"What do you think of fifty thousands?" A blonde woman, somewhere in her thirties, asked Oliver. Blonde, blue-eyed and absolutel stacked, the gorgeous beauty was staring at him like she wanted to eat him up.
"Think about it, you'd be our slave, our official toy, forever. Doesn't that sound nice?" The second woman, looking like an older copy of the first, emphassized. "Property of Jackie and Dorothy Morrison."
Oliver paused. He was one of the few free males left in the city. "Well that's tempting. But fifty thousand seems a little low considering what I'd be giving up." He said. The pair of women had been trying to buy him out for months now, but he had been pretty adamant about not giving up his freedom.












