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was a salon chair and a padded table.
    “We’ll start getting you ready.”
    “You said you had some clothes for me?”
    “Later. Lie down on the table.”
    “For what?”
    “The master wants your pubic hair shaved.”
    Karen sucked in a sharp breath. The look might be popular, but she’d never liked it. “Why?”
    “Lie down. Unless you want me to call the guards back to help hold you still.”
    “No,” she whispered as she climbed onto the padded table and closed her eyes.
    “Then later we’ll make you look pretty for the people in the Tropical Lounge. I have a butterfly ornament you’ll love.”
    oOo
     
    In a room not far away, a group of men sat in comfortable easy chairs facing a large flat-screen television. They ranged in age from their early forties well into their seventies. All had the satisfied aspect of men who were used to getting what they wanted—as long as they were willing to pay for it. No questions asked.
    One of them took a drag on a fat Havana cigar and blew out smoke.
    “She’s a real looker. That red hair is stunning. An unusual color. And it’s real, too.” He laughed.
    “Lovely.”
    “Where did you get her?”
    “Her father did me a disservice.”
    The questioner laughed.
    “I loved the way her breasts looked in the shower when she raised her hands to wash her hair.”
    “She seems so vulnerable. And frightened.”
    “She’ll feel more vulnerable with her pussy shaved.”
    “Who gets to fuck her first?”
    Bruno Del Conte cut through the chatter, his voice brusque. “Nobody. Unless I decide on it. I have some other activities in mind for her.”
    “The whipping post?”
    “Perhaps.”
    A gray-haired man licked his lips before speaking. “I’d like to see her tied down while two slaves arouse her.”
    “Maybe she can’t respond with an audience.”
    “With drugs, she will.”
    “Okay. Yeah. Then untie one of her hands and make her masturbate in front of us.”
    “Make the two slaves a man and a woman. Could we have that hot little Asian hairdresser as part of the scene?”
    “While the new girl sucks the guy’s cock.”
    “No, that’s going too fast. More fun to draw out her education in her new life.”
    “Do you think she likes to stick her finger inside herself when she makes herself come?”
    “Or touch her breasts? Got to untie two hands for all of that.”
    “One of the slaves can play with her breasts while she does the cunt part.”
    “A light whip across her nipples would be more interesting.”
    “I’d like to see her in the mirror room, where she can look at herself from all angles while slaves oil her body—all over.”
    Others made their own suggestions, revealing their sexual tastes.
    A fifty-year-old man stood up abruptly, his face flushed, his breathing uneven and his cock pushing out the front of his slacks. “I’m going down to the fantasy floor. I want to look over the slave girls and pick out two. Have a group of them ready when I arrive.”
    “Any other specifications?” Del Conte asked.
    “They have a record of what I like.”
    Del Conte watched him leave, his expression thoughtful. He’d started off on the assumption that he might sell Karen back to her father after putting her through some unpleasant experiences that she would never forget. Now it looked like it would be more fun to keep her on the ship, but he was certainly going to leave his options open.
    He’d be giving up five million dollars in favor of fees from guests, but money wasn’t the real issue. It was revenge. Maybe the best way to make Hopewell suffer was to send him a series of videos that would make his hair stand on end.
    The mention of hair gave him an idea. Picking up the phone, he placed a call to the beauty salon.
    Anna picked up on the first ring.
    “I want a lock of her hair delivered to my office. Put it in a plastic bag, along with some of her pubic hair.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    oOo
     
    “We’re taking a plane to Fort Lauderdale right now,”