of the garage. We still had one bay we used for storage. I was very reluctant about giving up my gun shop. It and my office were the last vestiges of my life prior to having slaves. My reloading area was a place I could find solace and decided I needed to spend a few hours there in the morning as self-therapy.

Tammie took over the task of supervising the Trio the next morning since Pauline was away for an interview. They were mainly reading and watching television. Sonya had declared to the group it was unfair for them to do all the chores around the house simply because they were home. I agreed. I was privately gratified when Allie thanked me for being fair, surprised at my response.

I knew Paige was trying to find jobs for the three but wasn't going to hold my breath. All three had been active in Krewe activities, but that endeavor didn't translate well to a history of holding down a real job where you have to report at a specified time and perform assigned tasks that might not be something you want that day. I decided to avoid the aggravation and stay out of the equation.

My resolve to not get involved directly in Lenore's new activities in the Krewe and new slaves was tested that very afternoon. I was in my shop boxing the new hog rounds I'd made when Rene knocked on the door. "Boss, there are two women at the front door. They said they are here to see Lenore, but she isn't home yet. I called Lenore and she said she is on her way and to let them in. I wanted you to know."

As soon as I saw the two women, I knew who they were. Clearly mother and daughter, both had similarly highlighted and styled brown hair. The younger woman's was a tad shorter, coming to just below her jawline. The older woman's hair was just brushing her shoulders and I knew it to be a wig.

My guess was she'd paid a high price for that nice a hairpiece. Robin and Joanne had priced wigs when Lenore first shaved their heads and found them prohibitively expensive. They had to settle for head scarves when allowed to cover their heads at all. I smiled and offered both women a drink. "I have beer and I think wine, but one of my girls can make you coffee or tea if you'd prefer. We usually only keep the coffee pot running until noon or so." They both shook their heads. "Well, have a seat on the couch while you wait. From what I understand Lenore will be along shortly, Liz." She looked startled and said she hadn't introduced herself. I shrugged and said, "It was obvious. And this is Margie, Lenore's college roommate. I'm going to get a beer for myself. Are you sure you don't want anything?" They both shook their heads.

My college girls were milling around, getting started on their late afternoon tasks. Robin came out of the back room and froze upon seeing we had guests. She waved her hand down her body. Nudity in the home was so common they didn't think about it until a stranger arrived. I responded to her silent plea with a shake of my head. Robin could not control her blush as she strode past on the way to the kitchen, her only cover the chastity belt locked around her hips.

Margie reacted first, "Naked and bald? I guess you have a thing for shaving heads."

"And in chastity," I added. "It is a long-lasting punishment, so we only do it when warranted," I said, before calling out for someone to bring me a beer. Rene came to the door to ask how many. Before she could return, the door opened and Geri and Marianne walked inside. Marianne had stopped at Richard's house long enough to drop off her school books and slip into the sweat pants and shirt she wore between houses. Like her sister, she paused to silently question the need to strip. I nodded. Margie stared at the teen as she removed her clothes.

"How many others do you keep nude, bald and in chastity?" she asked.

"A few, but my daughter is over in Baton Rouge attending school and won't be home until the weekend," I said. "We have, let's see, seven total, well eight, but one is rented out and does not live here anymore. You already know about Lana, Allie, and Candi. Like these two, bald girls stay nude at home and locked in a chastity belt full time. Well, except when their dress or activities preclude that, like when they went to the garden party or for their afternoon out like today." I was enjoying myself, watching both women struggle for words.

I knew full well neither woman intended this to be a social call. Both were wearing what I called professional business attire, women's pant suits over what appeared to be silk blouses. They were dressed similar to how Beth had been but in gray and navy blue, power colors according to some advisors I had once had when I worked. An image expert was brought in the attempt to make me appear more like an executive. I'd rejected the proposed changes but had learned a fair bit about the dress for success idea. Lenore often chose to dress in a similar, professional vein.

I had little to say to the women and they had less to say to me. We sat in easy silence. Well, easy from my standpoint, but both of them began to fidget in the silence. Fortunately for them, we only had to wait for about fifteen minutes before Lenore arrived, followed closely by Sherrie. I heard Sherrie softly implore, 'Please?' Lenore shook her head and said softly, "You know the rules," before she greeted her visitors. "Hello, Liz, I was surprised to get your message you wanted to talk. Margie, it's SO good to see you again. I've heard a few updates from your mother but we haven't spoken in what? Five or six years? No, I take that back. You came to my wedding to Doug, didn't you? And of course, my bachelorette party. You and Jessie both came." Margie could not suppress a quick leer. I wondered what happened. "Bas, honey, would you get me a beer while I take my purse to our bedroom? Do you ladies want anything? We have stronger drinks than beer or wine if you'd prefer. Our girls can make a mean drink." Both women decided to accept a glass of wine so I had Rene pour them one and bring them out along with beer for Lenore and a second for me.

Sherrie came out of her room before Lenore returned. Margie stopped and stared at the bald, nude woman. "Sherrie? It's been over a year since I've seen you. You, uhhhh, look far different than the last time when you came up to visit Jessie. She told me you'd been enslaved but she hasn't heard from you since."

I broke in to explain we don't have an open-door policy for family contact. Visitation was reserved as an occasional reward for good behavior and only on special occasions like holidays and birthdays. Margie briefly glanced at me before returning her gaze to Sherrie. She grinned wolfishly.