@Haibane, BlackLightning, Chyrstal<br/><br/>Okay, I'm stepping up to the plate but I feel like I'm going to strike out.<br/><br/>Here's a post for the Emperium NPC receiving Veronica.  I'm posting it here because it assumes/explains certain facts about the world and about the Emperium.  If the three of you approve, I'll put it on the IC thread.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Successful_Black_Man_avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sutcliffe L. Blackman</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside, in the back of the Emperium<br/><strong>With:</strong>The smuggler Linda Tuchamba; Linda's slave, Natalya Kobevko; Linda's captive, Veronica Downing<br/><br/><strong>"Once you black, you never go back,"</strong>I said to my secretary and favorite corporate slave.<strong>"...I don't even put sugar in my coffee anymore."</strong><br/><br/>I had been outside, talking with... more like talking at... one of the corp-cunts that worked under me.  I liked to take little breaks throughout my day, going outside for some sun and air, and bringing my receptionist outside with me, mostly so I could look at her luscious body from head to toe in her see-through slutty version of a sexy secretary outfit.<br/><br/>A cup of fresh coffee and a couple of hits of marijuana helped me relax and appreciate the little things to help me do my job better.  A little bit of sharing the ganja with my slave made her day a little better, too, and more eager to willingly take part in some "dictation."  She took a hit and held the brown joint in her fingertips.  What was I talking about before she asked me how difficult it was to switch my coffee preference from light-and-sweet to black-and-no-sugar?<br/><br/><strong>"Give me a blunt,"</strong>I said to her.<strong>"...assessment of last quarter's figures."</strong><br/><br/>I noticed a Range Rover pull up some distance away.  One... two... three cunts came out - a black one, a blonde one, and a redhead - not that it mattered since, inside, they're all pink anyway.  It was strange seeing the three sluts with no man present.  Given time, I figured that the black cunt was in charge, holding a taser, while the blonde bitch had a cattle prod.  The redhead was at the bottom of the totem pole of pussy, and if they were behind the Emperium, the black one probably wanted to sell the redhead.<br/><br/>My own cunt put the lit end of the joint in her mouth, careful not to burn her tongue, and exhaled through it, blowing the smoke directly into my mouth with our lips only an inch away from each other.  I inhaled deeply and exhaled quickly, then nodded at her, letting her finish the remainder, the roach.  I sighed with a smile, looking at the white girls.<br/><br/><strong>"Remember, I hate crackers,"</strong>I said,<strong>"... in my soup.  I prefer croutons."</strong>I sent her away to order my late lunch.<br/><br/>I straightened up my tie and got into business mode.  Seeing the redhead eating out the blonde was not something I was expecting to see, but I felt myself getting aroused instantly.<br/><br/>I greeted the black bitch, and quickly ascertained that the redhead was indeed for sale.  Mr. Adams had strict rules about what his managers like myself were allowed to pay for slaves - at most, 2/3's of the Determined Market Value, or DMV.<br/><br/>I took out my handheld IR remote to analyze the data on the collar.<br/><br/><strong>"The DMV is set at 9,999 euro."</strong>This was not unusual.<br/><br/>The BAF was a large worldwide organization with a small presence in Monaco, but the slave population was generally enormous.  When it came to regulating slaves, the highest priorities were on those with the highest DMV, and the ones with DMVs below the threshold of 10,000 euro were barely regulated at all.<br/><br/>The result was that black market slaves of low value eventually were put into the system in a quasi-legitimate manner, while less numerous, more valuable slaves required better, more expensive faked credentials, usually involving bribery of BAF officials and/or skilled hacking.<br/><br/>The redhead, in terms of appearance, would turn out to be a bargain.  She was average looking for a slave, and probably would have usually had a DMV of 15,000 euro.<br/><br/>I could only offer, at most, 6,666 euro, 2/3's of the collar's DMV of 9,999 euro.  The black cunt would not know my spending limit, nor would she know that Mr. Adams would pay me the difference if and when the slave were "employed" by the Emperium or otherwise sold away from the usual sales floor of legitimate slaves to an owner who preferred a cheaper slave that was more difficult in personality to train and break on their own.  Mr. Adams, an ambitious businessman, encouraged the same quality in his managers like me, and rewarded them for it.<br/><br/><strong>"I can give you half her DMV, or 4,999.50 euro."</strong><br/><br/>I could have offered more, but this black cunt looked like she was going to whine or bitch or otherwise complain.  She would probably want to haggle and irritate me with the sound of her voice.<br/><br/>I failed to see why any female should be free.  The only thing that should matter is what is between their legs, not what's in their daddy's bank account.  I would have liked to tie her down and beat her black ass before stuffing it full of my cock, but alas, she lacked a collar.<br/><br/>As she blathered on, I still appreciated the situation, thanks to the hazy high I was feeling.  Here were two black people owning and selling two white people.  If our ancestors from hundreds of years ago could only see how far we have come.<br/><br/><strong>"Fine, I'll make it 6,000 euro."</strong><br/><br/>If the deal was made and the slave "hired" or sold, I stood to make 666 euro for less than 15 minutes of work.  That would be more than 10% of what the black cunt were paid, and I was probably spending and doing 1% of her time and effort.<br/><br/><strong>"If you want more, you're going to have to sweeten the pot.  I will add 100 more euro for each of this blonde's holes I sample, and another 100 if she gets me off.  The redhead seems to be getting her ready nicely enough, and I can wire the money to your account immediately."</strong><br/><br/>I waited for her answer.  I wondered if she thought her blond cunt was worth some more money.<br/>