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aldersprigFor inventrix's prompt.
Tír na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.
“Come oooon, Mom, I’m seventeen. I’m plenty old enough,” Jocelyn coaxed. “I handled that turtle just fine.”
Lady Ermina shook her head. “Well, you’ll have to learn responsibility soon enough. But if we do this, Joss, this is entirely your responsibility. Food, shelter, everything – all by yourself, not letting the household take care of it the way you did with the turtle.”
“I won’t! I will, I mean, will take care of it, all by myself, from my accounts and everything!”
“I’m not increasing your spending allowance, either, Joss. This is going to be completely out-of-pocket for you.”
“I can handle it! This is what I want, Mom, more than anything!”
“Then we’ll do this… but if you can’t handle it…”
Jocelyn was no longer listening; she was hugging her Lady Mother enthusiastically. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mom! You’re the best mom ever!”
“We’ll see,” best-Mom-Ever answered.
Two weeks later, Jocelyn brought home her new slave, her prefect slave, shiny and new and fresh from the store, a pretty little girl much like Jocelyn in appearance. “I’ll call you Amber,” she told the girl.
“Yes, Mistress,” now-Amber answered, frowning.
“Smile more,” Jocelyn insisted. “You’ll sleep here, I guess, in the room here next to mine.”
“There’s no bed, Mistress.”
“Crap. We’ll have to go get one. Can you do that?”
“I’ll need money, Mistress, or a credit card.”
“Fine, fine.”
I’ll need money seemed to be the most common words out of Amber’s mouth over the next few weeks. When Jocelyn refused - or when her account was maxed for the week - Amber either sulked, or simply explained to her mistress why it was she needed this thing. Clothes. Bed. The worst was food; Joss hadn’t thought about feeding her, and it was three days before she figured out that the house kitchen would not send up enough food to handle two of them, and she had to either order out, buy a fridge and stove for her room, or start paying a stipend to the kitchen to cover Amber’s meals.
She hadn’t seen a movie or gone shopping for clothes in a month, Yule was coming, and Amber had yet another demand. New boots. “You don’t even go outside, except to buy more stuff!” Joss finally exploded. “I’m starting to think you’re spending money just to spend money!”
Her perfect little handmaiden smiled at her, the most evil expression Jocelyn had ever seen on a slave’s face. “Perhaps if Mistress had thought to ask me what I preferred to be called, or where I preferred to sleep, we would not now be in this mess.”
Jocelyn stared at the girl, anger rising. “I ought to beat you senseless!” she snapped, as the enormity of what Amber had been doing finally occurred to her.
“Well, you could,” Amber admitted, “Mistress can do whatever she wants to me. But what would her mother think?”
“Mom would… urk. Mom would go spare. Well. What do we do, then? Are you going to keep spending all my money?”
“You can stop me, you know. You could forbid me to spend any money on anything except necessities, and define what you thought a necessity is, and hope you got it right by your Lady Mother’s standards. Or we can work something out.”
Joss made a face. “I can’t just get rid of you, can I?”
“No, Mistress. Not without proving your mother right.”
“Fine.” She sulked on the bed with poor grace. “Oh best-present-ever, how do we work this out?”
inventrix's prompt.Tír na Cali has a landing page here on DW and here on LJ.
“Come oooon, Mom, I’m seventeen. I’m plenty old enough,” Jocelyn coaxed. “I handled that turtle just fine.”
Lady Ermina shook her head. “Well, you’ll have to learn responsibility soon enough. But if we do this, Joss, this is entirely your responsibility. Food, shelter, everything – all by yourself, not letting the household take care of it the way you did with the turtle.”
“I won’t! I will, I mean, will take care of it, all by myself, from my accounts and everything!”
“I’m not increasing your spending allowance, either, Joss. This is going to be completely out-of-pocket for you.”
“I can handle it! This is what I want, Mom, more than anything!”
“Then we’ll do this… but if you can’t handle it…”
Jocelyn was no longer listening; she was hugging her Lady Mother enthusiastically. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mom! You’re the best mom ever!”
“We’ll see,” best-Mom-Ever answered.
Two weeks later, Jocelyn brought home her new slave, her prefect slave, shiny and new and fresh from the store, a pretty little girl much like Jocelyn in appearance. “I’ll call you Amber,” she told the girl.
“Yes, Mistress,” now-Amber answered, frowning.
“Smile more,” Jocelyn insisted. “You’ll sleep here, I guess, in the room here next to mine.”
“There’s no bed, Mistress.”
“Crap. We’ll have to go get one. Can you do that?”
“I’ll need money, Mistress, or a credit card.”
“Fine, fine.”
I’ll need money seemed to be the most common words out of Amber’s mouth over the next few weeks. When Jocelyn refused - or when her account was maxed for the week - Amber either sulked, or simply explained to her mistress why it was she needed this thing. Clothes. Bed. The worst was food; Joss hadn’t thought about feeding her, and it was three days before she figured out that the house kitchen would not send up enough food to handle two of them, and she had to either order out, buy a fridge and stove for her room, or start paying a stipend to the kitchen to cover Amber’s meals.
She hadn’t seen a movie or gone shopping for clothes in a month, Yule was coming, and Amber had yet another demand. New boots. “You don’t even go outside, except to buy more stuff!” Joss finally exploded. “I’m starting to think you’re spending money just to spend money!”
Her perfect little handmaiden smiled at her, the most evil expression Jocelyn had ever seen on a slave’s face. “Perhaps if Mistress had thought to ask me what I preferred to be called, or where I preferred to sleep, we would not now be in this mess.”
Jocelyn stared at the girl, anger rising. “I ought to beat you senseless!” she snapped, as the enormity of what Amber had been doing finally occurred to her.
“Well, you could,” Amber admitted, “Mistress can do whatever she wants to me. But what would her mother think?”
“Mom would… urk. Mom would go spare. Well. What do we do, then? Are you going to keep spending all my money?”
“You can stop me, you know. You could forbid me to spend any money on anything except necessities, and define what you thought a necessity is, and hope you got it right by your Lady Mother’s standards. Or we can work something out.”
Joss made a face. “I can’t just get rid of you, can I?”
“No, Mistress. Not without proving your mother right.”
“Fine.” She sulked on the bed with poor grace. “Oh best-present-ever, how do we work this out?”
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