by TylerRose.
“I’ll give you until Monday morning to decide if you will be on call for me. I go to all sorts of things. Any hour spent with me will be a paid hour. We can do it legally by calling you my personal assistant.”
“So I go back to my place tonight and return to you in the morning?” she asked.
“No. You’ll be staying over. I have plenty of room.”
“I don’t have any other clothes with me than this and the ones I was wearing before I bought this,” she said.
“I’m sure you’ve been kept naked for a weekend at least once in your adult life.”
She smiled, thinking of numerous weekends with Nails or Dicer. “Well, yeah.”
“There you are. I have a housekeeper, a cook and a chauffeur. They are accustomed to seeing naked young women around my home and property. They won’t look twice and won’t touch inappropriately, I promise you.”
At the restaurant, he reached down a hand to help her out of the car. The photographers did not care about him and did not take pictures. Rich business man with a hot chick was not nearly as interesting as a celebrity with someone other than their current squeeze.
“Mr. Holmes, a pleasure to see you,” they were greeted, and seated at once.
“I have standing lunch reservations. My secretary calls to cancel if I’m not going to eat here,” he said to Tyler.
“So this isn’t special for you at all. I’m sorry,” she said.
“Not for you to be sorry about. I love this place. It’s my favorite restaurant in Los Angeles. So where are you from? Your accent sounds Northern Midwest. Indiana, Michigan or Ohio?”
“Ohio,” she admitted. “I left under not happy circumstances, so I would really rather not discuss where I’m from.”
“What classes are you going to take in the fall? At which college?”
“I don’t know and I don’t know. I guess everyone here takes film and acting but I’m not interested in that. I’m not interested in being famous. I’ll see about business and accounting classes. Much steadier work than acting.”
She chose the steak, having not had one since before she left Toledo. It was about the most delicious thing she’d eaten in months.
“What have you been feeding yourself?” he asked.
“Burgers, pizza, and salad mostly,” she admitted.
He insisted she pick a dessert and enjoy every bite. In the car, he told the driver to head home, minding the speed limits. Sitting beside her, he reached for her cheek to turn her head and initiated the kissing.
“No tongue,” he said when her mouth opened wider. “Not until I do.”
Which wasn’t for the entire drive up into the hills. Softness of lips, his hand between her thighs where he could feel the warmth of her puss but wasn’t actually touching. Rather, he gently pinched wisps of her straight pubic hair between finger and thumb, pulling to let them slip through..
“Have you been with anyone since you arrived here?”
“No,” she replied, very much liking the tugging of pubic hair.
“You must be ready to explode.”
“I masturbate a lot.”
He held back his laugh to a broad smile. “I like you.”
The car turned onto a long drive through trees. Coming out the other end, she saw a huge house standing three stories tall. The car pulled up to the steps on the circle drive and the driver got out first. Coming around to open the door, standing back a step, he waited. Thomas got out and reached down a hand to help her out once more.
He held her hand on his arm as they walked up the steps to the door. The entry was immense and open with a speckled marble floor. Things collected from all around the world, as she would expect. The odd statue or figure; an interesting, ancient vase; a small but old painting.
Grand staircases on the left and right went up to rooms on either side, a balcony walkway across the middle. before the stairs was a room on both sides. Under and through were more rooms.
He took her up, to the right. His Master suite was composed of a front sitting room, the bedroom, and a dressing closet next to a huge bath. All in Oriental motifs.
“Lie down,” he said from the end of the bed, taking off his jacket.
She went to him instead, loosening his tie and opening his buttons while looking up into his eyes. She slid her hands flat up over his evenly furred chest to his shoulders to help him off with the shirt. Then she took a step back and finger and thumb closed on the zipper between her breasts. His hand physically closed around hers, stopping her.
“I did not say take it off. I said lie down.”
She turned to sit on the end of the bed, pulled herself backwards toward the middle and then lay back with her arms under her head and feet crossed at the ankles.
He bent over her, reached for the zipper.
“I want to unwrap you myself,” he said, and slowly pulled down until the leather was open and he could slide his hands under the sides and over her still concealed breasts.
Her little nipples popped up with the first touch and the parting of her thighs opened the dress to show the pale creaminess of her skin.
“You’re so pale,” he said with a kiss to her belly. “You should be a redhead.”
Kissing all the way down until he was licking her wetness. As his tongue pressed firmly over her anus, his right hand smacked down onto her left breast. Not hard. Not enough to make her flinch. Just enough to catch her breath in her throat. While licking her puss, he opened his pants to push them off, and slid in when he stretched over top of her.
“How old are you really?” he asked, pressing in to the base. “No lies. I’ll know if you lie to me.”
“Be eighteen in June,” she breathed with the fullness of him, eyes closing as the wave of arousal flushed out from her center and prickled across her skin. “Fuck you feel good.”
“You seem much more experienced than I would expect an eighteen year old to be.”
“That’s because I been fuckin’ since before I was sixteen,” she smiled at him. “And I only fuck grown men who know what to do with a woman.”
He didn’t pause. Didn’t hesitate. She got as thorough a fucking as Nails ever had done to her, and fell asleep just as quickly afterward, frustrations of many kinds temporarily spent.
Odin watched her sleep for an hour, having felt her anxieties and her fears manifesting through her sexual response. She’d needed the release of orgasm. He had felt something else present. When she was solidly out and wouldn’t be waking abruptly, he left her for the telephone down in the library.
“It’s Odin,” he said when Hades answered. “She’s here at my place. Were you aware that Tiberius had claimed her? You did too, against my express orders. But yours is not as strong as his.”
“I knew they had sex. Happened the last Thursday night she was here. He wouldn’t have known he’d reached her in that manner. He is as ignorant as she to all this.”
“We’ll keep it that way a while longer,” Odin replied. “Tell the others I’ve got her. I can keep her In Hand, so we’ll be ready to go when she Widens for the first time. I’ll keep you informed.”
Hades hung up and had himself a satisfying laugh. Odin was already underestimating her if he thought he could keep her In Hand that easily.
Odin returned to find her waking up from her nap. He told her to dress in her work clothes and they walked down past the pool to the stable and pasture beyond. He showed her the horses he kept. Three of them, one male and two females that enjoyed a pasture beyond the barn.
“I’ve decided I do like you, Tyler. A great deal. I like your blunt honesty. How about I hire you away from Ms. Chase entirely?”
“To be your paid whore?” she asked.
“On call Personal Assistant,” he corrected. “Where are you staying? I’ll pay the rent for a month until I can get you moved someplace nice.”
She balked, not wanting to tell.
“You’re at some dive no-tell motel, aren’t you?”
She nodded
, ashamed to say so.
“I hate those places,” he said quietly. “Filled with drug dealers and addicts.”
She said nothing. He was right. It was what it was and there was nothing to dispute or defend.
“I don’t want you going back to that kind of place,” he said gently. “You can stay here the weekend. I’ll give you the room across from my door so you have your own space, especially when I’m conducting business. We’ll look at a place Sunday. Get you moved out of the motel.”
“Why should you care where I stay so long as I show up clean and ready to fuck?” she asked with maybe a bit too much attitude.
Enough attitude that it made his head bob a bit and he turned squarely to her in his annoyance. Just like Nails used to do when she’d pissed him off.
“It is not a crime for one person to care about the well-being of another, Tyler. Not everyone is a serial killer or out to kidnap you. Maybe you’ve been on your own too long and have forgotten, but people can be decent and have good intentions.”
“It’s not necessarily about intentions, Thom. I spent years trying to get someone to help me out of a bad living situation. They couldn’t without endangering themselves. I got a bed for the night to cool off and was sent home in the morning because that was all they could do. They were too afraid of being charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”
“I’m not worried about it. I have good lawyers. You’re not in trouble yet, but it only takes one bad man in the right place to break in and beat the hell out of you in a motel like that. It happens every damn day somewhere around LA. Doesn’t matter how well-kept the place is. If a criminal is bent on doing a damned criminal thing, he’s going to do it.”
She couldn’t argue with that either. She knew she’d been lucky up to now, to not have some guy try to break into her room and attack her. She kept her money in the bank for a reason, and her checkbook on her and the rest of the checks in her safe deposit box. How nice it would be to not have to take those kinds of precautions, to have a home that was safe to be alone in.
“You’re not the only girl I’ve helped get a better place to live. None of them were allowed to discuss it. I didn’t want any other others to expect it, so they wouldn’t have told you; but Ms. Chase knew. You can go call her right now if you want. She knows I’ve helped a number of girls, including some from other services. I own buildings. Lots of buildings. There’s always an empty apartment in one of them. I can’t save every drug addicted woman I see; but I can help you out of a bad spot. All you have to do is let me.”
She blinked up at him, wanting to trust. That last step was always the hardest one. The “letting” part.
“What’s the name?” he asked. “Give me the key. I’ll send my driver now to go collect your things and sign you out and get any weekly or monthly amount refunded.”
“I’m only paid up through Monday. How about we go there together to get my stuff on whatever day you’re going to get me an apartment?”
“If that would make you feel more comfortable. But why?” he asked.
“Put yourself in my shoes. Phone calls aside, we actually met this morning and now you’re asking for the key to my room to take possession of my possessions while you give me a room in your home. Do you not see how easily that looks like a trap?”
He’d not wanted it to seem that way. Not one of the others even noticed it could be.
“I escaped a trap, with my mother’s husband. I’m not going to put myself into another by being chained to your bed.”
“Not even for an hour?” he teased. “It’s still the afternoon.”
She laughed and gave him a push.
“You agreed to come here for one day and night, just like all the others have done. You know not one of them has ever worried that I was going to keep them in a cell in the basement. Not one of them has given you cause for concern or said a bad word about me. You know they would be screaming to everyone who would listen if they thought I was like that.”
“That’s true enough,” she had to humph.
Bad dates got heard about, in glorious detail. Ms. Chase would rather drop them as a client than send another girl to them.
“I’m the one refusing to have them over a second time,” he reminded her. “Not the reverse. Don’t let yourself overthink it and insert suspicion where no one else ever has. My driveway gate may always be locked and under surveillance, but the walk-in gate beside it is always open. You can walk out of here whenever you want.”
He stopped talking. She remained silent. One of the horses came over to the fence to see her.
“Can we ride the horses?” she asked.
He whistled for them to come to the barn and taught her how to saddle a horse. They went riding out a back gate and onto a trail up into the mountain he owned.
Sunday afternoon he took her to the motel to pack her suitcase and check out. They went to one of the closer apartment buildings his company owned. Twentieth floor, two bedroom two bath–and then she felt the building move.
“Holy fuck! Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” he asked, having perceived nothing.
“The building swayed.”
“Tall buildings do that, Tyler.”
“What’cha got below the tenth floor?” she asked, heading for the elevator. “No way am I going to be in the sway zone.”
“You won’t even notice after a few days. Look at that view.”
“The fuck I won’t notice,” she muttered, jamming her finger into the down button about ten times. “Come on! Get me off this floor! Where are the stairs?!”
With a sigh, Thomas followed her. In the elevator, she gripped the rail tight in a near panic attack. She could see it plain as day. The building coming down in an earthquake, dead people, broken buildings, fires. She couldn’t breathe, smelled the smoke and burning electrical wires. His hand around her upper arm jolted her out of the vision, and within seconds it was like she’d never seen. Except that the images themselves wouldn’t leave her.
He took her to number 606, a corner apartment he kept in reserve in case he picked up a girl he didn’t want to take all the way back to his home. She walked around, looking. Two bed, two bath, nice kitchen. Yes, she could see herself living here.
“How much is the rent?”
“Not for you to worry about. It’s part of your salary as my on call personal assistant. I’ll get you a cell phone too, so you aren’t sitting here doing nothing when you could be out there going to the beach. I’ve also assigned you a car and driver until you learn your way around. After you turn eighteen I’ll get you a car of your own. That gives you about two months.”
He gave her a card with the driver’s name and phone number on it.
“After I turn eighteen, I can get my own car, Thomas,” she pointed out, opening the fridge to see a sixer of bottles of beer with three missing and a four pack of citrus wine coolers with one missing. She took a wine cooler and cracked it open to drink, asking, “Won’t you miss your bachelor pad?”
“If I have you on call, I won’t need it.”
“So I can go where I want. Do what I want. I just have to be ready to drop everything to come fuck you.”
The challenge in her eyes was remarkably intense for someone so young.
“Crudely put, but that’s the gist of it.”
“You will pay for my apartment, pay for my car and driver, plus pay me two hundred an hour cash when I’m with physically with you.”
“Yes.”
She thought about that, nodded. “I don’t do needles, knives, electricity or single tail whips. I don’t lick twat or suck ass—“
His laugh stopped her.
“Tyler, honey, if I haven’t done it to you this weekend, then I’m probably not going to. My preferences are not nearly so exotic. The most I’ll do to you is give you a spanking now and then and play a domination game or two. I enjoy your company. I like your energy. And you told me why you left home when I asked. You didn
’t lie. Continue to be honest with me and we’ll have no problems.”
“I have one other condition.”
“What?” he asked, still smiling.
“You don’t ever come here to this apartment again. If I’m going to be at your beck and call, then I need a place you don’t invade except by telephone. And I won’t bring any guys here.”
“Guys?” he questioned.
“Yeah. You said I’m free to go where I want and do what I want and not once have you said anything about being exclusive. I reserve the right to meet guys and go on dates. I’m not going to leave one trap to live in another. If you cannot let me have that freedom, then the whole deal’s off. You can pay me what you owe me for this weekend, which is fifty hours at two hundred dollars. That’s ten grand. Added to the money I already have, that’s a tidy sum to take me wherever I want to start again. So what’s it gonna be?”
He stared at her hard for a long moment and she stared right back, unflinching and unwavering.
“You don’t forget anything someone says, do you?”
“Nope, I don’t.”
“Very well. I agree to your terms. But I must take top priority,” he added. “I or my secretary will call you with plans when I want to see you. If I don’t call by eleven am, assume I won’t be wanting you that day.”
“Give me tomorrow and Tuesday off, please. Unless you don’t mind I’m sore from this weekend and you have to take it easy with me.”
“Then I will tell you now that I will want to see you on Wednesday. Your car will be here at eleven am to bring you to lunch.”
“Okay then. When do I get paid for this past weekend?
He took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it over to her. Thirty one hundred dollar bills.
“The rest will be transferred into your bank account tomorrow morning. Anything over eight grand is reported to the IRS, so your payments will be split. No taxes will be taken out of your money. Rather, it’ll be reversed so that you end up with the amount paid and your taxes are properly paid. I’ve paid Ms. Chase separately. You don’t have to settle up. I’ll tell her to mail your last check for telephone work.”
