Chloe’s Choice Chloe wept. Mistress Kara offered her a tissue, which she accepted. The four-hundred-pound woman looked across the table at her submissive slave and wife, Jo. Jo had the grace to look sympathetic, even if she didn’t share Chloe’s grief. “Why is it so hard?” Chloe complained. “Since those new plastic people came out all any guy wants is one. The housekeeper model can make nine-thousand different dishes and take care of your kids. The ho model one shows you a good time. The 9-year-old one looks and acts like a kid but doesn’t complain when you need a break.” “You should get a job in advertising,” Kara joked. “You’re selling them better than the commercials.” Mistress Kara “Since I hit my majority I’ve been trying to get into an academy. Yanno, to get a job? I grew up here, I’m head and shoulders above the rest of those off-world girls.” Kara doubted Chloe was head and shoulders above anyone. In stature and bearing, Chloe was among the smallest. Kara felt...