Carl frowned. “You’re opposed to chatting and relaxing?”
“No, I’m opposed to this whole thing!”
“Oh, come on. You have to admit that the water slide is pretty neat.”
“I don’t mean this place, I mean the fact that you all…physically pleasured my aunt. It’s deviant! It’s…it’s…”
“Morally reprehensible?”
“Yes! Morally reprehensible. I can’t believe you guys just let yourselves be used as boy-toys. Don’t you have any pride? Don’t you have any dignity? Self-respect?”
“Those are not unfair questions,” Carl admitted. “But I think if you just hang around for a while we’ll show you that—”
“Forget it! I don’t like to be possessive, but this is my house now, and I want you out of here!” She looked over at the rest of the men. “All of you! Well, not you, Rupert. Everybody who’s not wearing a shirt right now, I want you gone by this evening!”
“Again, not an unfair attitude,” said Carl. “But I’d like to explain some of the advantages to—”
“No.”
“You’d be surprised how—”
“No.”
“Maybe—”
“No.”
“Shit.”
“I’m sure you guys have had a great ol’ time hanging out here, but Aunt Penelope has passed away, and we’re under new management. So pack up and get out. Goodbye.”
Melanie stormed out of the room, and this time she didn’t return.
Chapter Four
Sick.
Sick, sick, sick.
Melanie was in shock. Dear, sweet, lovable Aunt Penelope…a complete pervert!
A complete pervert with damn good taste in men, but that was beside the point. What kind of twisted soul kept eight freakin’ men locked in her house? How could she even handle that many men? Didn’t she get sore?
Oh, great. Now she was imagining dear, sweet, lovable Aunt Penelope with a sore crotch. Just wonderful. What a sunshiny day this was turning out to be.
She glanced around and realized that she was lost.
Oh well. She needed time to think, and wandering around aimlessly would be conducive to that.
Maybe Aunt Penelope didn’t let them gang-bang her. After all, wasn’t it one for each day of the week, and two for Sunday? If you spread it out like that, it wasn’t so kinky, was it?
Hell yeah, it was. Sick, sick, sick!
Vile and disgusting and vulgar and depraved and appalling and even kind of gross. If Aunt Penelope were still alive, Melanie would have demanded that she seek medical attention.
Of course, maybe this setup explained why she was always so cheerful…
No, no, no. Aunt Penelope had a problem, plain and simple, and though she felt bad about laying off eight of her employees, Melanie wasn’t going to have that kind of behavior going on in her house. It was time for those men to go out and get real jobs. Learn some marketable skills.
That Carl was sure cute, though.
All of them were.
Yeah, Aunt Penelope may have been a pervo, but you couldn’t criticize her taste. Melanie probably would have gone for a wider variety in her own harem selection, but…
“Ms. Clover?”
She heard Rupert calling her, but she couldn’t tell which room he was in. She walked into the next room, which contained several chairs and a grand piano.
“Rupert? Can you hear me?”
“Ah, here you are,” said Rupert, stepping into the room. “I must apologize, ma’am. Your aunt did love her harem and its occupants, and she would have wanted you to get as much joy out of it as she did. They’re very nice gentlemen.”
“I’m sure they are.”
“Rest assured that they’ve been given their final notice and will be vacating the premises very shortly.”
“Good.”
“I would like to point out that their services were not entirely sexual. Your aunt did get a great deal of use out of her unlimited access to foot rubs, backrubs, and various other massage options.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes,” said Rupert. “Not to mention other possibilities. Your aunt was a very creative woman.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I guess I’m just not that creative.”
“Few people are.”
“Could you point me to the nearest phone?” Melanie asked.
“Certainly, ma’am,” said Rupert, gesturing toward a doorway behind where Melanie stood. “Right through there.”
“Thanks.” She went into the next room, which had a large sofa and the biggest television she’d ever seen, picked up the phone on the coffee table, and called Dawn.
“Hey, I didn’t expect to hear from you this soon!” said Dawn. “How’s it going? How’s the house?”
“The house is amazing,” Melanie told her. “You can’t possibly imagine everything this house has in it.”
“Like what? Tell me all about it.”
“Well, there’s a swimming pool…two, actually.”
“Two pools? Can I move in?”
“And a really big kitchen,” Melanie continued. “A butler and a chef…”
“A butler? You have a butler?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is he snooty?”
“Yeah, actually.”
“I can’t believe it! You have a snooty butler! That is so cool!”
“And a harem.”
There was a long silence on the other end.
“Did you say harem?” asked Dawn.
“I did.”
“You mean like what sheiks have?”
“Sort of.”
“I don’t get it,” Dawn admitted.
“There’s an area of the mansion where my Aunt Penelope kept eight men. They’re still there. I guess they’re supposed to, uh, do my bidding.”
“Say the fuck what?”
“Aunt Penelope had a harem of eight sex slaves. They expected me to inherit it, like the swimming pools.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
“Eight?”
“Eight.”
“You have eight men in the house right now?”
“I sure do.”
“Are they hot?”
“Extremely. Any one of them could be on a magazine cover. A good magazine, not, like, Fangoria or something.”
“Holy shit!” Dawn exclaimed. “Have you gotten laid yet?”
“I’m not going to sleep with them! I told them to get the hell out of here!”
“You’re kicking eight hot guys out of your house?”
“Of course.”
“You’re not even keeping one or two for personal use?”
“Dawn, they were my aunt’s sex toys! I’m not keeping them in my house!”
“Are you sure it’s not a joke? Your aunt had a good sense of humor. Remember, you said at the funeral she had her lawyer read this statement about not being mopey and stuff.”
“It’s not a joke. The guys are here. They’ve got this whole big setup. It’s…it’s…”
“A fantasy world?”
“No, it’s sick!”
“Listen,” said Dawn. “I’m your best friend, and I think this requires a second opinion. So, just leave things the way they are and I’ll fly over as soon as I can to evaluate the situation.”
“I’m not sleeping here with eight strange men in the house.”
“Don’t be such a baby. Just lock them in their cages.”
“You know what’s disturbing? They might really have cages. Aunt Penelope might have locked them in cages like animals. There’s probably a fully functioning dungeon behind one of those doors. I think I’m going to throw up.”
“You’re not going to throw up.”
“I think I am.”
“Get over it. Now, I’m going to get my plane ticket, and then I’ll let you know the wisest course of action, okay?”
“I’m kicking them out, Dawn.”
“Don’t.”
“I am.”
“I mean it. Don’t kick them out. I’ll kick your ass if I get there and they’re gone.”
“Then you’d better be here in the next fifteen minutes, because I’ve got them packing their bags right now.”
“You can’t possibly be such a heartless bitch that you would rob me of my chance to witness an eight-guy harem with my own eyes. I will never get to see that again. Never.”
“You’re way too horny.”
“I’m not horny. I’m curious.”
“You’re way too curious.”
“Promise me you won’t get rid of them until I show up.”
“No.”
“Promise me!”
“Absolutely not.”
“I’m serious about the ass-kicking. This won’t be some hair-pulling catfight. I’ll kick your ass. For real.”
“Dawn…”
“Promise me, wench!”
Melanie sighed. “Okay. But get here quick.”
“I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Fine. I’ll call you this evening to get your flight times.”
“All right. Try not to fuck all eight of them before I get there, okay? Leave at least one of them pure for me.”
“You’re hilarious.”
“Yeah, well, you’re mentally ill. I’ll see you soon!”
Melanie said goodbye and hung up. She should have known that Dawn would react that way. That girl would probably keep a harem herself if she had the financial means and the appropriate contacts in the business.
“Rupert?” she called out. “Are you around?”
“Right here, ma’am,” he said, stepping into the room a few moments later.
“Is there a better way I can call you without shouting?” she asked. “That seems so rude.”
Rupert tapped on a small white box attached to the wall next to the light switch. “We have an intercom system. Just press the button and speak.”
“Oh, good. Thanks.”
“Shall I leave the room and have you call me again that way, ma’am?”
“No. You can tell the harem residents that they don’t need to leave for a couple of days, so they can take their time packing. Do they even have anything to pack besides a few pairs of shorts?”
“Actually, ma’am, each of them was provided with numerous costumes.”
“You know, I’m going to talk about this as little as humanly possible, because I keep hearing things I really wish I hadn’t. Just let them know that I’m not kicking them out yet, but I’m kicking them out soon, okay?”
“I’ll convey the message, ma’am.”
“Thanks.”
* * * * *
Melanie sat in the dining room, enjoying the most delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich she’d ever eaten. The chef had to have used imported jelly. You just didn’t get this kind of flavor from the local grocery store.
The dining room was so vast that her chewing sounds seemed to echo. She actually felt somewhat lonely sitting in here, all by herself. It hadn’t bothered her too much in her cramped little apartment, but here, with all this space, the lack of company was much more noticeable.
She even felt a little bit sad.
Well, she’d get over that. She wasn’t going to live here forever, anyway. She’d just enjoy the fantasy life for a while, then sell the place and move into something that was much more her style.
Fantasy…
Eight strong, handsome men to tend to her every need. She could ogle them, get incredible foot rubs, spend some time in the hot tub, sip a margarita…
No, no, she wasn’t going to indulge. But Carl had seemed like a nice guy. All of them did, actually. Not sleazy or leering or anything like that. And she was in the mood for some company. She could talk to Rupert, she supposed, but though he was pleasant enough he didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d be all that much fun to just chat with.
Screw it. This was her house, and she was going to enjoy the damn water slide, whether it was in the harem or not!
Chapter Five
When Melanie walked into the large room, the men were doing the same things as before. The tattooed guy, Julian, was still doing push-ups.
“Hey, thanks for the reprieve!” said Carl, waving at her from the pool.
“Is this all you guys ever do?” Melanie asked.
Carl climbed out of the pool, tugged on the band of his swimming trunks to adjust himself, and walked over to her. “What else would we want to do?”
“I don’t know, but there’s got to be something.”
“Nah. Swimming, relaxing…that’s all I need out of life.”
A couple of the guys nearby were stifling laughter. “What’s so funny?” Melanie asked.
“Okay, okay, here’s the deal,” said Carl. He pointed to the ceiling. “See those red lights?”
Melanie glanced up at them. “Yeah.”
“Those lights flash and a buzzer goes off when you enter the hallway outside. It’s our alert signal to take our positions. So that when you come in, we’re not in our rooms napping or playing video games or whatever.”
Melanie smiled. “So he’s not always doing push-ups?”
“Nah. Julian can do more push-ups than anyone here, though. Your aunt judged a contest. Great prizes.”
“So what do you do all day?” Melanie asked.
Carl shrugged. “Watch TV, read, play around on the Internet. Stuff like that.”
“It doesn’t sound very fulfilling.”
“Well, I also…” He trailed off.
“Also what?”
“Nothing. I see that you brought a bathing suit.”
Melanie held up her one-piece, completely unrevealing blue suit. “Yeah.”
“You can change in the sauna if you want. I promise that nobody will look.”
Melanie realized that all of the men were watching her. “Yeah, right.”
“No, I promise.”
“It was probably a mistake coming back here. I don’t really like being the center of attention.”
“Oh, well, that’s okay, you don’t have to be. Hey, guys, go back to whatever you were doing,” he called out.
Julian stopped doing push-ups and stood up as a couple of the other men returned to their rooms.
“So, what, are you the leader?” asked Melanie.
Carl shook his head. “Nah, just the one with the biggest mouth,” he said with a grin. It was a cute grin, complete with the most adorable dimples Melanie had ever seen. If he weren’t some harem freak, it would probably be love at first sight.
“Here, we’ll have Leo mix you a drink,” said Carl, leading her over to the bar. “Something non-alcoholic, if you want.”
Leo got out of his hammock and joined them at the bar. “What can I getcha to drink?” he asked in his Boston accent.
“Margarita on the rocks,” Melanie said.
“Salt on the rim?”
“Yes, please.”
“You got it.”
“I’ll take a beer,” said Carl.
“You know where the fridge is.”
“See, I’m definitely not the leader,” Carl told Melanie, as he walked behind the bar. “But I’m a good tour guide.”
Leo finished mixing her drink and handed it to her with a wink. Carl opened his beer and took a swig as they walked toward the sauna.
“I just can’t believe you would do this,” said Melanie. “I mean, it’s nice here and all, but why would you do this?”
“A rich, extremely attractive woman was willing to pay me very well to live in this paradise and provide favors that I’d probably be happy to do for free. Not a tough career choice.”
“But isn’t it demeaning?”
“It’s fun, actually. Was fun,” he corrected. “We were all pretty devastated by what happened.”
“Why are you still here?”
“We obviously thought that our jobs were over,” said Carl, taking another drink, “but Penelope had always joked that she was going t
o give us to you as a Christmas gift when we couldn’t handle her anymore. Since our employment was covered by the trust fund she set up, and you inherited the house and everything in it, the butler suggested that we stick around to see if you wanted to continue with our services.”
“Did Mr. Campbell, her lawyer, know about this?” She couldn’t imagine that Richard wouldn’t have mentioned such a thing.
“Nah, not as far as I know. It’s sort of complicated how everything works, and it’s never been completely explained to me, but legally we’re not really living here, and we’re not really providing this service.”
“Gotcha. You’re not married, are you?”
“No. None of us are. No kids, either. That’s part of the job requirement.”
“And just what are the requirements of working in my aunt’s harem?”
Carl smiled self-consciously. “Well, obviously she likes dark-haired men twenty years her junior who are in good shape.”
Great shape, Melanie thought, though she didn’t say anything.
“No beards. Only neatly trimmed mustaches. And we had to pass an inspection of our equipment.”
“What kind of inspection?” asked Melanie, unable to stifle her curiosity.
“The first one was visual. You know, to make sure that we met certain standards.”
“You mean length?”
“Not just length, although the minimum there was seven inches…except for Nate. He bypassed that requirement by virtue of his diameter. It’s pretty damn impressive. But we also had to meet aesthetic guidelines, no funky curves or anything like that.”
“What was the second one?”
“Skill.”
“I don’t even want to know how that was judged,” Melanie said, rolling her eyes.
“Then I won’t tell you.”
“Okay, I do want to know.”
“Actually, no, judging from your reaction before, I’m guessing that you really don’t want to know,” said Carl.
“Tell me.”
“Basically, we just demonstrated our skills.”
“You mean, basically, you had sex with my aunt.”
“Yeah. I was trying to be more discrete.”
“So she slept with everyone who…auditioned?”
“No, no, that was the last step. Only those of us who made it to the final stage got to do that. Before that there was the background check, psychological profile, confidentiality agreement, STD testing and interview after interview after interview.”
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