Chapter 10

Laurel did not get back to the apartment until after four a.m... She filled the tub and soaked her weary body for almost an hour before climbing into bed and falling into an exhausted sleep. The alarm woke her at six and with less than an hour's sleep, she dressed in the lingerie which Vickie liked and began preparing breakfast for her Mistress.

"I'll eat here at the table," smiled Vickie, entering the dining area as Laurel was preparing to bring the steaming breakfast to her room

"Yes, Mistress."

Laurel noted that Vickie seemed in unusually good spirits.

"How did it go last night?" asked the young mistress.

Laurel handed Vickie the envelope containing the two thousand.

"Did Penny satisfy them?"

"Yes, Mistress. Mr. Gunnerson seemed quite pleased with her."

"And you Laurel, how was Mrs. Gunnerson?" asked Vickie smiling.

"She is a sadist... but then you knew that."

"Did you satisfy her?"

"You got your money."

"Don't get impertinent with me, Laurel or you'll taste the whip."

"Yes, Mistress," responded Laurel, her back a mass of cuts and whelps from last night.

"I have a question for you."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Who would you say was the most beautiful slave at the Empire Club."

"I think Yuki is the loveliest woman I have ever known."

"Besides Yuki. And who seemed to be the favorite of the customers?"

"Cassandra, the black slave was truly beautiful. Her services were in constant demand by customers and masters alike."

"Where is she now?" asked Vickie.

"I'm not sure. She called me about a month after the Empire Club was shut down and Yuki and I had come here to live with you. She, like a number of the former Empire Club slaves, was having trouble adjusting to the non slave world. She told me she was having trouble keeping a job and that she was frightened to be on her own. She said she stayed in her apartment almost constantly."

"How can I get in touch with her?"

"I think I have her number in my purse. May I ask why you want to contact Cassandra?"

"I need another whore. If I can recruit her as a slave, her services will cost me nothing."

"But a slave would live here. Is there room for three of us?"

"There will be only you and Cassandra."

"But, what about Cindy?"

"Cindy will not be coming back. Mr. Aziez was so enamored of her... special talents... that he made a very generous offer for her and I accepted."

"You... you SOLD her?" asked Laurel in disbelief.

"Yes, for a very handsome price which will help ease a pressing financial burden."

"But... but where will he take her?"

"Suffice it to say Cindy will be residing in the Middle East from now on."

Vickie looked at the clock.

"Their plane left for Rio an hour ago. In a few days she should be seeing lots of sand."

Laurel and Cindy had become friends in the short time since the redhead and Yuki had been traded. Laurel felt that, despite making the mistake of leaving Cindy as Vickie's slave, Donnie had been acting in what he thought was Cindy's best interest. She found it incredulous that Vickie would betray Cindy, and Donnie, who had helped her bring down Andrea's financial empire, as well as rescue Cindy, Yuki and herself from the Empire Club.

"What will Donnie think of that?" asked Laurel.

"Donnie will know nothing about it. If he asks, tell him I have sent Cindy to a psychiatric clinic overseas for treatment... understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now get me Cassandra's number."

"Yes, Mistress."

Within the hour Vickie had contacted Cassandra and set up a meeting at Cassandra's apartment.

"Come in, please," invited the lovely Black.

Laurel had not been exaggerating, thought Vickie. The woman was exotically beautiful of face with a body which could not have been hand sculpted to any better dimensions, her bust, waist, hips and legs in perfect proportion.