Zoe

“Which one?” you whisper back.

“Naomi wants to have some fun,” Johnny says, rubbing his hands together. “I knew this one was a dirty bitch.”

Naomi glares at him, then looks around the table for the girl she wants. “I want her, the one with the tattoos, I’ve forgotten her name.” She points at Zoe. The girl doesn’t react in any way, no shock, no fear. It looks like she’s done this before.

“Go on then,” Johnny says to her. “I’ll see you in the morning. You’d better have my breakfast ready for eight.”

“Yes master,” Zoe says. She stands, walking over to you and Naomi, then kneels on the opposite side of you to Naomi.

“Here’s the key to our spare suite, the hotel keeps it for us to use after these little games,” Johnny says as he hands over a key. “There’s just a few ground rules.” He still manages to look smug even though he’s lost; Zoe must not mean that much to him. “You can smack her about as much as you want, but nothing permanent. And she needs to be out of there by six AM so she can start her shift in the hotel.”

“Alright,” you agree. You stand, and your two slaves stand with you.

“Wait a minute,” Naomi says, looking at Johnny. “Have you got a leash for her?”

Johnny laughs, and a couple of the other men chuckle too. “She sure wants to have fun, doesn’t she? Here.” He slides a big metal chain across the table. Naomi takes it, clipping it to Zoe’s collar.

“On your knees,” Naomi says. “You’re going to crawl all the way back to the hotel. You’re going to call me mistress, got it?”

“Yes Mistress.” Zoe looks a little worried at the stern tone Naomi uses, before dropping to her knees. Naomi pulls the chain and Zoe crawls after her as you follow, thinking how sexy this all is. Zoe is a pretty girl, with green eyes, shortish brown hair that’s shaved at the side, and a few piercings in her ear, including a black industrial bar across the top.

You’ve always liked tattoos on women, and hers are sexy. They’re all black and white, and you can’t make out what they are, even through that see through top, but you’ll get a good look at them later.

You follow Naomi and Zoe through the casino. As Zoe crawls, you can see her ass, and she’s not wearing panties under that short skirt. Other people check her out, and you smile to yourself as you think about how you’ve now got two slaves that others are jealous of.

Zoe continues to crawl, and Naomi looks back at you, smiling brightly as she continues to drag the girl along.

“That was such a thrill,” Naomi says. “I mean, I’m not sure I want to do it again. I’m pretty glad I’m not being fucked up the ass right now. I can’t wait to get her back to the room.

Zoe struggles on her hands and knees on the hard pavement, but Naomi continues to make her crawl, even telling her to hurry up at one point.

You arrive at the suite. The room is huge. There’s a great big area with three couches and a massive TV. A chandelier hangs in the middle. A thick red rug sits in the center of the room.

“Go and kneel there,” Naomi orders.

Zoe crawls over to the rug and kneels, looking straight ahead, and not at either of you.

"What shall we do with her?" you ask.