He gets homesick.

John felt a bit homesick. The voice on the speaker sounded so much like his mom snapping out orders to her crew of construction workers. Well, technically his dad’s crew, but everyone knew who was really calling the shots and signing the paychecks. His mom didn’t tolerate slackers, but treated performers top-notch. There was a reason his Dad’s company had the best rep in the business.

He just had one question. Who was this Maki who was going to show him the way? “Maki?” he asked as he set Neal down on her feet, but got no reply from the speaker.

“Just go up to the front door. She’s likely already standing there waiting to open it just before you knock,” Betty told him.

“Please, my lion. Don’t send me away,” Neal begged, dropping to her knees in front of John.

Feeling uncomfortable with the girl’s dependency on him, John looked over at Betty for advice.

“For heaven’s sake, John. For all intents and purposes you own her right now. Just order her to go with me!” Betty said in an exasperated voice.

“Hmmm, okay. Neal, you’re to go with Betty. In a minute,” John said. Not giving his blond friend any warning he looped an arm around Betty’s waist and picked her up off the ground, swiveling her body so it was horizontal as he did so. He balanced her struggling body on his hip, holding her easily in place. With Betty’s head and arms behind him and her kicking legs in front. He delivered a pair of hard swats to her jean covered ass.

“Ouch! Fuck! Damn! That hurt, John!” Betty complained as he set her back on her feet. She reached behind herself to rub her chastised ass while giving John a dirty look.

John shrugged. “You were asking for it,” he told the red-faced blonde. He had a sneaking suspicion that there might be more than a little truth in that statement. He looked over at Neal, and saw the girl looking at Betty with an expression of jealousy.

John could see the calculation in Neal’s eyes and knew in a moment she was going to try and do something to get the same sort of attention as Betty. To forestall that he went with the only thing he could think of that might motivate her. “Neal, I’ll see you later. If you’re a good girl I’ll let you suck my cock.”

Neal’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning. “Yes, my lion. I’ll be a very good girl, and I promise I won’t disappoint you again.” She likely would have said more but Betty grabbed her by the ear and dragged her, protesting all the way, toward the back of the house. John was left all alone facing the intimidating front entrance. He had a feeling not many people of his status had walked through that door. He wouldn’t be surprised if this Maki took one look at him and said, “Delivery in the rear.”

John grinned, struck by the idea that with the new circumstances he’d be able to make a delivery to her rear, and she’d love him for it. Then he thought about Neal’s cringy behavior and reconsidered. The last thing he needed was another bimbo with only one thought occupying her mind. How to get her next fix.

John reached the front door and mindful of what Betty had told him waited for it to swing open. When nothing happened after a few seconds he decided that the blonde had been messing with him and raised a hand to knock. No sooner had he done so than the door swung open, forcing him to take a step back.

The big man scowled, ready to give whoever had pranked him hell, but then he saw what was on the other side of the door and felt a frisson of fear. He took a long step back from the life-sized porcelain doll dressed as an old-timey maid standing in the middle of the doorway. It was almost five feet tall with a ghost white face and unblinking black eyes. It looked like something you might see in a horror movie, or looming from the shadows at a Carnival fun-house. This Maki had a twisted sense of humor.

“Not funny!” John said firmly, resolutely not looking at the creepy doll as he scanned the interior of the foyer for a real person.

“Mistress Natalia is waiting for you, my lord.” A voice said in a flat monotone. John felt shivers run down his spine as he slowly lowered his gaze to discover the doll had lifted her head slightly to look up at him.

“Not cool, guys! I don’t have time for games!”

“We are aware, my lord. Please follow me.” This time John could see the doll’s mouth move. The only reason he didn’t scream like a little girl was because it was clearly a living mouth and not a hinged ventriloquist dummy mouth. Without another word the doll-like girl turned on her heels and began to walk smoothly across the room toward a staircase. The tiny high heels on her feet click, clicking against the hardwood floor as she walked. He realized the girl was even shorter than he’d thought as the heels added a good two inches to her height.

John received another, more pleasant, surprise when the doll-girl turned away from him, however. While she looked like she was wearing a full maid outfit when facing him, that was not the case. When she turned around it was revealed that the back half of the outfit was a webwork of thin straps that held the front in place, but did nothing to conceal her back, or her pert muscular ass, which was very much flesh and blood. Nothing artificial could jiggle like that. The outfit was like a mullet. All business in the front, and a party in the back.

Mesmerized John followed that ass as the girl reached the stairs and began to climb them. He actually waited a bit until she was several steps up, putting her curvy bubble butt at eye level with him, before he started up after her. With his new perspective John caught glimpses of a tight little hairless pussy, and brief flashes of an even tighter looking brown rosebud between her small but firm cheeks.

It was a pity the girl was so tiny, there was no way John was ever going to give those two holes the attention they deserved. Even though he knew it was illogical he found himself becoming annoyed. The little tease knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she also knew that there was no way he’d ever be able to take her up on what she was offering on a silver platter. About the only sex act he’d be able to perform with her was hot-dogging, and he was no fumbling virgin having to settle for a mere simulation of the real thing. He was tempted to bend her over the first handy object and give her the scare of her life by threatening to jam his oversized cock up one of her undersized orifices. That would teach her not to tease the bull.

They reached the landing for the next floor and the girl led John down a hallway covered in thick woven carpets and with walls paneled with dark ancient looking solid wood paneling. It was as quiet as a tomb, the floor covering and walls seemed to suck up all noise. Not only could John not hear the doll girl’s heels clicking with each step, he couldn’t hear his own much heavier steps. The smooth silent way she was moving almost kept him from admiring her ass, almost.

At last they reached a large double door. The girl pulled one side open and then stepped aside. “The mistress and her guest are expecting you, my lord.”

Once more facing that pale dollface John actually turned sideways so he could keep an eye on the tiny girl, who couldn’t have weighed more than eighty five pounds, as he sidled past her. He continued to turn after entering the room, not being willing to turn his back on her. That was why he didn’t see who was waiting for him in the room until he pulled the door shut and turned around, only to boggle in shock at who he found waiting for him. If he had been given a thousand guesses he would never have gotten the answer. It took him totally by surprise.