Unknown - The big whip-off

"Would you mind? I only need to catch my breath," she asked the only man sitting at the small table.

"Certainly, certainly. Far be it from me to turn away a beautiful woman. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm…"

"Preston Davis," Leslie quickly interrupted, half dazed. "Our host for the evening. Thank you for having me."

"Ahem," came a voice from behind.

"Us that is. Your's is such a delightful house, much like Daddy's," Leslie lied.

She couldn't believe their luck. There had been no real reason for them to think they'd be able to actually meet, or talk, with Davis personally. Leslie was hoping just to pick up some inside, background info on the man.

Now suddenly, here they were face to face with the man. Better still, Davis was delightfully charming and cordial.

"And who might your father be?" Davis asked, sounding actually interested.

Bringing on a second of terrifying hesitation. This was a portion of their cover Leslie hadn't given any thought to. She didn't have a good bluff. Not one that couldn't be easily checked or easily exposed.

"I'd rather not talk about him. Daddy and I are having a little tiff. And I'd be ever so much more interested in talking about you."

The smile she was flashing Davis was enough win anyone over. Putting an equally winning smile on the multi-billionaire.

"Of course, but please, sit down and make yourself comfortable."

Leslie was lowering herself into the offered seat, Kay ready to take the empty chair next to her, when Davis motioned toward the floor next to him.

"Oh! First, may I introduce my slave Ilisa."

Because the girl had been kneeling on the ground, the Dirty Pair hadn't been aware of her existence. Then it struck Leslie how it was only natural for a slave to be kneeling submissively like that. Leslie quickly reached behind her. Hoping the move wasn't noticed by Davis, she gave Kay a back handed shove, making her friend miss sitting on the chair completely.

Kay hit the floor with a thump, a grunt and was ready to bounce back up to give Leslie a good shout.

Stopped only because Leslie was faster, moving a spike heeled sandal onto the fallen girl's chest. Holding the redhead to the floor and adding a good deal of embarrassment as people at surrounding tables turned to look at her.

Ready to start clawing and kicking at her partner, Kay now saw how the other slaves were all kneeling attentively at the side their dominant. She still wasn't happy about the way Leslie had put her there, but at least Kay quit struggling. When Leslie felt the resistance stop, she took her foot from between the redhead's breasts.

Kay at once spun herself around so she was on her knees. Only the top of her head appearing up over the edge of the small table.

She was looking straight across at Ilisa.

Kay's eyes had to travel up a long way before she was able to take in all of the Nordic Goddess. The blonde was incredible, not only in stature, but in beauty as well. A stunning woman, well over six feet tall, with a body any centerfold could feel jealous for.

And most of it was on display!

The only thing the blonde slave wore was a leather body harness. Nothing more than a series of tiny straps circling her body. They were spaced out three to four inches apart and connected together with lengths of small chain.

The visual effect was nearly as stunning as the slave herself. Along with it's intriguing look, the costume could also be used to place the woman in an unlimited number of bondages simply by hooking various straps together.

Seeing the slave only made Kay feel like an old frump again, and she quickly began to sulk.

"And this is my slave, Kay."

Leslie was doing her best to act proud. Something difficult to do while she was pulling and tugging at the redhead in an effort to get the girl to stand up. Once she did get Kay to her feet, the sulking girl wouldn't do so much as to look across to either Davis or his blonde slave.

"Lovely," Davis said in a more than polite manor. His eyes were lingering over every one of Kay's curves almost lustfully. "And the way she keeps her eyes downcast, she must be exceptionally well trained. You say her name is 'K'? Is that in the same way as 'O'? Has she been to the Chateau?"

Kay was the first to respond, doing so with a nod of her head. Neither girl had the faintest idea of what the billionaire was talking about, but when you put things together the way Davis seemed to have done, Kay thought he was asking if she was O.K..

"Yes sir, um, Master. I've done a bit of skiing and stayed at a lot of places called chat…"

Thump!

Kay ankle hurt where Leslie kicked her. Before she could complain, her "owner" was pushing her back down to her knees.

"She's still rather a project. She's relatively new to me and I'm still training her to what I like," Leslie said quickly. Hoping that their total lack of knowledge hadn't been given them away already.

"Yes, yes," Davis said with a smile. "It does take so long. It's so much energy to get them trained just right. That's why I'm so lucky with Ilisa. She's my personal slave, perfectly trained I might add, and she takes care of my other slaves for me."

"And how many would that be?"

Davis dismissed the question away with his hand. "I've lost track long ago. Let's just say it's a big house, and one never knows when you'll be entertain a guest." Then as he looked around the crowded room, "Or how many."

Leslie blankly stared at the man for an instant. He couldn't be serious, could he? Why the number of slaves necessary to host this many people would be staggering. Which made the possibility all the more interesting to her.

Davis would have to have someplace to house that many slaves, which meant one more could easily be mixed in.

No matter how unwilling she was!

One glance down to Kay told Leslie that her partner had come to the same conclusion. Their breaking up to cover more ground may indeed turn out to be very important.

Ilisa had taken her place at her Master's side once more, staying quiet as the two dominants talked. It was also rather plain to see that she was up to something. From the little twitches Davis was making, the blonde's hands must have been quite busy under the table cloth.

Ilisa's hand play and Leslie's chit-chat were interrupted by a tuxedoed servant. "Excuse me. We are looking for volunteers for this evening's entertainment."

The man's eyes looked over once, very quickly to Ilisa. The man obviously knew who the woman belonged to and wasn't expecting for her to be volunteered away for anything.

His gaze did spend a good deal more time on Kay.

"This is my first attendance at one of Mr. Davis' wonderful parties. Just what kind of entertainment are we talking about?" Leslie asked sweetly.

Kay was already shaking her head.

"Nothing much. Certainly nothing your slave would find demanding. It's only a little diversion to help keep the party from getting dull. These simple diversions always seem more exciting when use slaves brought by a guest. It all adds to the sense of realism," the servant said, giving a slight bow.

Damn, Leslie thought as she listened to the oily little creep. He'd make a great used car salesman. Or maybe junk bonds…

Kay was still busily shaking her head. Leslie looked down to her, silently mouthing, "You can mix with other slaves."

The redhead still didn't want to play any part in a diversion for this bunch.

Leslie turned back to the patiently waiting servant, shaking her head sadly. "I think not tonight. I think I may have need of her services later."

"But of course we wouldn't expect you to do without," the servant quickly said as if he'd forgotten to mention something very important. "We would naturally provide another slave to see to your needs."