“I never said scum of the earth. I only thought it.”
“What do you think now?”
“Honestly? I’m trying to block that whole aspect. As long as I can forget that you guys are professional love slaves, I’m enjoying myself.”
“I didn’t mean, what did you think of the whole harem thing, but what do you think of us? Me.”
Melanie hesitated. “It’s too early to say. You’re lots of fun to hang out with.”
“You know, it doesn’t have to be about sex.” He grinned. “You could keep us around as chaste playmates.”
“Look, I’m sorry that you’re losing your jobs, especially one this cushy, but I can’t keep an eight-guy harem in my house. I can’t even believe that this is the kind of decision I had to make. I mean, this isn’t the kind of example they use in ethics class. I’m guessing that most people can live long, long lives without ever having to decide whether or not to keep the eight-guy harem open for business.”
“You should enjoy that you’ve been blessed with such a unique choice.”
“Now you’re seeming a bit desperate.”
“Sorry,” said Carl.
“I had a great time tonight, but I can’t even begin to conceive what kind of kinky shit happened in this place before Aunt Penelope died. I mean, you guys are hot as hell, and there are eight of you.”
Had she really just told him that they were “hot as hell?”
“It really wasn’t all that kinky,” said Carl.
“You lie.”
Carl hesitated. “Uh, yeah.”
“Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. I had a great time tonight. Thanks.”
“No problem. Do I get a good night kiss?”
Melanie stood up, yawned, and stretched. “Nah. I’m pretty sure I know where those lips have been. A hug would be okay, though.”
Carl stood up and gave her a hug. As great as it felt, and as much as she wanted to revise her statement about the lack of a good night kiss, she forced herself to pull away.
She wished him pleasant dreams and left the harem.
Chapter Seven
“Holy fucking shit!” said Dawn, as they walked into one of the bathrooms. “You’ve even got one of those things that squirts water on you when you’re done. What are those called?”
“I’m not sure,” Melanie admitted.
“Let’s ask your butler.” Dawn pressed the button on the intercom. “Rupert?”
Rupert immediately stepped into the open doorway. Dawn had summoned him less than a minute ago with a question about whether or not the wide-screen television had satellite reception (it did), so he hadn’t had time to go far. “Yes, ma’am?”
“What’s this thing called?” Dawn asked, pointing to the water-squirting thing.
“A bidet, ma’am.”
“A bidet. How cool is that? Thanks, Rupert.”
Rupert nodded and left.
“I think you’re starting to piss off my butler,” said Melanie.
“I’m sorry, but this place is great! Where’s the harem?”
It had been like this in every room. Dawn would react by saying “Holy fucking shit!” then she’d page Rupert to ask a question, then she’d demand to know where the harem was, and then she’d express her outrage that Melanie hadn’t taken advantage of any of the men last night.
“We’ll get to it,” Melanie promised.
“I can’t believe you didn’t take the opportunity to get laid,” said Dawn. “This wealth has messed with your libido.”
“It has not.”
“Your entire brain, then.”
“No. Dawn, these are eight men who have allowed themselves to live in my aunt’s mansion as nothing but love slaves! It’s sick!”
“Here’s a question for you. If your bidet broke and you needed to hire a plumber, wouldn’t you want somebody who did nothing but work as a plumber? You wouldn’t want somebody who was a preschool teacher and just repaired bidets on the side, right? So if you’re looking for sex, wouldn’t you want somebody who does nothing but fuck for a living?”
“That’s called a prostitute.”
“Yeah, but for now let’s call them professional love slaves. When do I get to see the harem?”
“I honestly don’t feel you’re mature enough to handle it.”
“Oh, don’t be such a wench,” said Dawn, swatting her on the arm.
“You’re going to embarrass me.”
“Then introduce me and leave. Slide food under the door every once in a while.” Dawn grinned. “I’m only kidding. Give me a quick tour of the harem and then we’ll come back and see how many channels you get. Maybe we should page Rupert and ask.”
“Don’t page Rupert. I’ll take you to the harem.”
* * * * *
Dawn’s jaw dropped almost to her cleavage as they entered the harem. The guys were all in the main room, shirtless and posing. Julian was doing his push-ups. Carl was standing right by the door, and he’d apparently oiled up his chest.
“Melanie, welcome back!” he said. “I see you’ve brought a lovely guest.” He extended his hand toward Dawn. “I’m Carl. And you are…?”
Dawn gazed around the room in awe. “Huh?”
“He wants to know your name,” said Melanie.
“Oh. Tell him.”
“Carl, this is Dawn. Dawn, Carl.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you,” said Carl, shaking her hand.
“Yeah,” said Dawn.
Carl took them around the room and introduced Dawn to all of the men. By the seventh guy, she’d recovered enough from the shock to say her name in a semi-coherent manner.
“So, ladies, go ahead and change into your swimsuits,” Carl urged. “The water slide is open for business.”
Melanie led Dawn to the sauna, letting the door swing closed behind them.
“You didn’t fuck any of them?” asked Dawn.
“No.”
“Melanie, these men are…they’re romance novel cover models! You said they take skills tests, have minimum length requirements, are guaranteed disease-free, and will obey your every command, and you didn’t even kiss one of them?”
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
“That’s just wrong. That’s like having a box of Godiva chocolates and throwing it in the trash. What kind of person takes a box of Godiva chocolates and throws it in the trash? Godiva chocolates! You just don’t do that to them!”
“Put on your swimsuit and shut up.”
The women quickly changed out of their clothes. Melanie had seen her friend naked before, but still felt that tinge of jealousy seeing Dawn’s slim body and small but firm breasts. Then she let out a snort of laughter.
“What?” asked Dawn.
“Please tell me you didn’t shave especially for your harem visit.”
Dawn glanced down at her completely shaved pussy. “That doesn’t sound like something I’d do.” She pulled on her bikini bottom. Hot pink and quite revealing.
“Jesus, why don’t you just wear a thong while you’re at it?”
“Hey, you’ve got the tits, I’ve got the ass.” Dawn put on her matching hot pink bikini top while Melanie got into her boring blue bathing suit. “So do they really just sit there all day, posing?”
“Absolutely.”
“This place is fucking awesome.”
They walked out of the sauna, and it was immediately clear that Dawn’s swimsuit was capturing the men’s attention.
“So how does this work?” Dawn asked.
“How does what work?”
“This. The harem. Do I shout for their attention or something?”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“Nothing bad, I promise.” Dawn let loose with a loud whistle. “Attention, gentlemen,” she called out. “Please gather in front of the sauna.”
Without hesitation, the eight men walked over to the sauna, facing the women in a perfect line.
“I can’t believe that worked,” said Daw
n. Melanie desperately wished that she had something in her hands that she could nervously fidget with.
“So is it true that you obey all of my friend’s commands?” Dawn asked.
The men nodded.
“Can I have power of attorney?”
“Dawn—!”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude. This will probably be my only chance to ever have eight muscular stud bunnies under my command, and I want to have some fun with it. C’mon, let’s enjoy ourselves for once.”
“You know what? Fine. To be honest, I’d kind of like to see this.” She turned and addressed the men. “Anybody have a problem with Dawn being in charge here?”
“Hell no,” said Julian.
“Okay, well, then she’s your official mistress or whatever you want to call her.” Melanie stepped back, ready to enjoy that special moment when Dawn realized that she’d bitten off far more than she could chew.
That special moment, however, was biding its time. Dawn surveyed the men and licked her lips. “Well, well, well,” she said, walking down the line as if she’d done this a million times. “You all certainly look like strong, healthy men. How about you all just make a muscle for me?”
This was obviously a command that the men absolutely relished. They all made enthusiastic muscles, with Julian doing a rather impressive squat as well. Carl flexed his own biceps and winked at Melanie.
They looked damn good.
Dawn walked back up the line, spending a moment looking at each one of them. “Very, very nice,” she said. “At ease.”
The men relaxed. Almost all of them had shit-eating grins. They were enjoying this far too much.
Dawn walked over and tapped Julian on the chest. “So, you really have to do whatever I say?”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Then get your ass down and do some more push-ups.”
Julian dropped to the ground and began to do vigorous push-ups. Dawn counted twenty of them and then instructed him to stand back up. Julian did so, not having even broken a sweat.
Melanie found herself wondering what it would be like to be under him during those push-ups.
Dawn walked to the next man, the blond. “Your name again?”
“Stephen, but you can call me Steve.”
“Steve, do you have any special talents like that?”
“Yes, ma’am. Many.”
“Such as?”
“I’m very good with my tongue.”
Several of the guys snickered. “I didn’t give you permission to laugh,” said Dawn, clearly having a ball with her dominatrix persona. “Laugh again and Melanie will spank your ass. Got it?”
“I am completely uninvolved,” said Melanie. “I’m a passive observer. Keep me out of this.”
“Okay, then I’ll make you spank each other’s asses, and I’m sure that nobody wants that except me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Steve.
Dawn walked up and down the line. “I just don’t know what to do with all of you. It’s quite the quandary, I must say. Eight hot guys under my command. So many possibilities. Whatever will I do?”
“Ma’am, permission to speak, ma’am,” said Keith, standing at rigid attention.
“Go ahead.”
“Ma’am, we would like to dance for you, ma’am.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” said Dawn. She glanced over at Melanie. “What do you think?”
“Quit looking to me for approval.”
Dawn returned her attention to Keith. “Yes, that’s an excellent idea.”
“Ma’am, thank you, ma’am.”
“Please have a seat, milady,” said Dennis, taking Dawn’s hand and kissing it. “We’ll be back.”
The men hurried off into one of the rooms. Melanie grabbed two beach chairs and dragged them over to where Dawn stood.
“You seem to be having the time of your life.”
“Oh, c’mon, this is fun as hell and you know it,” said Dawn, sitting down. “If they’re enjoying it and I’m enjoying it, where’s the harm?”
“It’s just…I don’t know…”
“If we’d grabbed strange men off the street, slapped dog collars on them, and forced them at gunpoint to dance, then yeah, we’d have a serious moral dilemma. But these guys auditioned! They passed rigorous screening exams and went through training. They’ve been sitting around for a month…let the poor bastards dance for us!”
“And then what?”
“Then I take two or three of ‘em to bed with me. But after they dance.”
The lights went out.
Melanie and Dawn sat in complete darkness for a few seconds.
Suddenly the place lit up like a disco club. Multi-colored lights moved in circles around the floor, and loud, pounding music with a heavy techno beat began to play.
The men emerged from the room in a line, all of them wearing black leather jackets and carrying riding crops. They walked to a spot several feet in front of Melanie and Dawn, and then simultaneously broke into synchronized and very impressive dance moves.
They all slapped the riding crops against their palms in unison and in time with the music.
“Yeah!” Dawn shouted. She whistled loudly. “Shake it!”
The men shook it. Then they pulled off the leather jackets, swung them over their heads, and tossed them across the room.
They smacked the riding crops against their palms again, this time also swaying their hips in a more than slightly suggestive manner.
Melanie burst into appreciative laughter and clapped her hands.
“Yeah!” Dawn repeated. “You know what Momma likes!”
The men held their riding crops over their head and bench-pressed them in time with the musical beat. The swaying of their hips transformed into a thrusting of their hips.
They smacked the riding crops against the floor.
This went on for another three minutes until the song ended and the lights went out.
Melanie and Dawn applauded like crazy.
A few seconds later, the regular lights came back on. They must’ve been on some kind of timer. The men were all standing in various muscle-flexing poses.
“I want to live here!” Dawn shouted.
After a moment, the men dropped their poses and returned to the line. Dawn stood back up. “How many routines like that do you have prepared?” she asked.
“Eighteen,” said Carl.
“How many of them involve riding crops?”
“Twelve.”
“Well, it was very impressive. So you really have to do whatever I say, huh?”
The men nodded.
“And what if I were to, I don’t know, say something about those bathing suits covering too much?”
No way. Melanie couldn’t believe this. Dawn was just teasing, right? She wasn’t really going to tell the men to get naked, was she?
“Ma’am, request permission to speak freely, ma’am,” said Keith.
“Granted.”
“Ma’am, I just wanted to agree with you on the matter of the swim trunks, ma’am.”
“Well then, Keith, since you’ve stated your agreement for all to hear, why don’t you be the first to rectify the unpleasant situation?”
“Ma’am, not a problem, ma’am.”
Keith grabbed the waistband of his swimsuit and tugged them down. He squatted, removed them entirely, and dropped them on the ground in front of him.
Melanie sucked in a deep breath. She’d really never expected Dawn to take it this far. Keith had a long, thick penis that was amazing even hanging limp. It was huge. The sight of it sent a shiver through Melanie’s body.
She realized that she was staring. Then she realized that Carl was watching her staring, a huge grin on his face. She immediately turned away and pretended to be studying the wall.
“Oh,” said Dawn. “Oh, my. May I touch it?”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am.”
“Goody.”
Dawn ran her fingers over his cock
and through his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Then she stepped back.
“Who in this line does not want to show me their cock?”
Nobody raised their hands.
“Because I’m gonna make this one voluntary. I’ve got plenty to keep my eyes busy with Keith here, so don’t feel like you have to participate. Anybody who wants to keep their swimsuits in place, take one step forward.”
Nobody took a step forward.
“Good,” said Dawn, sounding a bit flustered. “Then let’s move down the line.”
Melanie watched, transfixed, as Dawn instructed each of the men in turn to remove their shorts. Carl hadn’t been lying…they were all extremely well hung gentlemen, and Nate’s cock was an amazing appendage even if it was the shortest in the group. Dawn moved through the line slowly, lingering over each man, personally stroking each penis as it was exposed.
Though Melanie kept trying to tell herself that she shouldn’t be watching this, that she should just return to her room, she was unable to convince herself that she wanted to be anyplace but here.
Eventually all of the men were naked except for Carl.
Dawn looked back at Melanie. “He’s your favorite, right? Would you like to see what he has to offer?”
“I told you, I’m not involved in this.”
“Ten-to-one your pussy’s wet.”
“Dawn!”
Dawn flinched, obviously realizing that she’d gone too far. “I’m sorry,” she said, appearing genuine. “I got carried away.” She patted Carl on the shoulder. “I’ll let you stay clothed.”
“As you wish.”
Melanie found that she was more than a little disappointed, yet also relieved that Dawn wouldn’t be the first one to stroke Carl’s penis.
No, no, the only one. Melanie wasn’t touching any cocks in this room. They were nice cocks, without question, but she would not be handling them in any manner.
“So, what should we do now?” asked Dawn. “Seven naked men in front of me. How about we go skinny dipping?”
Leo raised his hand. “Permission to speak?”
“Granted.”
“The water’s really cold, and certain rumors about cold water are true.”
“Oh. Well, we wouldn’t want that. What do you suggest as a replacement?”
“Body rub.”
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