have the most divine pussy lips you've ever seen.'
Rachel opened her mouth, ready to protest that she didn't want to spend a week being trained beneath Pearl's cruel hand. She knew it would embarrass Master Vince if she did speak on her own behalf but the alternative, the idea of spending a week with the slave trader, was even more unpalatable. A part of her was tempted by the prospect of having her labia modified but she already knew the price for that transformation would be far too high. Struggling to find the courage to voice her reservations, she almost cried with relief when Master Bernard interrupted.
'You can't have her this week,' he said flatly. 'This week I've been promised exclusive use of Rachel at my albergo.'
Pearl glared at him but he only met her antipathy with a benign smile.
'My brother's quite right,' Master Vince agreed. He looked unhappy at having to break the news and Rachel wondered why he cared so much about the slave trader's opinion. 'I did tell him he could take Rachel to his albergo this week. Perhaps you could content yourself with working on her servant, Helena?'
Helena switched her beseeching gaze from Rachel to Master Bernard and then to Master Vince but no one paid her any heed. Pearl didn't look pleased with the arrangement and, with obvious bad grace, she said that would be acceptable.
But, seeing the way the slave trader glared at her, Rachel knew she had only delayed an inevitable confrontation.
CHAPTER SIX
Master Bernard had organised an honour parade to celebrate Rachel's arrival at his albergo. He greeted her in the hotel lobby, kissed her lightly on the cheek, then travelled with her in the lift to his private living area on the hotel's uppermost floor. Neither spoke during the ascent, both watching the level indicator as it measured their progress up to his exclusive penthouse domain.
It wasn't the first time Rachel had visited the albergo but each return was always preceded by a wealth of forgotten pleasures. There was the excursion from Master Vince's estate; a chance to dress in clothes rather than only her ermine cloak and the knowledge of how desperately Master Bernard wanted her there. There was also the secret pleasure of walking alongside strangers, all of them inhabitants of the normal world and each blissfully ignorant to the dark nature of her vocation. But, best of all Rachel thought, there was the ceremony Master Bernard always prepared to welcome her arrival. It always proved to be a stimulating start to the most wonderful weekends.
The lift stopped and the doors opened on the red and gold splendour of the albergo's uppermost floor. Rachel had time to see some of Master Bernard's staff waiting expectantly along the corridor before he pushed a crystal goblet into her hand.
'You know what to do with this,' he told her. 'I'll be waiting for you.'
Because she had visited his hotel before - and because she had seen his staff were in readiness - Rachel knew exactly what to do with the goblet. She thanked him, watched him make his way along the corridor, and then went to the first couple who waited by the lift's open doors.
A dark-skinned woman knelt in front of a suited man. She was naked and her dusky breasts gleamed dully beneath the baffled lights. As Rachel approached her, she unzipped her partner's pants and released his erection. Holding the slender length in one hand, moving the glans close to her richly-painted lips, she studied Rachel expectantly.
Rachel knelt next to her on the floor, placed the crystal goblet by the woman's side, then nodded.
Immediately the dark-skinned woman accepted the erection into her mouth. She sucked on the end, allowing the whole length to penetrate her face, before sliding it free. The pale flesh glistened with her saliva and she extended her tongue to lick it clean. Her ripe lips remained in constant contact with the shaft and she chased her mouth around it
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