The Chattel Farmer

Ch 2 What kind of farm?

Mom goes to get the desert. She carefully places a little dish in front of me with some sort of creamy patty thing on it, then popping of the lid, she carefully pores a brown sauce on each serving. The sauce smells like rich caramel. “It’s Chattel Flan!” mom excitedly announces. I’ve never heard of that before but it smells good. I take a tiny bite and moan as the rich creamy flavor melts over my tongue. Mom tells me that this is only the second time she’s had an edible Chattel cream product even with all the fancy meals she has attended as part of her job. However, her favorite facemask uses Chattel cream. Apparently there are lots of health benefits to the stuff. Then her big reveal is that the job is at a working Chattel farm that is somehow distantly related to her side of the family. I can’t believe that silly social media group that she loves actually is the connection and not one of the blue bloods that she works with. She tells me that I should know from all the requirements that I’ve done so far that it’s very competitive and internships with Chattel are very rare. The farm isn’t too far from our city – a couple hours by mag train then a drive. “Mom! If I get the job how will I find a place to live in such a short time? And I bet they don’t have much public transit out there!” I’m starting to panic as I think about the logistics. “Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you that the job comes with lodging and all meals. I don’t think there’s a stipend but I don’t think you would need to have one. The practical experience and putting something like that on your resume is enough I think!” Well, that’s a relief.

After dinner, I’m gaming again and I get a text message from my mom saying that I have a video chat interview in the afternoon! I text her back about what tie to wear with my suit and she tells not to dress up that much. Just wear a nice shirt. That’s strange but I’ll take it! I should do some research before the interview since this isn’t an agriculture product I’m familiar with from my classes. I start some basic searches on my tablet. Apparently there is a wide use for Chattel products – beauty products, cancer treatments, health supplements, and more. I realized it was some sort of animal product but I was hitting walls when I tried to figure out what animal exactly.

Jackpot! Finally with an image search, I think I found some images. By this point my curiosity is killing me. The first image loads and my mouth drops. It’s a side view of a woman on her hands and knees. One arm is pulled forward, revealing the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen. The lightly tan full mounds hang lower than her elbows! She is slim but full fleshed everywhere except those massive breasts. She’s looking straight ahead and her dark brown short cropped hair doesn’t cover her face. There’s not much more I can tell from the low quality image except the background isn’t like a regular house. Actually it reminds me of volunteering with the animal shelter as a teen with the rubber mat on the floor and the cinderblock walls. I’m shocked. I click on the next image. Basically the same as the first but the . . . chattel?. . . has cropped honey blond hair, a more curvy ass, and unbelievably her breasts seem even larger than the first image. Not hanging down longer but fuller more rounded. Still terrible image quality but I think I see fat n*****s. The last chattel image opens. Same pose as the other chattel. Very dark skin, very short hair, with breasts hanging almost down to the floor and large n*****s that pop against the off-white wall. It’s hard to tell because of the low image quality but all three females seem calm and I don’t see any marks of abuse either. I lower my hands to my lap and feel my raging b***r. These pictures must be a joke or somehow escaped from a porn site. I’m guessing that Chattel are really genetically modified goats or something similar.

The time in the corner of the tablet catches my eye. s**t! Much later than I thought. For half a second I consider logging into one of my games . . . but I know how that will go until 5 am. I save my notes on chattel product uses for the interview, and close everything down. With that decision I understand that I actually want this internship.