A naked sex doll.

"Here we are. Welcome hoooo...fuck!"

Posed in the hallway, as we both entered, at first glance appeared to be a nude woman, squatting on a dildo, while stuffing a second down her throat.

"What, the actual, fuck?!?!" I cried out in disgust as I tried to look away. This was a mistake. I instantly regretted coming here and was about to immediately turn around and leave.

"What the hell?" Said an unfamiliar male voice; older and equally confused to what was going on. Suddenly it started shouting, "Ashley you bastard, what do you think you're bloody playing at? Come get your fuck doll before I castrate you!"

The sound of footsteps running down stair soon followed, and once more I had to do a double take on what I initially thought was a woman. A distinctly male voice from very feminine figure, dressed in short shorts and crop top, spoke up. "What's all the racket for then? Oh, there's Joyce. I wondered where she got off too." The effeminate man smirked, giving me a side eyed glance before turning to whom I assumed at this point was Grant.

"Don't play dumb, Ash. No one is buying your bollocks. You're lucky I don't throw you out. Now pick up your plastic cum dump and piss off."

The femboy silently did as he was told and left, dragging the doll behind him.

"I'm so sorry for that. Not exactly the first impression I was hoping for. I'm Grant, Grant MacMillan. Pleasure to meet you Miss Kirk." He was definitely older than Alex and I. The way he carried himself gave it away; there was also something in his face. A sign of experience and maturity, even if he was only two years our senior. He was also a text book example of what my mother would have referred to as devilishly handsome.

"It's all right." I say half heartedly. I would honestly have been disappointed if it had been a normal greeting at the door. This way, I knew Alex wasn't pulling my leg. "And please, Fiona will do. I always feel weird when people use my last name."

"Well Fiona, if you would follow me to the dinning room, we'll get the ball rolling. Alex, could you take her bags to the room?"

Alex gave me another smile as I gave him my bag. "You'll be fine. I promise." He said before making his own way upstairs, leaving me to follow after Grant.

The house already looked big from the outside, but now I felt like I'd just stepped into a TARDIS. The hallway led to a massive kitchen and dinning room. Blackout blinds seemed to cover all the windows with ambient wall lighting given a warm and cosy atmosphere. Be still my little goth heart. Alas my joy ended too soon as Grant turned on the main light for the interview.

"So," said Grant as he pulled a seat out for me. "Let's start with the elephant in the room." He chose to sit on the table edge next to some forms. "You're aware of what goes on here?"

"Yes, Alex explained it too me." The serious expression on Grant's face made him look older now but also more attractive in an authoritative kind of way. The situation reminded me of when a teacher keeping me back at the end of class. My mind briefly imagining being put over Grant's knee and being spanked. Where the fuck did that come from?

"I want to reassure you that you are under no pressure to partake or in any way be involved with that aspect of the house, if you choose to live here. Alex has informed me of your immediate situation and I refuse to let a promising young lady like yourself live on the streets. I know that the council has homeless accommodation but that's no good for someone looking to start college."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that. Though I admit, I'm having a tough time understanding why a group of guys would want to live together for the sole purpose of having a group wank?" Blunt and to the point but something about Grant just seemed to put me at easy; all the while, his softened expression told me that he appreciated my honesty.

"Maybe it would be better to show you, if you feel comfortable with seeing men masturbating?"

Ok, not the response I was expecting. Whether it was nerves or a brief moment of insanity, I simply nodded with a sharp, short, "Okay." What the hell did I just agreed to?

Grant immediately stood up and signaled to follow him back into the hallway. There was a small seam in the wall, closest to the kitchen, that was almost impossible to notice unless you were looking for it. With a firm push, Grant opened a hidden door to the basement staircase.

I could suddenly feel a slight beat through the floor as I crossed the threshold, fould by the sound of faint moans and music.

"Soundproofing in the some of the walls and floors so we don't disturb the neighbours." Grait said with a jovial smile. He was trying to put me at ease and oddly enough, it was working.

I felt safe with this strange man I had just met. Maybe I did bloody fancy him? Or maybe he just had a way to disarm people. Was I the first woman getting to see his little den of sin? But most importantly, why the fuck did I agree to this?

It was too late for regrets as my eyes and ears were suddenly assaulted by a cavalcade of pornography. Before we were even half way down the winding staircase, monitors lining the walls displayed scenes of every kind of sex act imaginable. The lights drew dimmer towards the bottom with purple hew. I could barely string two thoughts together amongst the constant moans and cries of "fuck me," that filled the air.

As we entered the den proper, I was greeted by a dark room, lit only by the screens that covered the walls. Some showing full videos of women fucking and sucking cocks, while others cycled through images and GIF's of naked men and women. A cylindrical couch could barely be seen in the middle of the room, where I could make out the outline of two men sitting together, naked from the waist down. Their hands reached across to stroke the others solid erections as they watched the largest of the screens. Instead of a monitor, it was a video shown through a wall mounted projector.

The video itself was weird. Split into three frames. The middle frame showed a naked, full figured red head, enjoying herself on a large dildo. The two frames on either side showed the same woman but dressed up in skimpy outfit doing some kind of tiktok dance.

The men on the couch seemed enraptured by the performer, watching the video intensely as they slowly massaged each others full lengths.

I was so focused on the two of them that my heart skipped a beat as Grant leaned in to speak. "Have you seen enough? Or maybe you'd like to join in?"