Unknown - The big whip-off

An option Kay liked a lot!

There was more though. Like the leather straps at her wrists, elbows and ankles, all which matched the one circling her neck. Gleaming with the bright silver studs, rings and buckles which were part of each.

And then there were the shoes. Kay had always been justifiably proud of her legs. These outrageous heels Leslie had gotten made her legs even better!

Now all she'd have to do was learn how to walk in the damn things. They were really bedroom shoes. Something you'd slip into to make a desired effect, like making your lover crazy with desire, but you never really expected to go anywhere in them.

They were beautiful shoes and they did fantastic things for her legs and ass, but with heels taping in at five inches high, they were killers to strap on. The old style look of the wide ankle strap was the one thing about the shoes Kay did like though.

"We don't have to move around a lot, do we?"

Kay's feet were hurting already and she didn't want to think about how long the evening could turn out to be.

"We will have to mix around to a certain degree." Leslie's voice was getting closer.

"I sure hope we can keep it to a minimum. These things are cruel… Oh my!"

"It is rather fetching, isn't it?" Leslie said proudly.

She was wearing what could have been considered a cocktail dress, if only from it's styling. Her dress was perfectly suited for an upper class B amp;D gathering. It was made of paper thin, glove soft leather! The neckline went far beyond a simple V-cut. It left behind a wide gap not ending it's downward plunge until reaching her navel. Opening and exposing the soft inner swells of her full chest for the enjoyment of any who wished to look. To make things even, the dress was backless down to the beginning of Leslie's ass crack. In case that wasn't enough of her flesh to be put into teasing view, there was a slit on the left side of her dress which came up to her sweetly curved hip.

Her hair had been moussed and teased, fluffed out from her head and making her look like a wild jungle woman. A very high class one, of course. One who was sparkling with radiated excitement.

A light dusting of glitter on her nylons made her legs shimmer each time they appeared courtesy of the high slit of her dress. The heels of her open toed sandals weren't anywhere as sever as Kay's, but they too did nice things for her legs.

"I thought I was supposed to be the one looking pretty," Kay pouted. "Now who's going to notice me?"

"Don't be that way. I'm just dressing for the part. You'll be the prettiest slave girl there. And believe me, you'll be noticed," Leslie promised. Her long fingernails traced over the redhead's body, reminding Kay how close to being naked she was.

"Well… so long as people notice me."

"They won't be able to take their eyes away," the dark haired Mistress-to-be said as she snagged one nail under the flap of leather covering over Kay's left nipple. Flipping it up to expose the ripe, red bud. "They'll simply eat you up."

Kay felt a sudden rush as her pussy got more than moist at the thought of getting that much attention from so many people. "Great! Then what are we waiting for?"

Leslie closed up Kay's halter once more and they climbed into her car. The drive over wouldn't have taken very long if they had been going anywhere in Southern California besides Beverly Hills. There was something about that exclusive residence for the rich which seemed designed to keep others out. For some of the homes, you nearly needed to have been born there to puzzle out the way in or out.

Another stumbling block for them was that Kay had the map book in her lap and was playing copilot. She was too busy day dreaming about the number of people she'd be able to tease with her body to pay much attention to where they were going. Or how many times they missed their turn offs.

Once they did get to Davis' estate, and saw the types of cars parked around, they nearly turned around again. It was almost embarrassing to pull up onto this drive way with only Leslie's Mazda RX-7. It stuck out painfully here where obviously the Mercedes was something you used only in an emergency. Luckily the valet crew was too busy looking over Kay and Leslie's bodies to ever bother taking a glance at what they showed up in, and once inside, nobody else would ever know.

Neither of the Dirty Pair had been part of a job like this one. Yes they had dealt with kidnappings and disappearances, but never anything like a B amp;D party. They really had nothing to draw upon from personal experience and it would have all been a complete mystery to them if Kay hadn't of gone out and rented a couple of video tapes to look over.

She'd even enjoyed the response she had gotten from the guy at the adult bookstore she needed to visit to find the things in the first place. Renting tapes with titles like 'Bind Me, Fuck Me!' and 'Whip Me Hard, Fuck Me Harder!' and having such a lush body, the guy behind the counter was more than just a little bit interested with her. If he hadn't of been so greasy looking she might have even hung around to take him up on some of the personal tutoring he was offering.

Just to prepare her for the mission of course.

Leslie and Kay had watched the two tapes and there had been a couple of scenes which were hot enough to make the girls about ready to reach out for their trusty dildos. Still, for the most part the tapes were mostly examples of bad acting and obviously faked spankings or whippings. Neither tape did much to prepare them for what they were about to walk into.

Such as the very degree of luxury suddenly surrounding them!

There wasn't an inch of the mansion, or it's furnishings, that didn't proudly proclaim wealth. The same was true with the guests as well. This could easily have been a cocktail party for the overly rich, if you were to overlook the slaves standing or kneeling at the sides of their well dressed owners.

Tuxedos and expensive gowns at one end of the spectrum, with the finest of leather wear at the other.

As Kay looked around at some of the other slaves, she almost felt overdressed.

"This is incredible," Leslie said as she wandered around the huge house. She had clipped Kay's wristlets together with a short length of cheap chain before they had left the car. Now the redhead was following her partner around like a dutiful slave.

"They'll never notice me."

"Don't whimper. You'll get noticed."

"Yeah? By who? Look around at some of these people. I'm nothing but an old frump dressed like this."

"You want to take it off?"

"Well it would be a start."

Leslie let out a sigh. There were times when she hated how Kay only used her hormones to think with. Sometimes there were more important things in life besides getting your pussy thoroughly stuffed.

Like living in a house like this.

Wow!

It almost made Leslie wonder if Davis might be in the market for another slave. It would be worth taking a spanking or two to have a place like this to call home.

The deeper inside the house they worked, the thicker the crowd was. The agents were now in a room large enough to play professional sports. With stands for the cheering fans included. The girls seemed to have found the place to be. There was a feeling of anticipation building, as if something was going to happen.

And soon.

Leslie only wished she had some idea what it might be. Or what they were really looking for.

Infiltrating this party had seemed like such a good idea at first. Now that they were here, Leslie came to the conclusion that they probably didn't have all that good a lead to start with. And there were far more people attending this gala then either of them would have guessed. Too many to question.

Leslie felt the need to regroup. To settle down and come up with some game plan. It was pretty much standing room only, but Leslie did see a couple of empty chairs at a nearby table.