The Chattel Farmer

Ch 3 Before the Interview

I strip off my t-shirt, and smirk to myself when the shirt shoots into the full basket. While brushing my teeth, I look myself over in the mirror. My messy sandy blond hair could use a haircut but I don’t want to stress about fitting it in before the interview. I throw myself a wink from my grey blue eyes. My lightly tanned skin stretches over somewhat defined muscles, with a little sprinkle of hair on my chest. I flex a bit while brushing my teeth. I got into weight lifting to have something to do while waiting for my mom to get home from work. I usually work out two or three times a week at least for a few minutes but I’ve skipped that since classes ended. Just caught up in video games and sleeping in for the last couple weeks. Pulling off my sweat pants I notice that I’m still pretty hard. I step into the shower to rinse off and take care of this problem. I think I’m bigger than average at 8 inches long – not a stick but not a fat d**k either. My girlfriends seemed to like my d**k pretty good. I’m not a virgin but mostly third base is where I get. Standing under the warm water, stroking myself and thinking about the girls over the last few months. Nothing serious since my first serious girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks after college started. The last girl I was sort of dating and hooking up with actually liked it when I played with her breasts unlike my high school girlfriend. She let me know that she wasn’t interested in getting serious with me before classes ended. Thinking about the video from last night, I start imagining f*****g her breasts. Pumping myself with both hands, I close my eyes. The long blond hair morphs into the shaggy bob, and the breasts get a lot bigger. My balls clench. I’ve never had doggy style s*x. I’m picturing taking the blond chattel from behind. Long ropes of c*m explode across the shower. That was pretty intense. I dry off and put on some silky sleeping shorts. I pass out pretty quickly.

My eyes snap open when my alarm starts going off. I’m sure mom is already on her way to work. I was about to hit the snooze and stay in bed for 15 minutes which usually turns into 2 hours, but I remembered that I wanted to get a workout in today before the interview. I grab some gym clothes, noting that it’s my last clean set. Quickly finishing a breakfast of toasted instant pastry from the Auto Chef and a pre workout drink. I head out of the apartment towards the level with the gym. While riding the elevator, I can’t quite remember what day of the week it is so I’m not sure how busy it will be. I hope I don’t have to wait to use equipment.

I’m in luck because not too many people are there. I move through my normal stretches and warm ups. My brain is finally starting to wake up – I haven’t been out of bed this early in a couple of weeks. Thinking about my workout, I decide on a lighter one since I don’t want to be too sore after taking such a long break. I fall into that Zen zone just feeling my body move and counting out the reps on different machines. This apartment complex has a pretty well-equipped gym so it has free weights as well machines. I’ll have to figure out something to do as a work out if I get this farm internship. I’m guessing a little town won’t have a gym. I finish off with a few more stretches. I’ve got that warm post workout feeling plus I’m proud of myself for getting up and working out. I little sweaty, I head back to the elevators to get back to my floor.

Stripping off my gym clothes I remember this is the last clean set, and the basket is pretty full. I tuck everything down inside the Auto Wash basket, pick it up, and pad naked over to the utility closet that has the Auto Wash. After clipping the basket to the machine, I had back to my bathroom and a real shower.  Shaving doesn’t take too long and I decide to take an extra minute to trim the hair around my d**k. I dry off with a towel which is a bit old fashioned. I don’t think it takes any longer than the dry feature on the shower and I don’t like the feeling of the air blasting my body. A little styling gel in my hair and I head to my closet.

I get dressed in a blue polo style shirt and nice pants. My phone buzzes an alert. It’s the Auto chef refill company confirming delivery today. You get a better delivery rate, if you can schedule it during the day when they’re not as busy. Double checking my calendar I see that they should be done before the interview starts. Knowing that soon I’ll be able to get some of my favorite meals from the Auto chef, I have a snack of leftovers. Since I started the wash I could do a few more little things around this place. When I pull my sheets off my bed, I hear a rip. I check the tag and see that these sheets have lasted longer than the guarantee. I shove them into the recycler, and check the level of the recycler. It’s not full yet so I don’t think I need to schedule a pick up. On my tablet, I pull up the apartment’s Auto Fab menu and order a set of sheets for my bed. The pop up tells me I probably need to order some dishes, so I add that to the order. Hopefully my mom can pick up the things from the Auto Fab kiosk in the lobby on her way up to the apartment. My phone buzzes with a notification from the Auto Wash. If anything needs to air dry I should take it out now. I clicked continue since none of my things are that fussy but I leave the setting alone because my mom would kill me if I changed her precious settings. While I’m in the Home Care app, I tell it to start the floor cleaning program. Smirking to myself, I think about how surprised my mom will be when she gets the notifications from Home Care and the Auto Fab kiosk.

The apartment notifies me that our Auto Chef Refill delivery has arrived and is on their way up. Looking around the main room of the apartment, I straighten a few things, then go to answer the door. It’s not a delivery person I know, so we don’t talk much. Quickly counting the containers I see that it matches the invoice, so I sign the authorization. The delivery guy, pops open the front of the Auto Chef, pops out the empty containers and loads the full ones. It takes around 10 minutes. I hope this guy stays on our delivery route since he actually seems to know what he’s doing. After he leaves, I pull up the Auto Chef menu and happily look through the options. Mom ordered some good stuff this time! I order a cheeseburger, which will be done in 7 minutes.

While eating, I look over my notes from Chattel research that I did yesterday. Since I don’t know much about the exact type of business I’m not sure how prepared I am for the interview. I’ve never done an interview like this because my degree track encourages internships next summer so I didn’t get the short seminar on interviews. I’m a little nervous. It’s almost time for the interview, so I walk around the apartment making sure all the cleaning cycles have finished so I’m not interrupted by loud Dings!. There’s a nook off of the main room just for video calls. Most homes have something like this now. It’s got great lighting and a bracket to hold the tablet so the camera isn’t looking up your nose. Deep breath – I can do this.