"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.

"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."