Finally, the festivities wind down and Stephen allows Eve to lead you back down the stairs (The front stairs this time) and back to your bedrooms where she applies more anesthetic to your butt and to your fresh piercings. Every movement you make brings a new round of pain. Walking of course flexed your ass and the fresh burns there. Each step causes your breasts to move aggravating the fresh pierciings in your nipples and any movement seems to cause the piercings in your labia and clit to scream in agony. You can already tell that life for the next few days is going to be miserable indeed.

Eve indicates that Stephen has given orders to put you to bed with a sleeping pill and that you are not to be disturbed until tomorrow evening at dinner time. She tucks you in and, even though you grab her hand and pull her toward the bed, shakes her head no and turns to leave the bedroom, turning off the lightgs and leaving you in the dark. In just seconds the sleeping pill begins to take effect and you drift off into a deep sleep filled with dreams of Stephen and a fat loutish russian.

As the party begins to break up, Tom finds Stephen and pulls him to one side, In low tones he relays information to him. Stephen nods and then turns back to his guests. Many are planning on leaving that very night or at least early in the morning. Saying his good byes, Stephen makes his way to his office where Tom joins him after a short bit of time.

"So we already have an offer on the property?"

"Yes, Sir. The russian, Demetri"

"What did he offer?"

"Full price with one condition."

"And that is?"

"Abby stays with the house."

Without even thinking, Stephen answered emphatically.

"No. That will not even be considered"

"Sir, he was pretty adamant. "

"I don't care if he doubles the asking price, that is an unacceptable condition."

"Yes Sir, but just be aware that he has decided he wants her and that usually means he will go to extraordinary lengths to get what he wants. His reputation is bad."

"I know his reputation and I also know how much power his organization has. We can't go head to head with them in a war. Just tell him that at this time that is an unacceptable condition. If he wants the property, fine. But Abby is not negotiable."

"Ok, I will pass the word to him but be prepared for the pressure to mount."

"We will deal with that when it becomes necessary. Is there anything else."

"No Sir. Almost all the guests will be gone by lunch. The last are due to be gone by this evening."

"Excellent. You have done a good job on short notice Tom. Make sure the house is secure and then go get some rest."

Tom stood, nodded and headed out of the office toward his apartment. Passing by the kitchen he stopped to look in. He looked around until he spotted the executive chef in the far back corner, holding a handful of papers and talking earnestly with one of the other cooks who had been brought in for the party. Looking up the Chef saw Tom, smiled, dismissed the cook to go about what ever orders had been given, and turned to walk toward Tom.

He watched. It wasn't every woman who could make the starched white Chefs uniform look that good. She wasn't all that tall, but the high white hat added to the image of her height. The uniform couldn't hide her slim figure or the fact that she moved with athletic grace. Stopping short of the door, she smiled.

"Hi Tom. What brings you to this part of the house at this time of the morning?"

Hi Erica. I was just finishing up and finally headed to bed. I just thought I would stop in and make sure everything was secure down here and that the kitchen was going to be closed soon."

"We will be out of here in about 30 minutes. The cooks are just finishing the last of the cleanup and the other staff are already gone. "

"Are you staying here again tonight or are you headed back home."

"I think I will be staying here tonight. Its a long drive back to town and I am exhausted."

"So I will see you in the morning for breakfast?"

"Oh yeah, I will be here. Coffee at 7?

"I'll be here!"

Tom backed out of the kitchen and headed up stairs to his apartment. As usual his thoughts hard to read on his face. His attention always focused outward, he was constantly checking his surroundings looking for something out of place or unusual.

Finding nothing, he entered his bedroom and was soon fast asleep.

Stephen on the other hand continued to sit in his office. Lost deep in thought he considered how to proceed. The russian was worrisome. He could cause all kinds of trouble. Stephen really didn't think the russian was serious about the property. He was just looking for a way to get to Abby.

Ah well, another problem for another day.

Crossing the office he opened the door to his bedroom and left the office in darkness.