Driven Lust

by Abby Adams Publishing

  Niles went on through the last door and James followed. It had rooms to the side but the hallway appeared longer. An elevator stood at the end. Opening it up with a swipe card, Niles pressed the blue number 1.

  The elevator stopped and James found himself facing the back side of the garage. More vehicles sat here. Niles explained there was a parking lot just outside and this entrance was used by staff and servants. Directing James' attention over to his Cadillac, Virgil stepped out of it and tossed him the keys.

  "Not a bad ride," nodding at the car, "I'll get the maintenance log started for it." he said, pointing to a room in a corner, "Mechanic office is there. Any problems look up Ernest."

  "Ok, am I clear to leave now?" James asked, thinking the tour was over and he had probably worn out his welcome.

  "Where would you go?" Niles asked, handing his weapon back to him.

  "Home, I guess." James replied, wondering what kind of question that was.

  "Boy, you are home." Virgil guffawed. "Your crap is unloaded already. Servants are moving all of it into your room."

  "Wait, I'm moving in here?" James asked unbelievingly. "I have an obligation at my apartment."

  "Already taken care of, stud." Niles announced.

  "James!" he heard, coming in from an entrance on the side. Turning around, he recognized Lisa walking in.

  "Good evening and good to see you again." James replied. She looked great. Wearing a halter top and safari pants, her looks struck James like it did the first time.

  Eyeing the sharply dressed hunk, she asked, "You headed out?"

  "No, apparently I am not." James reckoned.

  She greeted Virgil and Niles then asked him, "Would you walk with me?"

  "You have me." James replied, and they walked over and went back down the elevator.

  "So, Spenco got their mitts on you?" Lisa asked.

  "Oh, I'd say they were all over me." James laughed nervously.

  His new phone made a sound. Looking at it, it was his calendar alerting him about a doctor's appointment tomorrow at eleven. Lisa asked what it was and he told her.

  "Oh, your physical and crap. Been there, done that." laughing, "What else you got scheduled?"

  James never worked with a smart phone before. Text, camera, and phone had been good enough. Looking it over, he had an appointment for that evening. 'Cathleen Spencer, 21:00, personal session.' checking the next day, 'AP DL#4299 15:23 Dawn Gracie Hyatt Downtown' and another listed '3127 Brittany Trail 20:00 Stacy Davidson as directed' and recited all this to Lisa.

  "Ok, they set it up in military time. They give you the pickup first, then the time, then the destination." she explained.

  "Really, you seem to know how it works." James surmised.

  "I ought to," Lisa showed him one of hers, 'Business Center Complex, 11:00, George Kline, Marriott AP'.

  "That was today. What took so long?" James asked.

  "That was a special service client, silly." Lisa replied, pulling the phone back. James wondered if she was the female equivalent to his position then.

  The elevator opened and they walked the hallway to the rec room. James opened and held the door for her. A few people had gathered around and were chatting. Lisa introduced them. James didn't know why a lawyer or accountant needed to stay at the house. All they said was, "We are I.R.S. deterrents." and laughed.

  James and Lisa continued to her room. He noticed his door was open. A man in overalls was coming out and seen him looking.

  "Your stuff?" he asked, thumbing behind him.

  "It seems so." James replied.

  "Man, too many books!" he huffed, "Don't you own anything that doesn't weigh fifty pounds?"

  James just shrugged his shoulders, stepping out of the way of the dolly he was using.

  Lisa opened her door with a swipe card and invited him in.

  Pink. The woman was addicted to it apparently. Bed sheets, dressers, and walls; all covered with pink. She even had pink stuffed animals. James stepped inside and held an arm across his eyes, fending off the fluorescent color. “Egad woman!”

  "Oh! I have more pink than this." she reached in a drawer and pulled out something. "Even my toys!" and showed him a pink little dildo.

  "Tell me the paint doesn't glow in the dark." James responded.

  She laughed and said, "No, but my night light makes it seem like it!"

  James suspected any light would just reflect all the pink, even candle light. Her bed was a king size, he noted. Thinking of his being a single, he just had to ask, "How do I get a bed this size?"

  "Oh, just buy it." she said matter-of-factly, and it sounded so simple to James all of a sudden.

  What time do you work out?" Lisa asked.

  "I hit the campus gym at 7:00 Am." he answered.

  "Oh, we got a gym here. I'll knock on your door at quarter till tomorrow." she suggested.

  "Fantastic, I'd like to see the gym." wondering why he didn't get that on the tour. That would save him from joining a public gym.

  They talked a bit more but James wanted to arrange his room before his appointment. She offered to help and followed him over.

  "Say, where's the bathroom?" James wondered aloud.

  "We each have our own." walking over to a panel door and sliding it back. It was complete with shower, sink, and toilet.

  "Hope you had towels to bring. Cat doesn't supply them. She says she supplies enough crap as it is." and laughed.

  "This being two stories below ground, is there a problem with claustrophobia?" James was curious about cabin fever.

  "Not if you use this." Lisa said, snatching up the remote from the dresser. She turned the vent on and another button gave a camera view of outside, displaying on his outer wall. He could see the sun setting in real time.

  "That is over the top." James exclaimed, amazed at the view. He could see the pool and beyond.

  "What day did you get off?" Lisa asked.

  "I have got to say, that never occurred to me to ask." James told her, setting his pictures on the dresser.

  "Probably Sunday ... although it doesn't feel like a day off." she figured.

  "Why?" he wondered, as it seemed to be a good question.

  "Because, it doesn't really seem like you're working anyway." she explained, gathering socks from a box and stowing them in a drawer.

  "It sounds almost too good to be true." James thought out loud.

  "Oh, you can tell me that when you're fucking a 300 pound rhino and they want on top." she giggled, pulling his underwear out of a box. "You do strictly boxers? You need bikini underwear. This crap won't work at all."

  Embarrassed over a girl looking at his underwear, plus the fact that she mentioned something he didn't consider appropriate made him turn red.

  "Bashful? You'll lose that soon enough!" she told him, tossing his underwear in with his socks.

  "Dry cleaners pick up at 9am every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Make sure you drop them at the counter before then." she instructed as she pulled out his slut mags. "What have we here?"

  James made an attempt at taking them from her. Lisa was quicker, "Whoah! Slow your roll big fella!" holding up her hand, "I like these too ya know! Learn to share." and started leafing through the stack.

  "Well, a man must make do." James justified.

  "My tits are bigger than hers." Lisa held up a picture of a girl tonguing a cock. "Maybe I should model."

  James looked at the magazine then at Lisa's chest, "I really can't tell." he said, and then grinned.

  She huffed at him and said, "Your memory is that bad?" as she twisted right and left.

  "Well, I could use a reminder." he hinted.

  "Oh, you can't get excited now. You have a meeting at nine, remember?" she advised, looking at her wrist. There was no watch on it.

  James pulled out his phone to check the time. Crap, it's close to nine now! "Crap, where do I go? I got ten minutes?!"

  Lisa picked up the intercom and asked, "Virgil, where is Madam?" and
listened.

  "Thanks!" and hung up.

  "Second floor balcony." she informed him.

  "Quickest way?" he asked.

  Sighing, she said, "Elevator, duh." and led him out.

  James let her have his key card; she wanted to finish his unpacking for him. Walking up to the exit for the balcony, she patted his bottom and whispered, "Go get 'er Studly." she giggled, and turned away.

  Chapter Five

  James knocked on a glass pane by the double folding outside doors.

  "Come in James." Cathleen called, taking a sip from a stemmed glass, "I'm glad you checked your calendar."

  "Yes Miss Cathleen. I regret not having a proper title but none would do you justice." he said, staring at her back on entering. Her gown was sheer and he could make out a thong-covered ass and a bikini top under it. All were pearl white. Her hair was down, but her heels peeking out of a three inch high white slipper. Did he guess twenty? She looked younger standing there. If she planned to dress like a goddess, she succeeded.

  "Miss or Madam will do. Although the title of Madam demands I dominate you." and he thought she smiled while she turned around to face him.

  James was immediately aware of her breasts which bared her nipples above a cupless support. Her thong was almost as narrow in the front, the sides of her lips clearly showing through the sheer gown. Her face wore a little makeup, but James thought she could get by without it.

  "I would be a submissive slave if such beauty demanded it." James replied, hoping she wouldn't take him up on it.

  "Ah, your tongue is writing checks your ass couldn't cash, James." she stated smugly, walking back in from the balcony. James followed meagerly behind her.

  "Perhaps, but it would be yours with a debt." James countered, now fighting a bulge from staring at her form.

  She led him to a large bedroom with plush carpeting and sat in a love seat at the foot of her bed. "I have been remise, how have you found your benefits?"

  "I was shocked to see my personal belongings arrive here." James started. "I neither expected, nor deserve such luxury." still trying to get over being abducted.

  "Then your debt has mounted." she mused, "You will make a payment tomorrow." sitting her glass in her lap empty. James reached for it and placed it on a night stand. Seeing an opened bottle, filled it and handed it back while sitting down beside her.

  "I need some instruction regarding that, I'm afraid." he admitted, folding his hands together and placing his elbow on the arm.

  "Just let her seduce you." was her advice as she waved off his concerns.

  "Which one of them is that?" James' asked, still worried about his role.

  "Why both clients of course." she giggled.

  "Ah, so I will let them lead me." James felt a little better. Seducing women is a lowly task. He was far better off letting women chase him than him doing the chasing.

  "You will not fail, James. You are guaranteed to have sex with them both," she touched his thigh, "and they only want sex." easing his mind.

  "Is there anything I should know about them?" James thought to ask.

  "Dawn Gracie is a business client that I owe a favor to. She is coming into town to cash that favor in. You are part of that favor." she sighed, "Stacy Davidson is my cousin. She has been lonely since her divorce and I want to set her up with a blind date. You are that blind date. She knows what you look like and has looked forward to this dinner. You may remember her by her red hair. That reminds me, an Amex card has been issued for your expenditures. It was placed in your wallet earlier. Keep in mind that it only has a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar limit."

  James became aroused after listening to what he had in store for the following day and it was sparked by the scantily clad woman in front of him. But hearing about a quarter of a million dollars for a spending limit set him back.

  "I am afraid that your expectance will bear me strife. A spending limit that meets or surpasses most towns' budget is a responsibility I wouldn't like to shoulder." James admitted aloud, almost terrified with the amount.

  "That is exactly what I wanted to hear." she sighed, "And it is also the reason why you have it. Anyone not worried would be untrustworthy, you see."

  "Is there a way you could cut it back?" James requested.

  "Unfortunately, we cannot. You see, the limit would be reached before the end of the month. We estimate your expenditures will exceed it should it be less."

  "You expect me to spend that much in a month?!" he was flabbergasted, what could cost so much?

  “You have the suit that was purchased today, the clubhouse, with all the accessories were $twenty-five hundred" she reasoned, "You will pay for the hotel our guest is staying in with that card. You will take my cousin to a five star restaurant if she chooses and pay for that with the card. All in one day and that adds up in thirty days."

  "How in the world do you stay in business with that overhead?" James asked.

  "Ah, welcome to America, it is all a tax write-off!" she laughed. "I don't have accountants and lawyers for nothing."

  James reflected on his goals of becoming a force against crime, which seemed futile to begin with, but hearing Cathleen talk about so many dollars like it was monopoly money gave him a shiver.

  "I am overwhelmed by it all." he admitted.

  "If you find monetary engineering baffling, we won't even mention social engineering." she laughed.

  "I am amazed of the intricacies of your burdens. Mine seems pale in comparison." he sighed, "If there is anything I could do to alleviate your plight, I would be honored to accommodate."

  "That is excellent news!" she cheered, and pressed a buzzer somewhere under the arm of the love seat.

  A young girl of high school age came to the doorway, "Yes Miss?"

  James took note of the maid from earlier and was again struck by her fair beauty. She almost looked under age.

  "Jill, we are ready for bed." Cathleen stated.

  "Yes, Miss." she bowed, and walked back out.

  Cathleen stood up and gestured for James to do the same. After a minute, the maid returned with another. James was struck by the fact that they were identical. Both approached and one began undressing Cathleen. The other stepped over to James and started on his clothes.

  "My modesty defeats me." James proclaimed, trying to stop the girl.

  "Relax James, they know what you have." Cathleen smirked.

  James relented and the girl had him stripped to his boxers. His modesty affected his manhood as it had lost the attention it possessed.

  "Boxers, James? Those absolutely need burned. Get bikini underwear tomorrow." Cathleen ordered. "A woman can't judge the goods in a package like that." and both the girls giggled. "Strip him!" she ordered, and the girls walked to him, grabbing a side and yanked them past his knees.

  "James, your embarrassment has left you flaccid." she huffed, "Girls, get it up." and both went after him.

  James held his hands up, looked at Cathleen, and shrugged with a dazed look. Looking down, he lost his place as he couldn't tell which one was Jill.

  "Jill; who is the other princess beside you?" he asked.

  He immediately regretted asking as the one with his cock in her mouth removed it and said, "Jack" and went to take him back but the other had taken it over. Jill looked back up at him and gave him a frown. James mouthed, "Sorry" at the disappointed girl.

  "Jacqueline and Jill are my two personal maids. Both are 18 of course. They have been with me for over two years. When they turned sixteen, the Duchess of Kettering gave them as a gift to me." Cathleen said proudly.

  "A gift?” James inquired, taken aback somewhat. “That is unbelievable!"

  Slavery was a nasty business. He knew that other countries still do it. That would cross a line on his moral compass. He wondered if that was what Cathleen had meant.

  "Their parents were servants for the Duchess. They come from a long line of servants. Her giving them to me is more complicated however. But, I'll
say they are better off with me than anywhere else." she explained.

  James thought about that and decided that Cathleen was probably right, knowing the treatment he had received thus far.

  The twins had gone to work after learning to share. Jill grabbed his ass cheek on one side and Jack the other and each took their turns mouthing him into an erection.

  "What's your best guess on him girls?" Cathleen asked, pointing at the creation they made.

  "Eight inches." said one and the other agreed.

  "They do this often?" James asked, noticing how casual it seemed to them.

  "Not really, but we girls talked about it and thought you'd be delighted to have them service you." Cathleen giggled.

  "Can I have him when you're done Miss?" Jack asked. "My pussy is awful achy."

  "Wait, I saw him first!" Jill piped in. "My pussy aches too!"

  "James is a commodity; you aren't to hurt him in any way." Cathleen ordered, "Besides, it will be up to him." sighing, "Has he got a hot body?"

  Since they’d only seen him closely from the crotch, they rubbed their hands on him and turned him around; giving him an inspection, one said, "He has a tight ass." and smacked it, making James tense up. "I like his muscles." the other one said.

  Cathleen removed her last article of clothing by kicking her shoes off. She climbed into bed and spread her legs. "Jack, get me wet. Jill, keep him hard."

  Jack climbed between her legs. Jill sat James on the edge so he could watch, and then dropped to his cock to pay him lip service. Jack must have hit a good spot because Cathleen said, "Oh, right there!" and grabbed Jack's hair to guide her.

  James had never witnessed another person servicing a woman, let alone another girl doing the servicing. As was expected, he found it most erotic. Jack seemed to enjoy her task and the breasts of Cathleen's were merely a foot from him. Jill was just as pleased to have his cock in her mouth as she stroked his shaft. The urge was irresistible and his hand fondled Cathleen's breast and nipple. His other hand went to Jill's head as he felt her caress the back side of his cock with her tongue.