Yes Ma'am (Deersack &Glory)

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[DeersackBatman]

~Tattoos aren't a waste of skin, they keep memories that pictures can't hold.. Your a waste of time.~

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⇒ Arching his eyebrows at the loud bang against the door of the males shared bedroom Jesse rubbed his face against the pillow, sitting up he rubbed the sleep from his face and flinched lightly at the sound of a loud scream at the door telling all the guys to get up. Great, it was showing day, the day when each slave was put out on a display for mostly elder females to come and look them over and purchase them. Jesse was never bought, manly because every time someone came to look at him they ended up groping him or making some kind of sexual comment and he would get mad. Problem with Jesse was his temper, once he bit one of the mistresses, thats right, he up and bit her arm right there, right before her hand could reach his crouch. Whatever she deserved it.

Getting up out of the bed the dark haired male groaned softly, one of the boys chuckling at him. "You're gonna be here your whole life boy." The older slave explained. Each of them were soon told to get dressed before being pushed into a large change room were their bags were usually packed so they could leave the building easy if someone bought them. Jesse let out a sigh and looked at his outfit in one of the mirrors after getting himself dressed. Walking out with the boys the blue eye'd male lined up with the rest of them, he stood with a taller bigger man behind him, no not his "master" it was just one of the slave house workers. He was behind Jesse in case the boy decided to bite anyone again. Hearing the bell ring for the mistresses to come in and check them out Jesse rolled his eye's, another day another nightmare. He really hated being put on display like this, but thats the life he was shoved into. ⇦

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~Jesses Tattoos~

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Bambi Lewis was neither rich or poor. She knew how to handle her money now after her parents kicked her out at a young age and she lived in her car for awhile. Things had been looking up since. Her obsession with crime TV shows had led her to become a successful writer, as novel had been published and another was on it's way. However, her days seemed to run together. There was no excitement or adventure to keep her creative juices flowing. She use to work on cars with her brothers back at their dad's mechanic shop, but men would come in there and give her no respect. A woman mechanic was hard to come by, but atleast she did the job right the first time. Then there were the men who would go in to the shop to see her. Grope her. Harass her. She'd decided then that she had nothing to do with men. She wanted to grow old and die alone with twenty cats. Unfortunately, her father believed it would be wasted beauty if she didn't use her outer appearance to find a good husband with a fortune. Of course, that was her father and the debt he needed to repay, that was talking.

Bambi had grown restless over the past few weeks inside her home. There was nothing to give her inspiration for her next book. It was becoming an aggravation more then a pleasure. One of her good friends, Paul, had gotten her a husky dog to keep her company, but she couldn't lean on the dog for inspiration. Bambi sat on her leather couch, wearing nothing but a silk robe. She had a pencil and paper in her hand, waiting for something magical to happen. Perhaps the pencil would start writing for her. Sighing, Bambi scratched her dog, Oscar, behind the ears. ”You are my good boy.” She said, almost too quiet to hear. "Perhaps you need better companionship. You are stuck alone in your house all day." Paul had said, coming in through the back door. He was a good friend of hers. In fact, possibly too good. He was the bandit that stole food out of her fridge in the middle of the night when his husband was out of town. He prefers not to eat alone. Pansy.

Paul walked into the living room and found her. There was a sticky note on her forehead as well. Paul snickered. "Notes for your next book I see? You really should be a little more organized. darling." Paul was a rich rat. Someone who was defined by class and perfect order. His clothes always looked expensive and he barely wanted to breathe the Bambi didn't agree with it. She was an artist. So her home was as unorganized as her thoughts were. Paul sighed, grabbing her by the wrist he dragged her upstairs, helped her get dressed and took her out to his limo. The next thing she knew, she was standing in another room with a bunch of other women, prepared to see the slaves. Paul used his powers of persuasion to convince her of needing companionship during the short ride there. Once the doors opened to let her in the room, she stepped inside and let the other women size up the available slaves. One woman walked up to a young man about her age and placed her hand on his cheek, before walking on to the next slave. Bambi took a liking to his apparel and the look in his eyes. She walked up to him and asked using her soft sweet voice, "What's your name?"

DeersackBatman

 

[DeersackBatman]

~Tattoos aren't a waste of skin, they keep memories that pictures can't hold.. Your a waste of time.~

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⇒ Glancing down at his shoes the boy let out a sigh, he was kind of bored with all of this. There had been a few women that had come and looked at him, but they were either not into it because he wasn't dogging over them or they were interested and he scared them off. This is how it always happened, Jesse didn't want another owner, not after his last one.. But soon a voice he had never heard before began to speak, directing their question towards the five foot eleven male. Raising an eyebrow the male lifted his head and looked up at a very pretty female with the brightest blue eye's ever, just like his. Hearing her comment on his name the boy arched his eyebrows a little straightening his posture as he looked down at her, Jesse parted his lips to speak but was interrupted.

"Jesse James Cabral, he is strong and still young, he is a bit stubborn and hot tempered but with the right discipline I'm sure he will be perfect for you." The elder man behind him mentioned. Turning slightly towards the elder male Jesse's eyebrows knit together in a look of anger, he looked the old man over before speaking. "I can speak for myself chuckles." He commented rudely before turning towards the female. "Hes right on the stubborn part, but I only get hot tempered when a wise guy gets a little mouthy." He replied in his thick New York accent as he looked over at the man through the corner of his eye's. "I'm sorry ma'am, he can get a little out of hand sometimes." The man tried explaining Jesse's behavior as he tugged the boy back slightly by the collar of his leather jacket, he smiled at the lady but Jesse's eye's remained on him. "Besides the tattoos can be removed if they are not to your pleasing." The man mentioned. This made Jesse look away from him, a chuckle escaped the males lips as he shook his head. "Thats not gonna ******** happen." He muttered softly. ⇦

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~Jesses Tattoos~

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[DeersackBatman]

Bump? biggrin

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