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."