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I'M SORRY SIR!
(Kim Hardwick)

Time to go to my main female vendor, Omar the Mad Arab; only he can come through in the clutch.   "Omar?  Yeah, what's up dog?  Listen, I have a situation.  Do you think you can get me a woman?"  

I nodded, listening to Omar's typical sad sack story, which of course is an attempt to jack up the price of his merchandise.  That's the best way to inflate the price of what is the most easily available commodity in the world, women.

"General, Omar said he can find something for you but the price will be $50,000.  Is that fine with you?"

General Bukutu looked at me with an ill disguised look of shock.

"How is it that your supplier is charging me only $50,000 while Mr. Glass charged me three million dollars?"

I chuckled as only one who has experience buying and selling women can.  "General, you dealt with a Wall Street broker, what did you expect?  Your biggest mistake was assuming a person who deals with securities and is familiar with powerful women politicians could meet your needs.  You made a fundamental mistake.  When it comes to buying women, you need to seek out the services of a professional."

The general frowned and stroked his chin in a knowing manner.  Being a ruthless stone cold killer, he knew I was right.  After all, if engaging in a genocidal war of aggression against your neighbors is your goal, you wouldn't ask a stripper about strategy.

"I see now that I've made a grave and fundamentally flawed decision.  How do I rectify it?"

"You rectify it by letting Omar look at his inventory and select a few choice bitches.  In the meantime, let's see how much knowledge you have regarding the proper upkeep of women."

The general gave me a puzzled look.  "What do you mean by proper upkeep?"

By this time, I was parking my car with the general and Scott in the back seat.  I parked the Bentley in my assigned spot (since I own the entire building, all the parking spaces in the underground garage are mine, but I do favor this one spot.) and led my two guests to the elevator.

"Proper upkeep means knowing how to maximize your female's potential.  Women are no different than having a dog.  You have to train them the same way you train dogs, otherwise you'll have poop all over your apartment."  The elevator opened and I ushered my two guests in.

"Women, thankfully, are easier to train than dogs, though I find them to be not quite as versatile as dogs.   However, since you can't really fuck a dog, a woman will prove superior to our canine friends under certain scenarios."  The elevator stopped at my loft.  I opened the gate and led the general and his bodyguard into my humble abode.

Thanks to my borderline obsession with cleanliness and order, my huge loft apartment is at all times ready for unexpected guests and tonight was no exception.  An important factor though, is my adherence to the Japanese philosophy of minimalism when it comes to furniture; less to clean and vacuum.  Additionally, it helps having a steady supply of aspiring actresses caged and waiting to clean.  For this week, I have a delightfully submissive slut by the name of Tanya Goone.  Tanya was sitting up and waiting for instructions inside her steel cage when we got out of the elevator.

"Sir, you have a naked young girl locked in that cage."  The general pointed out the obvious.

"Well of course she's caged.  How else would I be able to train her?"

"Did you purchase her through your source, Omar?"  The general was most inquisitive.

"No, as a matter of fact, she came to me.  I have a waiting list of over 200 females who desire nothing more than to be my slave for a week and subject them to the most horrific and bestial punishments I can dish out all in the hope that I will include them in my films.  Never, ever underestimate the female's lust for pain and humiliation."  I paused now; I was on to something.

"In fact, my dear dark skinned lover of vaginal enslavement, I would hazard an almost dogmatic opinion that the female DNA has a pain sequence lodged somewhere in the helix.  How else to explain the phenomena I and others of my ilk have encountered not only during the years, but throughout history of women becoming slavishly devoted to those who trample upon them with unabashed brutality and ill-disguised contempt?  General, if you want Senator Hurl, just say the word and Omar and I will get that good for nothing political tramp and show you how to destroy her!"