The next slave up was a flaming redhead that I had seen walking around the Faire with a dark-complected Master. Her lily white skin had looked even wh...ter standing next to him. Her bright pink nipples were hard, but I don’t know if that was from excitement or fear. The fiery orange triangle between her legs made it hard to tell if she was wet. I am sometimes jealous that redheads, especially the bright orange ones, are lucky and almost always get to keep their pubic hair. Men must like that. Helena even offered herself as a slave, so long as she be allowed to remain.From Helois’s stoic appearance you would not believe, that inside she was ecstatic and quite excited at this development. Now she had the bitch were she wanted her, and would surely have her pay for all the embarrassment she had to undergo. (Helois was so traumatized at having her nakedness appear in the media, she had to undergo therapy for about a year, just to come to terms with it.)Helois made Helena fervently beg. I don't believe that she could believe her eyes at first and how she never broke her neck twisting and turning her head to look in my direction I don't know. I could see that she was getting the low down on who I was within the company, from the guy she was dancing with, Pete Morris, head of distribution. No sooner had Rigmor and I returned to our seats than Cecilia - with her girlfriend Rachael in tow - arrived at our table."My god, Stewart Toomey, I had no idea you worked for the company. I. .." and she jumped up and gave Susan a hug."What about you, Heather... ?" asked Thomas. "Would you want to join the table, as well? I could always join Henry and his friends..."Heather looked at Karen, embarrassed. "Thank you for your offer, Thomas, and no disrespect to any of you but ... I think I'd rather join Henry at his table." She smiled. "That way, you could stay with Karen ... But I'm still part of the revolt tomorrow. That hasn't changed."Thomas smiled his thanks; he, too, was.