Quality of life by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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“I thought a filler piece on women’s rights in Africa? We can drop it in when we’re short of news.” Why not? He knows I’m keen on women’s rights and would do my best to cover the topic in an interesting way. I did my research and found through the friend of a friend two feminists who’d just completed their PhDs on Africa studies so gave one a ring. They shared a house and would be delighted to talk to me, why not come round to dinner?

I arrived on the dot at 7:30 pm and was shown in by elderly gentleman who I took to be the butler at first glance. “Marissa and Jacqueline are in the kitchen getting things ready. I’m Eric their landlord by the way.” He took my coat and hung it up behind the door and I followed him through to the lounge where I was greeted by the sight of a totally indecent maid’s outfit that was far too short and showed glimpses of stocking top as she moved. “Hi’ I’m Dr. Shoemaker and Dr. Gingerich is in the kitchen but we prefer to be known as Marissa and Jacqueline. I understand you’re interested in Women’s rights in Africa?” We chatted and Eric came and served me a glass of very good dry sherry Marissa took one as well. Jacqueline poked her head out of the kitchen and said “Hi, I hope you don’t mind our informal dress but its Eric’s birthday and we like to give him a treat occasionally.” Jacqueline’s outfit was lower cut than even Marissa’s and the skirt was made of panels revealing bare thigh above her stocking tops as she moved.

The meal was superb, Eric remained silent though I did notice him fondle Marissa’s bum as she passed but she didn’t seem to take any notice so why should I, after all it was his birthday. We talked about all sorts of issues, how Rwanda was leading the way for women’s rights in Africa as a result of the genocide of so many men in the past was one topic that came up another was what could we do to improve the quality of life for these poor women.

We moved to a sitting area with three armchairs, I took one, Marissa another, Jacqueline curled up in Eric’s lap, he held her with one hand resting on her stocking covered thigh. The conversation flowed on until we reached the subject of modern day slavery. Eric made his first comment of the evening, “But I thought slavery had been abolished years ago.” I explained to him that these days what happened was the family would get into debt often if the crops failed and never manage to pay off the debt or interest. They would then be at the mercy of the money lender and under their complete control becoming slaves in all but name. If the family had daughters they might be sexually exploited. Marissa joined in “But surely they had a choice about whether to get into debt or not in the first place?” Jacqueline looked thoughtful “I wonder if it could happen here?” “You mean someone like us owing money to Eric?” “You owe money to Eric?” “Yes indirectly, he has a fear of collapsing and living on his own no one would notice so he gave us free lodging when we were undergrads.” “Then when we were running short of money his personal company gave us a student loan at a lower rate than the bank.” “So now we owe him $150,000 each but he’s nice and said if we work part time looking after him for five years he’ll forgive the loan. So it’s cheap lodging for us which is great because we need to gain experience by taking lower paid research jobs before we can get into the higher paid ones. That’s why we’re nice to him and humour his wishes about how we dress.” I was horrified “But what happens if he decided to exploit you?”

“What an interesting idea, shall we see? Jacqueline and Melissa I’ve always fantasised about your lips on my cock I think now is the time to realise my ambitions.” The girls looked at each other horrified. “You’re joking aren’t you?” “No I don’t think so, I like having you around but the choice is yours either start licking or say goodbye. If you say goodbye then I’ll have my 8% interest and my loan repaid if you stay life is going to get very interesting.”

I closed my eyes as the two feminist PhDs unzipped him and started to give him oral stimulation. I couldn’t believe my eyes when his white sperm dribbled from Jacqueline’s mouth but worst was to come. “Thank you my dears now I think perhaps Melissa can lie back on the carpet, and Jacqueline can bury your head between her thighs and bring her to an orgasm.” Jacqueline’s blood drained from her face “You can’t demand that of me!” “It’s not a demand, just a request, you have the choice as always to leave me.” She gave into the inevitable and soon Melissa was glowing slightly pink on the carpet.

“It’s getting late my dear so shall I show you out? It’s been truly delightful to meet you and I can assure you your words today will have a profound effect on my quality of life.”