A Career Change is in Order
"Mistress Morena," Alyssa said, entering the parlor. "I didn't expect you to travel all this way to check up on me. Have I offended you?"
Morena rose as Alyssa entered, as did Stella. Not exactly protocol, but it seemed polite.
"I did not mean to insult you, Alyssa," Morena told the huntress. "I am in somewhat desperate straits and needed to feel like I was doing
something
to solve my problem. An outing to the Uplands seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Please, sit," Alyssa told them. "I see Dosay has gotten you refreshments. And I have gotten you your half dozen. But there is a small hitch we need to discuss."
"A small hitch?" Morena asked, sitting back down with Stella following suit.
"Yes, a small one, I assure you," Alyssa told her. "You will have your product and in sufficient quantities, for the Festival."
Morena was visibly relieved... but suspicious.
"So what is the small hitch? Do you want more money? And how can you guarantee the necessary quantities from a mere half-dozen?" Morena wanted to know.
"No, I don't want more per-head money," Alyssa explained. "I want to go into business for myself."
"Excuse me?" Morena was confused. "I don't understand. You
are
in business for yourself..."
"I mean as a supplier, to you. Kind of a subcontractor Rancher. I'd procure and maintain my own stock and supply high quality, high volume product to you. You pay me fair prices and you get the credit. And it would be both my sister and me runnin' the business."
Morena and Stella both turned and looked at each other with exactly the same thought running through their minds:
Here's our 'other Rancher' to partner with...
"What kind of 'fair price' did you have in mind?" Morena asked, trying not to seem too elated.
"That's the hitch..." Alyssa told her. "I don't know. But you do. I'd need start-up equipment and probably training to do the more extensive genetic testing. And for storage. I can already check for count and motility, radiation and mutation. But I don't have any long-term storage beyond normal refrigeration and I can't do the genetic matching the Matriarch wants. And I'm going out on a limb here and presuming the heat is on because she's your client."
"That's the rumor, such as it is," Alyssa told her. "According to the street, you're the sole supplier and incidentally her only contractor. I don't want to compete with that. I want to partner with you."
"Funny you should say that," Morena told her. "I was just thinking along the same lines. I was going to pay you six thousand for your studs, total. I can tell you it will take almost three times that just to set up your lab. Twice that if you only want Level-1 genetic testing, for diseases and such, plus long-term storage."
"But you seem pretty confidant you can deliver, and not just on one order, but over time. So here's what I can do. 70cc of Class-A product is worth 150. The same of Class-AA is 200. I'll stand you to twenty thousand to get started. You pay it off with product. When you're paid off, we convert to cash at the going rates."
"What would Class-AAA be worth to you?" Alyssa asked.
Morena raised an eyebrow. "If it existed, it'd be between three to five hundred. You hit the mother lode or something?"
"Or something," Alyssa told her. "How long for you to process a sample, to see I'm not blowing smoke?"
"On the off chance you'd had some success, I brought most of what I need in my coach," Morena told her. "You have a sample for me?"
"You want to come get it yourself?" Alyssa asked.
Now Morena was definitely intrigued. This woman was way too confident to be bullshitting. She accepted.
Alyssa stood and told the women to follow her, leaving their servants outside, and she took them down to Dosay's dungeon.
Morena was surprised to see six very healthy looking males resting in the cage. In fact, two were playing some kind of card game. All six looked up as the women entered and although wary, none showed any sign of maltreatment or abuse. They were all watching Alyssa, with furtive glances at the newcomers, and it was obvious she was the Alpha in the room... with the possible exception of Dosay, who seemed to garner the same respect.
Alyssa nodded to Dosay, then walked over to the cage.
"Gentlemen," she addressed them. "This is Mistress Morena, a Rancher of some renown, and her assistant Stella. They are interested in your cum. Which of you wants to volunteer a sample?"
Six hands went up and Morena almost fainted.
Docile???
she thought to herself.
Complacent??? Cooperative??? That must not bode well for their genetics... or Alyssa has them eating out of her hand... or pussy...
