Quaranteam
Chapter 25
After a handful of minutes stretching, Ash sent a text message for the next girl to make her way up. Andy had turned his notes over so that Aisling couldn’t look at them, and he smirked a little, noticing her frowning at the back of the legal pad.
“You said you didn’t want to influence my decision, so I don’t know why you should want to look at my notes, Ash.” They had built a wonderfully natural teasing rapport with each other over the past few months, so Aisling knew he was joking with her, but was willing to roll with him.
She grinned up as she reached across the table to push the button and advance the slide. “Next: Katie.” The redhead moved to sit back in her chair, and shrugged in his direction. “I’m mostly just curious how you’re reacting to what you’ve heard so far, and how your opinions differ from mine, which I’m sure they will, here and there. I’ve heard all these pitches a couple of times, so it’ll be interesting to see how many predictions I get right.”
“Did you write them down?”
“Well, no,” Ash said.
Andy grabbed his yellow legal pad and ripped out a single sheet from the bottom of it, sliding it and his pen across to her. “Alright, predictions then. Write them down now. Don’t show them to me, but fold up the paper when you’re done. We can have whoever’s after Katie bring us an envelope to seal it up.
Just around the time that Aisling was folding up the sheet of paper, Katie walked into the room, confident in her stride. Andy cocked his head to one side as she walked in the room. The Hispanic woman was, as it seemed she always was, wearing a button up shirt underneath jean overalls. “Do you own other clothes besides overalls, Katie?” he asked her.
She stuck her tongue out at him, which made Ash giggle again. “I can be girly and shit, sir, but I mostly keep that for Jenny. How’re the presentations going so far?”
“You know the rules, Katie,” Aisling politely scolded, “no talking about anyone else’s pitch until the very end.”
Katie winked at her, shrugging a little. After Andy had settled her nerves about keeping a level of removal between him and her and her wife, Katie had relaxed massively and grown into a more comfortable relationship with the rest of the house. “Had to try. Anyway, let’s get this fucking show on the road!” She grabbed the remote in her calloused hand and clicked the button as the screen behind her changed to an image of a slightly matronly looking woman in her early 40s, dark chocolate hair up in a bun, skin just slightly olive, some mix of European heritage that surely had to include either Italian or Spanish. The woman on screen wasn’t overweight, but was certainly the most bulky woman that had been on the screen thus far, not fat, simply hefty.
“This is Doctor Morgan Fitch. She’s a general practitioner in Los Altos who also dabbles in pediatrics. In talking with everyone in the house, it’s clear at some point, you are going to be in dire need of a nanny around this place, and having one who’s also a damn doctor just seems like smart thinking to me. By this time in a couple of years, this house is practically gonna be a little city, so you need to make sure all the major staples are taken care of. Some of the girls will wanna be full time mommies, no doubt, but for the rest, you’re going to want to have child care. If you need that anyway, why not have that person be a doctor?”
“How do you know Dr. Fitch?” Andy asked.
Katie blanched a little bit. “She’s kinda an ex of mine.” She raised her hand immediately, a sheepish smile on her face. “We didn’t part on bad terms, promise! At the end of the day, she was into the whole polyamory thing, and I wasn’t, so we split, but remained good friends. That was five years ago, just before I met Jenny, so it all worked out okay in the end. She’s had relationships on and off since then, but nothing’s stuck. She’s mostly a lesbian, but doesn’t mind the occasional bit of dick here and there, so I think she might be a good fit for a staff member. She once told me that she likes to fuck men, but never gets emotionally attached to them the way she does to women, and what with her being staff, she’d be okay to pursue a female partner to take care of her emotional needs.”
“What makes you think she’ll want to join the household?” Ash queried.
“Morgan loves constantly shifting problems, and this house is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Even before you start spawning, you’re gonna need a doctor to make sure your family is in the best condition possible. Until you’re having kids, she can staff a clinic in town on a volunteer basis, so she’s getting settled here in the mean time. She’s bored with the people in Los Altos, and we’ve always been good friends, so I think knowing I’m here would make her more likely to come aboard.”
“Challenges you anticipate?” he said.
“She’d be the oldest person in the house at 46, but I think it gives her wisdom. Also, you might find her a bit... blunt, until you get used to her.”
“How blunt?”
Katie tried to hide a little smile, shrugging, as she pushed the button to advance the slide to a screen reading “Next: Lauren” in friendly white letters. “Subtle she ain’t, sir. I have never met anyone more direct in my life. I’ve always been a little thankful that she wasn’t my doctor, because her bedside manner is more than a bit lacking. But sometimes you need someone to just slap you upside the head. Sir. We all do. Morgan would fill that role. And if she ever gets too blunt for your liking, you can tell her, and maybe she’ll dial it down a little bit, or realize that she might’ve once gone too far. She’s direct, but she’s never intentionally mean. And even if you don’t think Morgan’s a good fit for here, and I can completely respect that if that’s what you decide, I still want to stress that you’re going to be in dire need of a nanny here at some point soon, so to keep that in mind moving forward.”
“Point taken and noted, Katie. Anything else you wanna say?”
Katie brought her finger to her lips, considering for a moment, then slowly stood up. “Just one thing. I know Jenny brought you her old roommate Lexi as a candidate, and I want to throw my weight behind that, even if it’s at the cost of my own candidate. I would’ve not pitched someone else if I could’ve pitched Lexi twice, y’know what I mean? Lexi’s had a shitty go of it and I desperately want her to be happy, and I really think she can be here.”
Andy chuckled a little. “Unorthodox, but sure, I’ll keep it under advisement. Alexis did seem like an excellent candidate, so we’ll see how it goes.”
“Thanks sir! Enjoy the rest of the pussy parade!” she laughed, heading out of the room.
Ash shook her head at him with a smile. “I have no idea how you can be such a good poker player with a poker face like that.”
He grinned, giving her a saucy wink. “It’s easier when you don’t give a shit about your opponents. This is family, so I don’t have to stay so stoic. Besides, I know Jenny and Katie are close, so it’s okay to let them share a little secret on my behalf.”
“Oh we’ve all got our little secrets, Andy. If you’re nice, maybe I’ll even let you in on one eventually.”
He tsked her in jest, waggling a finger in her direction. “My girls are keeping secrets from me? Heaven forbid, what next?”
“What’s next is Lauren, and frankly, I will probably be spending this entire presentation with my hand over my mouth, desperately trying to stay quiet, and likely failing miserably.” Aisling had a strange grin on her face that told Andy this next one might be a little unusual.
He didn’t have long to consider it, though, as the door opened and the statuesque Lauren strode into the room decked out in a workout track suit with the 49ers logo on it. “Hey Andy, Ash. Thanks for letting all of us do this. I can’t tell ya if I’m presenting my candidate to you on a lark, because I think she’s actually a good idea or because of the girl herself. Maybe some combination of all three. So let me just get right down to brass tacks,” the Aussie said, as she moved to sit down across from them. She picked up the remote and clicked the button as the screen sprung to life.
On the screen was an image of a 49ers cheerleader, a fit woman with a large blonde mane of hair like sun-dried grass, bubblegum pink lipstick and a smile that was so wide Andy wondered if it hurt when she finally let her face relax. She was pretty in a sort of pageant kind of way, although he suspected she didn’t look quite so forced in regular photos that weren’t taken from the 49ers website.
“This is Jade Dillon. She’s been a cheerleader for the 49ers for about three years now, and is literally themost optimistic person I have ever met in my entire life. She is bubbly and chipper and all smiles even at the worst of times. When the pandemic set in, she sent the entire 49ers organization an email reminding them that adversity is simply opportunity in disguise. No lie, Andy, she is completely unflappable in every way possible. She’s... she’s like a golden retriever in a person! Peppy and enthusiastic and always full of confidence.”
Andy looked over and saw that Ash had, indeed, both of her hands over her mouth, trying to hold in her desire to laugh, but he could still hear tiny giggles threatening to escape. He looked back to Lauren, a slightly quizzical expression on his face. “I can’t tell if you admire her for that or if it drives you crazy.”
“Both!” Lauren said, throwing up her hands, laughing at herself. “It’s infuriating! Even when she was kneeling in protest alongside Colin Kaepernick, she was still smiling about it. I don’t know what to do with her! I mean, I get it. She’s a kindergarten teacher as her day job, so pennies on the dollar that’s what helps her keep all that energy up, but strewth, I just don’t know how she does it! I mean, she comes from money, so I imagine that’s gotta help.”
“Oh yeah?”
The tall blonde tanned Aussie nodded, pushing the button to show Jade in a more normal setting, in an evening dress standing next to an older gentleman who Andy knew he’d seen somewhere before. “Her daddy is Cormack Dillon, one of the cofounders of Bindr, that teleconferencing tool everyone’s using these days, but she’s sort of tried to distance herself from ’er daddy over the last few years. An’, in a ‘ain’t it a small world’ moment, Cormack Dillon was the guy Katie used to work for before she came here, so she and Jade know one another already.”
“I could’ve asked Katie about her then,” Andy lamented. “Shame she was just here.” Jade looked much more lovely without the pancake makeup, her blonde hair a waterfall of curls, although Andy was also taken aback for a moment, reflexively trying to estimate how much that necklace she was wearing must have cost. After a second, Andy recognized where the photo was taken—at the prestigious Palace of Fine Arts, where every year the Silicon Valley elite held their own private high end gala.
Lauren pushed the button again and the image changed to Jade in more casual clothes, sitting with a handful of other girls in some sidewalk cafe overlooking the Pacific ocean. She had to be under thirty. There was no denying she was fit and lovely, although Andy did wonder if growing up steeped in money had warped her in some way. “Well, you kin ask her before make your mind up. She might have some things to say to sway your mind one way or another, but I simply gotta tell you this one thing, because it is first and foremost the reason I want to bring her to you...”
Aisling looked like she was ready to turn blue, trying to hold in her breath and her laughter, her face scrunched up, actual tears rolling down her cheeks, all to Andy’s confusion.
Lauren pushed the button again and the photo zoomed in, showing just Jade now, laughing and smiling. “Jade Dillion...” She pushed the button again and the image of Jade suddenly had a very large cartoon cherry resting on top of her head. “...is an honest-to-god twenty-six year old virgin.”
At that, Aisling couldn’t help herself, and started laughing furiously, which only made Lauren grin even wider as Andy kept looking between the two of them, wondering desperately if they were putting him on.
“It’s not for religious reasons, an’ it’s not something she goes out of her way ta advertise... hell, I doubt very many people even know that she’s cherry. But I went out drinking with her and the rest of the Gold Rush girls one night after an away game, and Jade got pretty hammered so I had to help her back to her hotel room. And when I was holding her hair back while she chundered in the dunny, she told me that she’d never lost her virginity, and that boys suck, and she was so damn tired of giving blowies to stall boys out until she was sure they were the one. She’s always suspected they weren’t after her so much as they were her daddy’s money, and so, she’s never done the deed.”
Andy reached over and patted Aisling’s back, as the redhead was still doubled over with fits of uncontrollable laughter. He felt like he should go through the same questions he had with all the others, but knew the first one would only set Ash off again. “Do you... think she and I would be compatible?” Ash, indeed, giggled twice as hard, waving her hand in the air, trying to stall Lauren from talking long enough for her to catch her breath.
“Sexually, this girl doesn’t know the difference between her fanny and a hole in the ground, so it’s all to play for, mate,” Lauren said, giving a little shrug. “But you wouldn’t give a tosser about her Daddy’s money, now that Watkins done set you up for life, so maybe you could work the rest out? I mean, when was the last time you popped a girl’s cherry?”
Andy chuckled softly, giving the giant blonde a slight shrug. “Never. I’ve never been a girl’s first. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20s, and the girl I lost it to had been with a couple of guys before me.”
“Then that’s awlright, son,” Lauren said, grinning at him. “Then you owe it to yourself to treat yourself at least once.”
“I don’t know if I could handle quite that sunny of a disposition, though. I mean, I rely on cynicism, sarcasm and negativity just to get through some days,” Andy joked. “Deprived of all of that, how would I manage?”
“Oh, I think you’d do alright, Andy. You’re more capable than you know. And even if you’re not into her crackin’ bod, she’s a kindergarten teacher, and you might need that sometime soon. I bet she’d be happy to take over as a nanny for the house, if you wanted her to.”
Aisling looked like she was finally started to regain her composure, the laughing fits having mostly died down, although she was still wiping tears from her eyes. “Any concerns?” she finally was able to say, though not without considerable effort.
“Her Daddy might not approve of you, but then again, I don’t know if her daddy’s even alive right now, and even if he is, she’s likely not t’ give a damn. I think the biggest concern is...” Lauren’s face bunched up somewhere between amusement and annoyance. “Hell. The biggest concern is you’d have is that ye’d have ta break her of the fake cussing and get to her swear like a proper sheila, an’ she might have some resistance to that. Dunno fer certain.”
“Fake cussing?”
“Y’know, ‘gosh golly gee whillickers I stubbed my heckin’ toe!’ kinda nonsense,” Lauren sighed. “I know she works around kids all day, but when you’re out with grownups, talk like one. Crikey. Drives me ’round the bleedin’ bend.”
Andy’s eyes widened a little bit. “Yeah, that might be a dealbreaker, Lauren. People who can’t cuss creep me out a bit.”
Lauren waved a hand in his direction. “Buggerall. You get her wound up enough, tell’er it’s what you like an’ you’re not gonna give ’er a lay until she does, betcha she’d suddenly make sailors blush so quick your head’ll spin. She’d get over it without much fuss. My guess is she’s just spent too much time around the anklebiters. Anyway, that’s my go at it. She and I are kinda friends, but it’s no skin off my back either way you wanna call it.” She pushed the button and the screen advanced again, to a black screen with the words “Next: Nicolette” in white at the center of it.
The tall blonde stood up, smiling at him. “Besides, what kinda partner would I be if I knew I had a virgin sacrifice in my back pocket to make to our dark god and I didn’t at least try? See ya!” And as she walked out of the room, Aisling started giggling again.
“You need a minute, Ash?” Andy smirked.
“I have no idea what you’re going to do with... all of that, Andy, but believe me, getting to hear that pitch three times has made all of this absolutely worth it for me,” she said in between laughs and gasps for breath, gesturing with her left hand in the direction of the door, as she sent the text message to tell Nicolette it was time for her presentation with her right..
“I just worry that a girl like that, who’s been saving her virginity for Mr. Right, would utterly balk at the idea of having to share that Mr. Right with a wide spectrum of other girls.” Andy sighed. “I wouldn’t want to disrespect her, and frankly, Lauren doesn’t even know what Jade’s looking for.”
“Look at the world today, love,” Aisling said with a shrug. “It’s not a speck like it was this time last year. Men are a scarce resource these days, so those of us who’ve latched onto a good bloke want to make sure that any girls we’ve ever been friends with is taken care of. Despite what she said, despite all her warnings, Lauren still brought her to you, and that should say the most important thing.” She giggled a little bit. “Besides, who else is going to offer you a fucking virgin sacrifice?!”
Andy waved his hand with a laugh. “Yeah, there’s no disputing that! It’ll have to be something to keep in mind. I’m not entirely sure how Nicolette’s gonna follow that,” he said, as the door opened again.
“Oh, don’t you worry, Master,” the busty blonde French maid said to him as she entered the room. “I have brought you a staff member that you would be completely mad to pass up.” Nicolette was, as it seemed like she always was, dressed in a French maid’s outfit, although this particular one looked more like an actual maid’s outfit and less like a porn star’s idea of a maid’s outfit than some of them had been. “This is both a role you need to fill in the house and a woman unlike any other you have here.”
“Don’t oversell her too much, Nic,” Aisling said with a smirk.
“Oh, madame, but I simply must do so,” Nicolette teased, picking up the remote, clicking the button. On the screen, an image of woman in her early-to-mid twenties appeared. The first thing Andy noticed was the sharp contrast of colors—the woman had pale, almost marble-colored skin, and long jet black hair the color of midnight, mostly swept back but with cute bangs in front. She had slender cheekbones, and wore a dark red lipstick the color of a ripe apple. She had deep blue eyes behind heavy black rimmed glasses, and her face held a sort of quirky, shy smile. She was startlingly beautiful, if in a rather fragile sort of way. “This is my friend Whitney Wells. She’s 23, grew up in Chicago and moved out to California for college, and she is going to be the Rook family household IT engineer.”
Andy’s eyebrow arched, wondering just why Nicolette thought Andy would need Informational Technology, basically his own personal tech support, in house, on call at all times, but decided to let Nicolette continue.
“One of the things you haven’t realized yet is that this house is very much a smart house. I know you haven’t realized it, Master, because you haven’t even done most of the basic setup yet. Now I figured it was simply because you hadn’t a spare moment to sit down and take care of all of it, but I also now think it’s because you just don’t realize it’s even there! This whole house is completely wired for technology, and you need someone to not only set it up for you, but also to maintain it all. For example, did you know that if you wanted to, you could set up a direct and secure pipeline to the movie company talking about doing the movies based on your books, and you could actually see dailies as they worked on them? Of course you didn’t! Hell, I didn’t know that either until I was giving my friend Whitney a tour of the place through FaceTime, and she pointed out that you have a designated trunk line coming into the house with multiple links to the nearest backbone.” Nicolette giggled. “I don’t even know what that means either, Master, but I’m 100% certain it’s important!”
“To be fair, you really do need a new laptop, love,” Aisling said to him, “because if we have to hear you swearing any more at that old thing you’ve been using since we got here, we’re going to throw it into the pool ourselves.”
“How much do I not know about my own house, Nicolette?”
“Loads, Master!” she laughed. “Loads and loads and loads and loads! I’m sure if you’re going to bring in Jenny’s friend Lexi into the house, she’ll want to be involved in all the security stuff, but there’s plenty of things this house can do that you have barely even scratched the surface of. And when I was talking to Whitney, she pointed out how much data must be coming in and out of this house with this many people in it, so you need to get firewalls set up, make sure nobody’s being phished... let me frank, Master. You needed tech support weeks ago, and when you do finally bring Whitney here, she’s going to be doing catch up for a while.”
“How did you meet her?”
Nicolette blushed a little bit, something Andy wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her do before. “At a sex club in the city. We were both submissives that had been brought to a party by our partners, and while I was getting around a bit, Whitney was mostly kept on a leash, made to sit and watch the whole time. I’m sort of a tumble-toss submissive, in that I like to be pushed and pulled around some, to act a little bratty but also to get a good amount of force. Whitney, she likes to be completely under someone’s control, to not have to say or ask for anything, just, well... just to be used.”
She pushed the button and the image changed to show her and Whitney out at a bar, on what had to be girl’s night, the two of them making quite the stark contrast. Whitney was smiling and laughing, her fingernails as brightly painted red as her lips, heavy, smoky makeup around her eyes, a black leather shirt, a semi-transparent white blouse and the hints of a black bra on beneath, making her almost look like a 1940s femme fatale.
“She’s insanely smart, probably the smartest woman I’ve ever known, but her emotional and social skills can be... a little lacking. She’s bounced around a number of places here in the Bay, and the resume might make your head spin a bit.”
“Like what?” Andy asked.
“WeWork, Lyft, Ubisoft, Uber... basically, if there’s a company here in the Bay that’s treated people badly, she’s probably done a short stint there, unfortunately.”
He winced, shaking his head. “Yeah, that sounds like a rough haul. You said you met at a sex club with your partners. First, I didn’t know you had a partner and second, does she still have a partner?”
Nicolette smiled, shaking her head a bit. “I split from Josh the week after the party, because, well, it’s not important, beyond the fact that he was a fucking asshole and I was sick of dealing with it. I haven’t seen him in years now, and it’s actually better that way. If he’s dead, good, good riddance, fuck him, he deserved it. As for her partner, well, Bill wasn’t a bad guy, although I never really talked much to him, or should I say I wasn’t much permitted to talk to him, because he was from the old school of domination, with the leather whip and the iron fist, and he didn’t like submissives giving him any back talk. Whitney was mostly happy with him, although she’d admitted to me a couple of times that she could’ve done without Bill’s sadistic streak of inflicting pain on her. Pain wasn’t really her thing. She didn’t mind it from time to time, but it wasn’t something she got off on. Bill did. But Bill died from the virus in April, leaving Whitney sort of lost and directionless.”
“I’m certainly not into inflicting pain on people, Nicolette, but I don’t know that even on my best or worst days I could be fairly described as a dom.”
Nicolette giggled and waggled a finger in his direction. “You might have the other girls fooled, Master, but not me, and frankly, I don’t think Ash buys it either. When I was pitching this to her yesterday, I pointed out to her that sexuality is... well, it’s sort of like a menu at a Cheesecake Factory—there are so many options that you are bound to find things you like just every once in a while, instead of every day. And you are a good and kind man, but I’ve also seen that sometimes you just want to take something, to claim something. There is a beast in you raging to get out, and I’ve tried to make sure I’m around to fill that need for you. We all heard it when you were having your first go at Taylor, and even Niko told me afterwards she thought you were holding back a little, like you were worried we might judge you for it, but your household loves you and trusts you, Master.”
The maid pushed the button and the image changed again, showing a head on almost portfolio picture of Whitney, her wrists bound together in rope, a collar around her neck, still wearing a bra, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, a very lustful look in her icy blue eyes drilling straight into the camera. “She took this photo just for you, Master. Nobody other than the three of us has seen it. Not only does she want to join the staff, she wants you to collar her. Hell, she said if you wanted to, she would even get tattooed or branded for you.”
“Branded?” Andy gasped suddenly. “I would never!”
“Oh, I told her that, and she said that just made you sound even more dreamy, but wanted you to have that option on the table. She doesn’t want to be one of your wives, because she says that would put her on equal level with you. She wants to belong to you. She’s always going to be submissive, but do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be for a single submissive woman to find a sexual partner right now, much less one who isn’t a complete asshole? The biggest problem with the BDSM scene, in my eyes anyway, is that too many people don’t respect boundaries, that they aren’t respectful of one another. Whitney’s never going to feel bad about not getting to sleep in your bed, but if you tell her to one night, she will, gladly, as long as it doesn’t become a habit. When it comes to the house, she will be the kind of control freak you need running your digital life, but all that desperate need for control, that’s why she likes to be completely out of control when it comes to her sexuality. Wearing a collar from you isn’t a mark of shame; it’s a thing of pride and beauty for her. And all of the women you have in this house, Master, they’re all such wonderful and warm women, friendly and inviting, and even though we’ve told them time and time and time again that we’re merely the staff, they’re still treating us as friends, because we are their friends, even if we still work for you.”
Andy had been listening to all of this very intently, because the expression on Nicolette’s face wasn’t one of concern, but one of excitement, of enthusiasm, of pride. “Why’d she take a picture just for me?”
“Because after Bill died half a year ago, she was aimless, and I got, well, to be blunt, I got very worried about her. I couldn’t go and check up on her because of the quarantine, but we FaceTimed every day. We still do. And I’ve told her all about this house, about you, Master, and all your amazing partners, and about a month ago, Whitney started saying something I’ve been hearing a lot from her lately. ‘I wish I had what you have.’ She was waking up from her fugue state over the loss of Bill, and she wanted something again, for the first time in months. She wasn’t just thinking about what her next meal was, or how to solve some routing problem at work. She had a genuine desire to introduce something, someone into her life again. You. This. All of this,” the maid said, gesturing around her.
“You two sound very close,” Ash said. “I don’t know that you made it clear to me just how close when you were presenting to me for practice.”
Nicolette nodded. “She’s... well, she’s probably my best friend, the person I can be myself with the most, and I’m worried about her. You have to understand, she’s like an old watch that’s been wound up too tightly. When I say she’s a control freak, I might be understating the case, but before now she’s always had that release valve of having Bill to take over for at least a few hours every week, where she wasn’t allowed to have any control, and through that, all that pressure got released. You can give that to her again, Master.”
“Do you really think I’m a good match for her sexually?” Andy said. “I’d hate to bring her here and disappoint her.”
The French girl’s face spread into a mischievous grin. “Like I said, Master, Whitney’s going to be like me, not an everyday food, but definitely a delicious treat that you simply must indulge in now and then. And I’m a very good judge of character, so I want you to try and look me in the eyes and tell me that the idea of having a woman who literally will not lift a finger until you tell her to do so doesn’t turn you on at least a little bit, to have such total control over a woman that she is waiting with baited breath for you to give her a command. I’ll bet everything I own that you can’t.”
Andy smirked and blushed a little bit. “I’m not sure there’s many men who could say that. I certainly wouldn’t want that if she didn’t want that but...”
Nicolette nodded vigorously. “But she does, she absolutely, positively, definitively does want that. From you. I think the biggest challenge you’d have with her is the feelings you’d have when you put the collar on her, because I can tell you, her one and only demand is that you collar her when she arrives, and that she only ever takes the collar off to bathe. I know you’re going to have reservations about it, which is why I’m spending so much time reassuring you that this is ultimately what she wants. It’s an odd thing for a man who describes himself as a feminist to do, collaring a woman, but realize, you are giving her what she wants—the ability to not have to think for a bit.”
Ash grinned a little bit. “You forgot to tell him the final thing.”
Nicolette held her fingers to her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle once more, as she nodded. She then picked up the remote and clicked the button again, as the image advanced one more time. At first, Andy thought the image was the same, but then he saw it, resting atop of her bound wrists. A first edition of “The Demon Dies At Midnight,” a small press book he’d done for himself before he’d started writing the Druid Gunslinger books, in many ways the precursor to the whole series.
It was a short novel, more of a novella really, that Andy had written just to sort of test the idea of writing long form fiction, and while it shared some similarities with the Druid Gunslinger books, it was a stand alone tale about a freelance demon hunter who traveled the world, trying to find the demon that had laid a curse on him when he was a child.
Andy had used a print-on-demand service for the book, and only 2000 copies had been sold before he had found a publisher for all his work, starting with the Druid Gunslinger books. His publisher had scooped up the rights to his first book along with the Druid Gunslinger books. Once they did, Andy had stopped the print on demand version of it, so those 2000 were all that was ever going to be printed with that cover, a touch more erotic than the publisher was comfortable with. He’d looked and the first editions were worth several hundred dollars on the secondary market now, even though copies of the second edition, the one done by his current publisher with its less racy cover, were available for ten bucks.
“She’s a fan of yours, Master, going back to the beginning. You can’t see it, but that copy of your book is signed, by you, when you were doing signings in Santa Cruz.”
“She would’ve been living in Chicago when that book came out!” Andy laughed. “So you can’t me she’s been a fan of mine since then.”
“Oh, she bought it on the secondary market a couple of years ago, when she first started getting into your writing, long before I met you. She said it was worth it to have the original rather than a second edition. She reads loads and loads of sci-fi and fantasy, but says you’re an excellent writer, one of her favorites. When she found out you were my Master, she begged and pleaded with me to find some way for her to be able to join me. I told her I would keep my eye open for an opportunity, but that I didn’t want to be disrespectful and ask you on my own.”
Andy clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “I told you that you could come to me with anything, Nicolette.”
“I know you did, Master, and thank you for that, but you have been wall-to-wall busy since you first arrived here a month or so ago, and there just never seemed to be an opportune moment until Hannah started talking to us about you being able to request people, which brings us all up to speed, here and now,” she said, gesturing to the image behind her. “I don’t just think she’s an obvious yes, Master, I think she’s the most obvious yes. And if you need a little help stoking the fires of the shades of a controlling bastard that hide inside that warm soul, you know I’m always willing to lend a hand or whatever you might need. Whitney and I have played together sexually before, and if she comes here, I have no doubt that she and I will be play partners again. You have a lot of amazing women on offer for you here, but this one has to be a slam dunk. Thanks for giving me the chance to introduce you to my best friend, and I can’t wait to hear you tell me to invite her over.”
The maid pressed the button and the image of Whitney disappeared to be replaced by “Next: Niko” in white letters on a black background as she stood up and made her way to the door.
Andy leaned over to Aisling. “Give me 5-10 minutes, okay?”
Aisling grinned and nodded. “You’re the boss, boss.”
He stood up quickly and made his way out into the hallway, closing the door behind him, as he moved quickly to catch up to Nicolette, just as she was about to reach the stairwell leading upstairs. “One sec, Nicolette,” Andy said, “I have one more question for you.”
Nicolette smiled as she turned back to him, standing at the edge of the stairs. “Of course, Master, what can I—“
As soon as he was within reach of her, he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, bending her forward until her back was nearly perpendicular with the wall, lifting her dress up and tugging her panties aside with one hand, unbuttoning his jeans with another. Before it even dawned on her what was happening, he lined the head of his cock up against her snatch and just shoved forward with one rough, penetrating thrust, sinking hilt deep as a groan was ripped from her throat, deep and sultry.
“Was this what you wanted?”
“FUCK yes, Master!” she whined, as he drew back and then thrust forward again with a harsh shove, forcing her cunt to swallow up his dick. Her hands reached before her, trying to brace herself, as he reached forward and grabbed her by the throat, making her stand upright, even while scooting forward as best she can, until her tits were mashed against the wall, her face tilted towards the ceiling, when he drew back and then punched forward again. “Is it wrong of me that your filthy little fuckmaid has been fingering her sloppy pussy thinking of her Master slamfucking her best friend?”
Andy couldn’t help but laugh about that, as he drew back again. “Is that the only thing you’ve been thinking about?”
“Fuck!” she whimpered as he railed her again, lifting one of her legs to allow him to penetrate a little bit deeper. “You know that it isn’t, Master. Your bratty little slut thinks about you all the time, imagining her Master doing so many dirty things to her.”
He shifted his hips a little bit, making sure he was good and slick, before he pulled her away from the wall and then moved her over to a table, forcing her forward, yanking her panties down to her ankles before tugging it off of her entirely. He grabbed the lacy underthing in his hand and then bent her over the table, pushing her knees to make her get a little bit lower, and before it could even register what he was doing, the head of his thick dick pressed against the rosebud of her asshole and just sunk through, greasing its way deep inside of her ass, lubed up with the drippy juices from her pussy.
“Fuck oh fuck oh fuck you’re fucking thick, Master, that’s such a big fucking dick you’ve shoved up my tight young ass!” Nicolette whimpered, her voice squealing upward in pitch until it was a shrill shriek, more like a siren than a person. “I’ve been dreaming about being your stuffed little buttslut, Master, so just fucking hammer me already!”
Andy had a weird notion, and he decided to follow through on it, as he reached around and stuffed Nicolette’s panties into her mouth, and he could swear she clamped down even more tightly in excitement. Her hands were free, so if she wanted to, she could’ve pulled them out any moment.
And yet, she didn’t.
Instead, the moans burbling from her throat grew more intense, her hips trying to push her ass back into his firm thrusts as much as she could. She was throwing her body back at him any which way she was able, but for the most part, she was simply getting railed, keeping as much of his dick buried inside of her ass for as much of the time as she could.
After a minute or so, she started spasming and clamping down on his cock, and he couldn’t resist, so he unloaded a heavy load of cum into her asshole, sweat dripping from his forehead against the back of her neck, until he softened enough to slip out of that tight pucker.
When he leaned back, he tucked his cock away and pulled up his boxers and jeans, zipping them up, a wry smile on his lips as Nicolette turned around, an incredibly satisfied look upon her face. She pulled her panties from her mouth and that wild grin was the happiest he’d ever seen on Nicolette’s face before.
“Now that is how you fucking use me, Master,” she purred with as much sensuality as she could. “And you have fucking earned keeping these for a bit.” She leaned forward and tucked her panties into the front pocket of his jeans. “And don’t worry, I’ll fish them out of the laundry later.” She tipped her head up and kissed him for a moment. “Thanks so much for that! Jesus! Au revoir!”
Andy took his hand and wiped sweat from his forehead and grinned a bit to himself as he watched her head up the stairs. “Well then. Job done.”
When Andy headed back into the room, he found Aisling waiting with a shit-eating smirk on her face. “Got your release valve off with the hired help?” she teased. Andy blushed a little bit, realizing that the door wasn’t all that thick, and that he had taken Nicolette not all that far from the room, but then he decided he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Look, she made it abundantly clear what she wanted from me, and so I damn well gave it to her,” he said with a laugh, as he moved to sit down in his chair. “It had been over a week for her anyway, so she was due. You can tell Niko we’re ready for her now.”
Niko was practically coming through the door when he said it. “She already knows. She was enjoying listening in on you giving Nicolette exactly what’s she’s been waiting for for a week now,” she giggled. “And she, uh, I, I’m here now. How’s presentations been so far?”
Andy was about to answer out of reflex when he felt Aisling’s hand on his arm, and heard her say, “No dirty snooker from you, missy. He’s not tellin’ you nuffin’.”
“He was about to, though,” she winked at the redhead. Niko was in her uniform, something Andy had rarely seen her in, even though she wore it nearly every day. When she headed to the base, she always left before he got up, and she changed out of the uniform before she came home, so it was a little surprising to see her decked out in the formal wear. Her hair was up and pinned back, and she even had the chest candy on her uniform, as she’d been known to call it.
“Going to present someone from the base?” Andy asked, suspecting it was the reason for the uniform.
“You got it,” she said, picking up the remote as she pushed a button as the image changed to a rather stern looking blonde woman in her mid forties with a hawkish nose. “I want to introduce you to Captain Tracy Bells, sir. She’s a... y’know, we could do the whole thing, Ash, or we could just...”
“It’s your call, Niko,” the Irish redhead said to her, a conspiratorial grin on her face.
Niko nodded, then motioned for Ash to come and join her, which she did, throwing Andy completely off guard. “Look, I’m not pitching Captain Bells to you, Andy,” Niko said with a smile. “Because frankly, she’s got a giant stick up her ass. I don’t really have anyone to pitch you at all, to be frank. That’s not why I’m here. It’s a pretense.”
Andy tilted his head to one side. “Then why are you taking up a pitch slot?”
“Well, it seemed like the best time that Ash and I could get you all to ourselves. For this,” she said, pushing the button, as the image changed. In its place was a selfie that clearly Niko had taken just a day or two earlier, of her and Aisling. They each seemed to be holding something in their free hands, and just as it was dawning on Andy what they were, both girls spoke at the same time.
”WE’RE PREGNANT!”
Andy pointed a finger at Aisling, who nodded, then over at Niko, who nodded as well, then kept jumping his fingertip back and forth between the two of them as they both kept nodding, wild smiles on their faces. “What, both of you?”
“Yep!” Niko said, giggling, as both her and Aisling started walking around the table, one on each side of it, closing in on him like a planned maneuver, leaning against the table, pinning him in his spot.
“Most of your girls have synched up their time clocks, love,” Aisling said, “So it was bound to happen to a couple of us at the same time. Niko and I are just glad it’s us first.”
“Well, we sort of made sure that we were,” Niko giggled.
“I thought you were both on birth control still!” he said, although the smile on his face made it clear he wasn’t upset. “Did everyone stop taking their birth control?”
Aisling shook her head. “So far, I think we’re the only ones who have.”
“We both stopped taking them a few months ago,” Niko said. “When I started seeing and hearing the horror stories about the hospitals while I was working on base, I knew that this was going to happen, this or something like it, so I told Aisling and we just stopped taking our birth control pills, and well, here we are!”
“I ran into town for the tests Saturday morning, and wouldn’t you know it, two buns in two ovens, all from one chef!” Aisling said, as Andy wrapped his arms around both of them, hugging them intensely tight.
“And you’re both happy? I know you both did this intentionally, but sometimes people get second thoughts. I’m not! Getting second thoughts that is. I mean, I’m happy, I promise you I’m happy, but I want to be sure you’re both happy.”
“We’re ecstastic, hon,” Niko said to him, nuzzling her face against his cheek. “We weren’t sure when the best time to tell you would be, but when the whole pitching process started, we wanted to be sure you understood that maybe getting a nanny into the house wasn’t such a wild idea.”
“Who knows?” Andy asked.
“Just us and you,” Aisling said. “We haven’t told anyone yet.”
Andy kissed Niko, then Aisling, then Niko again, then Aisling again. “It’s damn nice to have to some good news for once. So, should we go get lunch and tell the rest of the household?”
“Sounds good to me,” Andy said. “Niko?”
“Absolutely,” Niko said. As they headed towards the door, she leaned over and pushed the button on the remote, changing the slide so it was a black screen again with the words “Next: Piper.”