At nine sharp, whether seats were still empty or not, we started. Bobby clicked off the welcome, and the next screen was red with the word "Danger" in...the middle of a exploding balloon. Bobbie had the intro, "All of you know that we have found infiltrators within our organizations." The picture of a person, highlighted in a large group of people shown, morphed into a photo of Forest Harding.Jan spoke, "This man gave us a reason to investigate his background which we discovered was totally. Lord’s great isn’t she? Now listen. Flick’s working on getting you a part in a film directed by Michael Gordon. He’s here and he’s dying to meet you. We are going to ‘bump into him’ accidentally and you’re going to charm his socks off and not be some dyke activist.”“What’s the part?”“Buggered if I know. It’s an earner is all Flick’s told me, so behave.” Her arm through mine, she led me like a prisoner around the room until she hissed in my ear, “There, blue suit. Michael Gordon.”“Isn’t he a. "Please go get it", she moaned. I almost tore the door off the hinges in my haste to get outside. Upon my return she bade me to strip and wear only the cape. The sudden sensation of the cold satin against my warm skin caused me to get harder than I had been in a long time. A moan escaped her lips as she was enveloped in the same cold satiny cloth as I gently laid on top of her. It caused her nipples to strain at her bra cups and increased the heat coming from her satin covered mound. We. "The last competitor of the night will be Sir Devon's slave Caitlin." Devon looked at her, and saw the tears immediately swelling in her eyes. He whispered in her ear "You will do just fine" then kissed her on the head and walked with her to the stage. Her knees were shaking as she made her way up the four wooden stairs to the top of the stage. She stood next to the other seven competitors starring into the audience of Masters and fellow slaves. She was sure the entire room could hear her heart.