Victor's parties always ended up grand affairs. David came with with only Christina. Naomi begged not to go near him and David left her with a list of chores that would keep her busy. No doubt, exactly one of them would be left undone to require him to punish her.
She even told him which one.
David grinned at the thought. He sat at the end of the table, like before.
Victor sat in his customary position, talking to the rich and powerful.
David toyed with a glass of wine in his hand, watching the swirl of slaves and rich around him.
It felt different than before and he liked it. As he watched, a female slave slipped through the crowds, marked with a bar code like the rest of Victor's possessions. Her long black hair cascaded down her back as she pried her way between the mayor of Chicago and the leader of the New Fundamentalist Movement. They ignored her as a non-entity, even when she knelt down between Victor's legs and pulled out his cock.
“Oh, that looks like fun.”
Christina grinned next to David.
He smiled. “Yeah, he always made me jealous that he could do that.”
“What, talk to the rich?”
“No, just have someone come up and blow him and no one bats an eyes?”
Christina purred, “Is that it?”
David nodded, “Yeah, I don't—”
He stopped as Christina walked around to kneel in front of him. He gaped as she nestled her way between his legs, then unzipped his pants. His shaft slipped out in her fingers and she slid it into her mouth. Her eyes stared into his and he grew hard instantly at the look. She smiled around his girth and bobbed up and down.
David almost came at that first stroke. He looked up, feeling guilty. Victor caught his eyes and then saluted him with his glass. David let out his breath in a rush of relief. He grinned and held up his glass to Victor.
Then leaned back to enjoy himself.