(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar04.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the<em>Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing<br/><hr/><br/>This was a strictly business venture, but there was no real reason I shouldn't enjoy myself at the same time. I wasn't in the sort of social class that was normally invited to this sort of place - hence I lived in France and moored my boat in France. Being a free woman did not automatically convey status even in this world. Rayn's text inviting me as his date was fascinating, and somewhat entertaining, especially as he knew my preference. Heck, that was why I was in the slave-running business to begin with!<br/><br/>I dressed demurely. Nothing I owned would compete with the classy outfits that the movers and shakers would be wearing, so I settled for a pair of Levis, a yellow men's CK shirt tied at the waist to reveal the diamond that dangled in my belly button and open at the neck, and a pair of Reeboks. I made sure my hair was stylishly messy - if you deliberately look a mess, it's fashionable, whereas if you try to look fashionable and fail, you look a mess!<br/><br/>Natty, I dressed in similar fashion, except her jeans consisted of the legs and waist band only and her shirt had it's back and sleeves intact, but of the front only a strip ten centimetres wide with the bottom two buttons remained. I checked that her collar was set to iot's normal public setting. I would allow her to be touched, but I was somewhat jealous of my property and she was more valuable to me as a friend and crew member than as a slave.<br/><br/>The slave I wanted to get rid of, I put into a leather and chain bikini (http://www.turnkeynation.com/LingerieDropship/images/12-301.jpg). A cheap costume I'd picked up at a bondage store ages ago, and that Natty had rather out-grown in terms of our relationship. A ball gag in her mouth and her elbows manacled together behind her back completed the outfit. I stood back and admired them both. "Bitch-sweetie, you look gorgeous", I told my slave, and kissed her softly on the mouth.<br/><br/>To get to the party I decided I would drive my over-priced little toy, a Merc SLK 200 Kompressor. The disposable bitch went into the boot of the car, into the memory foam padding. I decided I would be nice to my sexy slut and let her drive.<br/><br/>We pulled up on the dock and climbed out. The valet parking slave took the car once I had the red-headed slut out of it and I led them both to the shuttle boat. "You, bitch", I told the new slave. "You stay on your knees at all times." Then I smiled at Natty. "Sweetie-cunt, you take charge of the merchandise." I handed her it's leash. "Stay by me at all times and kneel when Mistress is talking to free people".<br/><br/>And with that I led them aboard the boat which took us across the harbour to a really swanky yacht. I actually was rather hoping to get to chat with her skipper, wondering what she would be like to drive. We arrived on board and I spotted Rayn chatting up a l;ovely young lady. Kaelyn was there too, no surprise there, along with a lot of folks I'd never seen before.<br/><br/>"Rayn," I called out, "Lovely to see you again, my friend!"