I timed coming out of university poorly. There had been a move from having in hour tech support to outside 3rd party tech support and I found my 0 years' experience, fresh faced graduate competing with people in some cases decades of experience, nearly impossible. So, I went back and did a masters, increasing my debt, but thinking that I'd have move luck. It wasn't to be. At least not in my field. My cousin had been working for Cealea's Slave Academe as a wrangler and made his way up the corporate chain. I had heard of Cealea's, way before I was born, when the laws were changed to make slavery legal again, she had been a Mistress who had started a very successful business training slaves, initially she would by them untrained, train them up and sell them on. She built up a reputation for her slaves being what anyone who didn't want to train them themselves wanted. Worked out a program which was very very successful and did what any entrepreneur would do...franchised. She created a program which made very successful trainers, who in trained very effective slaves, and grew very rapidly from it.
My cousin, 6'2, started out as just a Hand, out of school, but soon was promoted up the ranks. Now, I'm not the biggest of people, a hormone imbalance during puberty, that I as a typical male ignore for way to long, resulted in me being a stunted, skinny 5'6, and while my medication had fixed a lot of my issues, it did mean I would be no use as a wrangler, however like a lot of business's Cealea's had started automating parts of the process. Lots of the parts of the processes in fact and the franchise he worked at, needed someone to help maintain the systems on a day-to-day basis and be an intelligent pair of hands so corporate didn't have to send a specialist engineer out for every tiny little problem.
I wasn't the most qualified, I certainly didn't have any experience, but the owner of the franchise took a liking to me when I interviewed, and my cousin had asked to set me up with a job...nepotism for the win. A year of training and I found myself working the night shift monitoring the VR trainers.
A big part of the business was in training slaves, but it wasn't actually the most profitable part. Oh sure, like a lot of similar businesses, they had a slave rental service. Trained slaves who could be hired out, largely maids where I worked, but some bed warmers, a ponygirl or two, we even had a domme who had gotten herself in some financial trouble. This too was profitable, but no where near what the weekenders made us. Free women and men who paid to be trained like a slave. In some cases, there was even special offers, put one slave in for training and rent a replacement slave with a discount. Since there was no ownership transfer, no need to go through the institute of slavery, and so no need to worry if said slave wasn't actually a slave...or if the person putting them in, was themselves. Corporate made a big deal about ensuring none of the franchises ever enslaves some of their weekenders. At least against the will of the person. About 30% of the people who did a weekender session ended up going full collar, but they did that through the right process and would go up on the block freely. There were terms in our contracts which could result in our own enslavement if we took advantage. Which is kind of how I found myself in the predicament I was in...My cousin had fucked up.
Kelly stormed into the monitoring room, my home away from home, my office, where I spent most of my days. In one corner there were several lockers, which due to the out of the way nature of the room, only I used, as the others certified for my role could do it from their own offices. A small kitchen of to one side met my coffee needs, and food if I just wanted hot water or food needing just a brief moment in a microwave. Dotted around the room laid test beds for checking equipment and work benches for making repairs. There were also a few miscellaneous frames which had been recently installed, but I had yet to read the manual for. A job for later once the guests were in bed. Not far from the door, taking up a corner we had the monitoring station, where I was learnt back watching over the monitoring software of the 99 slaves presently going through various training sessions while sipping a large mug of tea.
"Please tell me Chuck didn't borrow 4646 for his fishing trip?" I looked over at our new boss with a look that told her that was exactly what my cousin had done. Kelly's dad owned this franchise and about 4 others in our region of the country and had recently given management of this one over to his daughter after she had finished her degree in Slave Management and worked her way up the ranks. She ran a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair and said "Fuck!"
"What's the problem?" Senior Wranglers 'borrowing' slaves and even weekenders, while not technically allowed was something usually overlooked as long as the slave wasn't abused and I also knew that 4646 and Chuck were engaged to be married and this was mostly them having fun, being a weekender meant she just got to play out a fantasy they both had. I also knew Kelly knew this, it wasn't the first time and the three of us, with a few other staff members had been out drinking together enough times that we had a friendship, even if there was that divide between staff and the boss.
"A just heard from Daisy," a waitress at the local restaurant, "The Corporate inspection team are eating dinner and she overheard them discussing their inspection of here. Fuck. How quickly do you think he can get her back?"
"Hours at least...assuming I can even get hold of him, he sometimes leaves his phone in the car..." I pull out my phone and we can both just hear the ringing...
"Fuck. Know anyone who might be willing to pretend to be a weekender for a few hours?" I shrug and the pair of us quickly call around the few people who we might be able to talk into it...with no luck. "I'd do it myself, but I need to be here as we don't have any other senior Wranglers...fuck...can't believe I'm going to ask this..." she stops and looks down at the message she just received. "Shit, they are on the way here. Please could you pretend to be a weekender, between your small size, and a wig..." she stops at the look on my face, I couldn't believe she was asking this. "I'm desperate Mike. My dad would never forgive me if I lose him a franchise, Name your price!"
I didn't agree with her appraisal of her father, but little mike had woken up and overruled my brain. "Two things." I said agreeing. "No one must ever know." I knew her well enough to trust her to keep her word.
"and the other?"
"You."
"Me?" she says her eyes going wide, I could see her thinking I meant slavery.
"One date."
"Done." She says quickly with a sigh of relief. "Get stripped, I'll grab the gear and a wig...what size are you?" she quickly runs out the room on getting my response.
Getting out of my clothes didn't take long, and I was only naked for a moment before she comes running back in and drops a load of things on the couch.
"Oh" she says taking a look at my naked body for the first time. Along with the stunted growth, I also had some other issues...that I normally covered up with a compression vest. While I'm not to shabby down below, I also sport pair of breasts. "No body hair?"
