Thread: The Taming of the Brat ((Vivid and Day))

Jesus, do you hear that? Sounds like a fuckin' banshee, one joked to the other, the two friends standing about fifteen feet in front of Karris and slightly to a side. A small group of about seven or eight had gathered around her spot like some sort of animal convention the women had been brought out into the display area of a large, open warehouse, bound and robbed of any personal pride in hope of potential buyers. ...pride? Women didn't have such a thing. What the hell did they even have to be proud of? Yeah, sheesh! What a goddamn drama queen. I'd say they should muzzle her but it looks like they already tried. The two men jested amongst themselves from their spot, as did most of the rest of the small crowd to one another, scoffing, laughing at the redhead. Oh, gorgeous she was indeed, a prize in the physical sense, but her atrocious actions were a turn off for any who even looked the way of her booth. In a showroom full of quiet, obedient women waiting patiently as they were shown with only collars, no gags or even ropes, the customers who paid Karris any attention were simply enjoying the train wreck that was an untrained female, while wondering amongst themselves, amusingly so, if anyone would even buy such a nasty little embarrassment! He didn't have much choice though, Jeremy thought to himself with a short sigh, with a hand going to his face to snatch the bridge of his nose betwixt two fingers. Did she really need to scream like that? Ugh! Why the hell did the good ones have to cost so much?! Here he was just a few years removed from college with an accounting degree under his belt and a nice three bedroom house he'd just bought after saving up for the down payment for a number of years. Between the payments on that and on school loans... he made a nice amount of money at his job, but those were two hefty monthly payments, plus he needed to look into getting a new car in the near future. One of the more desirable females was simply unaffordable right now - who knew they could cost so much?! - and would be for at least another four or five years! Sighing to himself, he looked at the redhead's sign... 70 off! Clearance! No refunds! She was a bargain. And right now a bargain was all he could afford how horribly ironic that he had just bought a rather sizable house and couldn't afford a female to put in it! His friends would understand, he was sure, but it was pride and status and all that. He was doing well for himself now, so why shouldn't he be able to enjoy these things? At twenty-eight it was still considerably good compared to most. And if he bought this loudmouthed bimbo he wouldn't have to keep renting other women from his coworkers every time he had the physical need. Still, Jeremy stood toward the back of the small crowd, listening to two of the guys go back and forth with little quips about her. He smirked at some. Reaching a hand up to run his hand through short dark hair, then tilting his chin upward as he moved to scratching the day-old stubble along his jaw, he went from looking to this woman to looking at her sign, to looking to her, to her sign, before finally sighing to himself and calling out, Eighty off. Pardon? Karris' keeper called, the man turning from the feisty redhead to the crowd, his eyes trying to pick out the voice. Eighty off and you've got a deal, Jeremy repeated, looking up to the man. That'd put her down to twenty thousand, down from a solid hundred they must have originally sought for her. Ah, the sign says seventy, my friend! That's plenty generous enough! He smirked. Yeah, and you close up shop in an hour. And the only guys here lookin' are just making fun of her. ...Seventy-five, he said after a breath. So that made her twenty-five thousand? I can live with that, the dark-haired Jeremy responded after a moment of thought. He looked to Karris, looked to her eyes as he continued scratching his chin. Maybe he should invest in that one guy's joke and buy her a muzzle before bringing her home, he thought with a smirk.