Jen stopped in horror at the sound of the name… Perkins, Kyle Perkins?
She looked up at the man across the table, her fingers frozen in place inside her. He didn’t look familiar, his face was obscured behind a grey beard and thick glasses, and he looked almost 60.
She slowly continued masturbating; trying to convince herself that Kyle would be in his twenties now, not his fifties. There was a cough from a lawyer on the Peterson side, Clarissa shifted uneasily in her seat and Jen looked up at the man in question. He was Timothy Downing, chief of the Peterson group’s lawyers.
“Do you expect me to believe that this is legal? Nowhere in the world would anyone get away with anything like this! The poor girl is practically a slave!”
Clarissa cleared her throat. “You are not familiar with the case?”
“NO! But anyone can see this is inhumane!” he retorted. Jen continued to masturbate slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. She could see Mr. Perkins shift in his seat.
“Inhumane against who exactly?” Clarissa asked. “Due to an unfortunate legal dispute Jen is the property of Bradshaw-White-Smith, there are procedures in place to ensure our sexual apparatus is not damaged in any way and there are regular inspections to ensure productivity.”
“But that’s a woman! She has rights!”
Matthew interjected. “Jen has all the rights associated with any property or possession, human rights law states that possessions and animals cannot be granted equal status, due to an unfortunate accident Jen fell into the category of possession and is legally bound to perform that role. Now can we please continue?”
Downing fell silent, but kept his eyes fixed on Jen. The rest of the Peterson group turned to face Matthew as he continued his presentation. Jen felt a single tear roll down her cheek as she started to gasp as the pleasure began to make her crest.