It was very unusual for me to have my smooth head covered but I was being taken to be evaluated by a mysterious woman known as Mrs. Wu. What I was being evaluated for was not entirely clear but I had demonstrated that I was very submissive and that my absence of hair made me attractive to some people.
My owner Celeste had arranged for Mrs. Wu to inspect me and it was she who sat in the back of the limousine with me while we were driven to the large marina at the riverside.
"I'm going to miss you Calva," she said. "You are very good for business. So many people come to the salon to see the beautiful bald girl and now it looks like you will be leaving me."
"I would be happy to stay."
"I know you would. You have brought great pleasure to several of my clients but now you will be sold for a very large sum of money and I will simply have to find a replacement."
She looked out the window on her side and I realized that the conversation was over.
We exited the limo and walked towards a very large cruiser that was docked there. There were faint sounds of music and laughter from within and we were welcomed aboard by a beautiful woman in a leather corset with her breasts exposed. I noticed that her nipples were as lacquered as red as her lips.
"We have been invited to see Mrs. Wu," said Celeste. The bare breasted hostess asked a couple of questions and when Celeste gave her that password we were allowed to pass through into a room where several naked and near naked women were serving food and drinks to several other women who seemed to have superior status. I noticed that at least two of them had been to the salon.
Inge Carlson and Mistress Diva were the two whose names I knew as I had been used by both of them as their pleasure slave. I assumed that perhaps they would use me again. I hoped so anyway.
The conversation in the lounge was muted but the women there were obviously enjoying the nude servant girls as they sipped wine and nibbled on canapes. My status was not yet clear other than I was with Celeste and I was still clothed,
Celeste sat down at the table with Inge Carlson and Mistress Diva who greeted her but ignored me, even though both knew me intimately. I stood beside the table and waited.
Celeste was served a drink and she clinked glasses with Inge and Mistress Diva.