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“Oh,” I said, “thank you.” Champagne normally tastes like bad wine to me, but this wasn’t too bad. There was an overtaste of something that tasted almost like lime, but I couldn’t place it. I was still trying to figure out what it tasted like when I realized that I had downed the whole flute before anyone else had taken their second sip. The applause finally died completely away and a new song began. This one was more... haunting. It was slow and had violins and everything that normally makes me cry. I’m a sad drunk, I guess because tears were flowing down my cheeks as I watched raven grab her pole and seem to somehow slither up to about half way. Then she babe began doing a series of very slow, very athletic, acrobatic moves. At one interracial point she was holding herself straight out from the pole with her legs spread wide as she slowly rotated herself around the pole using just the strength of her hands. I giggled slightly and Shelly leaned in and said, “What?” “It’s true,” I said between giggles. “We’re all pink on the inside.” She glared at me slightly and I quickly said, “Sorry, that must be the bubbly talking.” Margi must have caught her drink in her throat because she started coughing and hacking and gasping for air. Both Shelly and Dianne shot daggers at her with their eyes and she immediately took several deep breaths through her nose and quieted down. By the time I looked back at the stage, raven, was again at the very top of the pole and was lowering her body downward while keeping it flat like a flag waving from the pole. Then somehow she managed to put both feet against the pole and somersault herself into the air, landing facing the front of the stage in full splits with her hands high in spanking the air. Again, there was tremendous applause. This time, after it had died away, the Head Mistress stepped onto the stage and said loudly, “Time to vote, my dears.” She paused a moment and then added, “Remember, any ineligible female... or sissy... who votes deepthroat will join the loser up here on a punishment pole... except they will be up here for the rest of the evening.” I leaned over to Shelly and whispered, “What is a punishment pole?” “Later, Precious, later. I have to think so I can vote.” She then closed her eyes like she was trying to remember both performances, opening them only to look down at the small pad in her hand before pressing one of the squares on the screen. As the Mistresses and Ma’ams voted, a running total of numbers appeared above where each of the two slaves was standing. Their Mistresses were now standing by their sides. When the numbers stopped moving raven had 109 votes. Madeline had 103. “That was close,” I said softly, more or less to myself. Dianne chuckled and said, “Raven’s performance was creampie by far the most beautiful... and demanding, but Mistress Luann is a bitch that likes to lord her husband’s money and power over everyone so a lot of people voted for madeline just for spite. I turned to Shelly and asked, “Didn’t Mistress Kiara know that raven was much better than madeline? Shouldn’t a Mistress watch out for her slave and protect her? Jackrabbit's mind reeled at the sound of his new name, and it was that very acceptance that broke the hold his nerves had upon him and allowed him to turn and flee. “So, you’re with the Masons!” Tammy said. I can feel that right down to my toes.” Eventually the two sat up and stared at each other. “Like babe spanking that? Marisa ended the call and turned to Layla, who was lying beside her on the bed, naked but for an old white creampie t-shirt. He gave it to me as a reward for my dedication, but I doubt you accept it so gratefully. Tonight is party interracial time, and some more sex for us. Mommy broke the kiss. I shook my head at the mother and deepthroat daughter. Deep in my throat I was still able to slip my tongue out and lick his balls. She was wearing a dress that came down to the middle of her thighs, with matching heels.