Chapter 7 - once you got to the bad

The following quarter of year went really well in financial terms. PfR was making good money from a constantly growing customer number. Due to the support from her first 3 girls even the 'conditioning' of the 3 newcomers was not so stressful any more. Of course, in the three month not only the cash deposit was growing. The girls all three had gotten fatter and fatter. As well as Claudia, who, despite the fact that she finally had reached the end of her 'punishment', still continued to gain. This three month she had ballooned up to 150+kg, turning her into a jiggling and wobbling fat blob. She didn't even got disgruntled when Amanda called her the first time "My whale"!

Naturally, in a semi legal (or better half criminal) business like PfR not everything can go always well. As it turned out, one of the newcomers simply refused to join PfR and, as she angrily shouted, become a fat and disgusting cow! When this woman threatened Amanda with going to the police and pressing charges for being taken hostage and fattened up against her will, Amanda saw no other possibility as to drug her again. For the following week Amanda was fretting about this problem, but no real solution came to her mind. Of course, she could keep the woman drugged and stuffed until she was too heavy to run away (as per the moment her most favorite idea), but doing business with such an immobile would be quite awkward if not truly inconvenient. This problem as well as getting the money of her not registered and therefore not taxed 'business' laundered were now here biggest headache. But sometimes you simply have to be persistent and try to come to another solution.
One morning, when checking the mails in her business account, Amanda found a slightly disturbing mail:

Dear Amanda

I'm watching you and your small business now for a few weeks. It surprises me that your somehow amateurish adventure has not landed you in prison by now! I'm also aware of your actual problems (the pigheaded girl as well as your money problem) and I could offer you solution for both. If you're interested, meet me tomorrow 9:00 pm in the Lobby Bar of the Hilton Hotel. Just drop in, I will contact you there.

P.S.: I will do nothing to expose you to the authorities, but if you continue in your current way, it's only a matter of time until you will be locked away!

MoD

More than a little shocked by that mail Amanda leaned back in her chair and did nothing than ponder about that offer for hours. Finally she concluded that it might by in her best interest to meet with that mysterious MoD.

Ten minutes after nine the next evening Amanda entered the Lobby Bar. She looked around, but not surprising at this time the bar was quite filled with all kind of people. She found a small table in an alcove, sat down and ordered a gin tonic. A few minutes after she got her cocktail, a woman in a fine tailored business suite walked into the room. After a fast glance around she slowly walked towards Amanda's table. Only a handful of years older than Amanda, she looked 100 percent successful business woman. Once the woman reached the table, she smiled at Amanda and asked in a pleasant voice if she could take place at her table. Amanda nodded in response and the woman sat down in the alcove with her back to the room. Once her face was off public, the smile vanished and was replaced by an unreadable mask. Instead of greetings she simply opened with: "As you surely expected, I'm MoD. I'm very happy that you decided to meet with me and discuss your problems, the ones you already know as well as the others you're not even aware off!" Amanda silently nodded but extended her hand for a shake. With a little smile in her masklike face the woman took on the offer. "I see this as an agreement, so I will let you know what I have to offer! First, for your monetary issues I can introduce you to a very inventive and clever associate of me, who will take care of this problem of yours. The fees for this service will be 10 percent of the handled money and this condition is not negotiable! I think this is a fair price for keeping the revenue authority of your back!" Amanda thought a while and then silently nodded in agreement. With a little bit brighter smile on her face the woman continued: "As for the unyielding new member of your business, I will take her of your hands and I can assure you she will never turn up in this country again to file any charges!" Seeing the shocked expression in Amanda's face she suddenly laughed. "Oh, I don't plan to kill her and bury her in a hidden place! I have a lot of patrons in other parts of the world, and quite sure a find a consumer for her among them!" Watching the expression on Amanda's face going from shocked to calculating she again showed a flimsy smile. "Of course I will share the revenue with you, let's say 25 percent! Look, this is quite generous for me having the connections as well as the cost and risk for the transportation! And let me add that in the same way we can handle other upcoming human resource problems! I'm quite sure with growing success you also will intent to expand your business and so there's always a chance of the one or other pigheaded person! There's also the question what you will do with your longtime 'workers'. I know you offered them a not yet defined 'retirement' bonus after 3 years. But let me point out the following to you. You have seen their progress in weight gain in the last 3 month! Of course once they reach certain weight limits that gain will slow down a bit, but it will never stop as long as they are overfed on a daily or weekly basis. So, in about two to two and a halve years you will look at your first few 250 to 300kg fatties. Then the transportation and other caretaking means will go up too. I offer you to handle those BIG problems in the same way like your current pigheaded one! Let me assure you that there will be fat revenue for dealing in such fat pigs!" After that lengthy explanation the woman leaned back and simply watched Amanda pondering these not only a little bit criminal offers. After a meaningful silence of ten minutes she could clearly see that Amanda had made a decision. Amanda again offered her hand and when the woman shook the hand she only said: "Welcome partner!"

The woman now openly smiled, signaled the waitress and once she reached ordered a bottle of champagne. "Let us salute to your wise decision and to a successful business venture! If you still have some questions feel free to ask!" Without a longer thinking, Amanda blazoned out: "I know it's a stupid question, but what does MoD stands for? Your name initials?" The woman shook her head and answered: "No, my parents gave a rather stupid name, so no. MoD stands for Mistress of Desires, all kind of desires I providing for!" After an hour of sipping the champagne and discussing their agreement further, the women parted and Amanda went home.

As promised by MoD the accountant contacted Amanda some days later to discuss how to handle her 'tax-free' money. She did not hear anything further from her new associate, but one week later two burly looking women in nurse uniform and a wheelchair appeared at her door. Without further explanations they picked up the still heavily sedated woman and disappeared. But a few days later a courier with a small suitcase showed up. He handed the suitcase and a mobile number over to Amanda. Calling the number she got connected to MoD, who told Amanda the pin number for the suitcase as well as compliment her on her first successful business. The case contained $ 25k. Seeing this amount of money she now understood the final words MoD had told her on the phone: "The revenue depends on the weight. Just think about the money you can get for really, really fat pigs!"