Chapter 9

"Ah, Miss McPeak, how wonderful to speak with you again."

"Mr. Aziez? What a surprise. I thought you were still out of the country."

"I had planned on an extended stay in my own country, but urgent business needs find me once again in America."

"We are lining up a series of diversifications for you. Another week or two..."

"Oh, I am quite happy with your representation thus far. I am sure I will find the investments and mergers you recommend quite lucrative."

"Perhaps we could discuss them over lunch or dinner."

"When you are ready, simply let me know. I will evaluate them then. Actually I called about another matter.

"And that would be?" asked Vickie, already aware of what Aziez wanted.

"The last time I was in New York, you arranged a very interesting evening with a most unusual woman."

"Lena."

"Yes, Miss Taylor. A most enjoyable companion."

For you or the horse? wondered Vickie to herself.

"I'm sorry, Miss Taylor is no longer with us."

"How unfortunate. I was looking forward to a most enjoyable evening, especially since I will be flying to Rio tomorrow."

Vickie knew she could not afford to disappoint such an important client. Her mind whirled. Any woman subjected to Aziez's form of entertainment would wind up following Lena's course of action and Vickie knew she most certainly could not afford another lawsuit. There must be some woman who could take a horse without... she smiled. Yes, she thought, a woman who was not only stretched large enough, but who would have no legal recourse if something did go wrong.

"Mr. Aziez, I have just the woman for you. A beautiful woman experienced in providing unusual entertainment."

"And is this woman available tonight?"

"I will see to it."

"Wonderful, have her come to my hotel room at seven, the Biltmore, room 634. We will dine and then proceed to the home of my friends for the evening's entertainment."

"I will personally see that she is at your hotel at seven."

"Thank you Miss McPeak... Do you always take such a personal interest in all your clients?"

"Those whose accounts I value very much."

"Ha!" he laughed, "you are learning fast how to woo your clients."

"And how to keep them, I hope," replied Vickie.

"If this woman is as interesting as the last, you will have no problem in keeping my account."

"You will enjoy her, I promise."

"We shall see. I am looking forward to meeting her."

"I will see she provides exactly what you want."

"The last one was quite enjoyable, but not possessed of much... stamina."

"This one will do whatever you wish... for as long as you wish."

"Then I look forward to a most entertaining evening."

As she hung up, Vickie began planning how to rearrange tonight's schedule. She had already arranged dates for Cindy and Laurel, a middle aged sports equipment manufacturer and his wife. Luckily, Penny was not yet booked. Yes, thought Vickie, Penny and Laurel can service the husband wife duo while Cindy...

"Here is the address. You are to pick up Penny at her home. It's on the way."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Laurel, her voice low, resigned.

"Let me take a look at you."

Laurel turned around slowly to let her mistress examine the long, tight, silk dress, a slit up one side almost to her waist showing lots of thigh and leg. The high neck accentuated her lovely face and hair, while a teardrop cutout under the neck showed sensuous cleavage. The strap on high heels reached just below her knees, while the extremely sheer stockings revealed beautifully tanned legs and ankles.

"Yes, you make a beautiful whore Laurel."

"Is that what I'm to be from now on, Mistress... a whore?"

"No, not a whore, Laurel... MY whore! Now get going and remember I'm receiving a lot of money for yours and Penny's services tonight. There had better not be any complaints!"

"I... understand, Mistress," came the defeated reply as the woman, once her mother, quietly left.

How could something so beautiful as the Mistress/slave relationship Yuki and I shared with her only weeks ago, turn so ugly, so devastating, so hopeless? wondered Laurel as she drove out of the parking garage.

"Now, as for you Cindy," said Vickie, "you will be servicing a very special business client tonight. His tastes in women and sex are unusual, but with your experience I am sure..."

"But, Mistress, I hardly performed sex with the clients at the Empire Club at all. Almost the entire time I was there they... they made me..."

"Yes, well, I am sure Mr. Aziez will take that into consideration. But understand, you will do whatever he asks, no matter what that may be."

"Yes, Mistress," answered the attractive green eyed woman...

Vickie answered the ringing phone, then looked to her beautiful slave as she set down the receiver.

"Your taxi is here. Now remember, you give him anything he wants... ANYTHING!"

"Yes Mistress."

With that Cindy picked up her purse and was out the door. Vickie watched Cindy's hips sway provocatively in the tight, clinging dress as she walked to the elevator.

I hope she isn't hurt too badly, thought Vickie... I need to reserve her for Aziez to use whenever he's in town. Aziez and his stallions can ream them and ruin them a lot faster than I can find them.

"Well, well, aren't you two about the loveliest things I've ever seen," said the sports equipment manufacturer as he held open the door for the two women to enter. His eyes roved up and down both bodies, Penny's outfit just as revealing as Laurel's.

"I'm Carl Gunnerson and this is my wife, Marlene."

Both Penny and Laurel were taken aback by the beauty and overpowering sense of sexuality of the woman who stepped into the room. Her outfit was dazzlingly revealing, but the confident, sensuous smile announced her erotic intentions as she filled the room with her aura of sensuality.

"I'm Laurel. This is Penny," responded Laurel.

"Let's get the business formalities out of the way," said Carl handing an envelope to Laurel. "A thousand now and the other thousand in the morning, provided you are both as good as I am told you are."

"I... guess that's fair," replied Laurel trying to act experienced, but wondering with each passing moment what she and Penny had gotten themselves into.

Gunnerson, dressed in a robe and slippers, passed them both a glass of wine as they sat in the spacious living room. Laurel found it a bit dry for her taste, but politely accepted a second glass when asked. Penny, unused to drinking at all, downed the wine in gulps and was quickly working on her third glass.

"I understand you have something to show us," smiled the manufacturer's wife.

It took a moment for both women to understand what was wanted, but Laurel read Marlene's look and, cueing Penny to do the same, stood and walked to the center of the room where she began slowly and sensuously undressing, Penny following suit.

As the last article of clothing fell to the floor, the wife gave a circular motion with her finger and Laurel and Penny turned to exhibit themselves to the couple.

"Ah, you're a veteran of the Empire Club," smiled the wife, noticing the pierced nipples and labial lips as well as the slave brand on Laurel's hip. "It's been a while since I was there, but I didn't see you, I would have remembered."

"I was there the last few months before it was closed," replied Laurel.

"Well, this is going to be even more enjoyable than I anticipated," she said. "Come with me."

Laurel walked over to the woman who grabbed her by the hair.

"I like my women to beg for it. By the time I'm through with you you're going to beg me to fuck you."

She looked over to her husband.

"I want this one. Is that one all right for you?"

"Oh, yes!" he gasped as he bent Penny over the coffee table, shed his robe and entered her nest from behind.

"I do hope you enjoyed the dinner, my dear," said Aziez as they exited the limo and walked to the front door of the huge mansion.

"It was delicious," replied Cindy, stifling the impulse to add "Master".

The bell was answered by a servant who escorted them through the main hall and down a flight of stairs to a cavernous underground room. Cindy was embarrassed to find twenty to twenty-five people talking and laughing as she and Aziez entered. As an Empire Club slave, Cindy had quickly reconciled herself to being given to donkeys and ponies, but it was the total humiliation of having others watch as she was defiled that was most degrading for her. Now it seemed, she would have to perform sex in front of strangers once again, perhaps pleasure several of the guests before the night was over.

"Our guest of honor," smiled Aziez as he escorted Cindy to the middle of the room where all eyes turned to the lovely redhead.

"This is Cindy who has some special talents she will share with us this evening. Now dear, if you would be so kind," said Aziez stepping back as the circle of onlookers closed to within a few feet in expectation of the show which was just beginning.

Embarrassed, but resigned, Cindy began slowly stripping to the "ooohs" and "aaahs" of the smiling men and women. They seemed especially interested when her breasts revealed the piercing rings as did her labia. But it was the slave brand on her hip that brought tittering and laughter as, unbeknown to Cindy, the guests were almost all former members of the Empire Club, several recognizing Cindy and the unique nature of her performances while a slave there.

"And now for the evening's entertainment," smiled Aziez, motioning to two younger muscular men.

Without warning they seized her by the arms as the crowd parted and two sets of padded bars were brought to the center of the room.

"Oh, God, NOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Cindy recognizing the bars as similar to those used at the Empire Club.

The beautiful redhead was thrown across the lower, waist high bar, her arms pulled out and wrists strapped down. Her legs were then pulled apart and strapped to the floor.

The second higher bar was clamped into position a little past the position of the lower bar.

"No! Pleeeeeeeease!" she begged as large double doors were opened and a black stallion was led in through an underground tunnel.