Look at the fantasy rooms.

You come to the conclusion that it is high time to take a look at the main part of the house. The fantasy rooms located on the floors above you. You guide the still naked Madison towards the stairs leading up. After arriving on the second-floor landing, you can look into a long corridor leading deeper into the building, and another stair going further up towards the third floor.

I start walking down the corridor, looking at either side, hoping to catch a glimpse of the room's contents. Unsurprisingly, most of the windows in the walls are tinted to prevent people from looking inside. But quite a few were see-through and gave me a clear view of what was played out. Each room was used for a different scenario, some mild and vanilla, others more intense, and a few were downright straddling the line of what could be considered legal.

The only thing the rooms had in common, was that the people inside were clearly enjoying that various scenes. Considering the more **** scenario's you could imagine, suddenly the presence of a security detail wasn't as farfetched as it first seemed. Someone had to make sure the guests behaved when placed in certain situations.

"So I take it it will be part of my job to make sure the clients behave themself in here?"

You ask Madison as you casually walk down the seemingly endless corridor.

"Among other things, yes. We also have an extensive list of partners that need to be monitored. Investors that need checking. You will be responsible for doing the security checks on potential new clients or workers. And coordinating with our other divisions to help improve on, and help secure the future of the house."

You raise an eyebrow at that last line. How much does a place like this need? Isn't this just a brothel? A RIDICULOUSLY high-end brothel, yes, but a brothel none the less.

"Those things will be explained should you decide to join us. For now, all you need to know is that we have many assets, and those need protection."

You move your hand to Madison's breast, and squeeze it, making the milf moan. You can certainly think of some assets that need your personal protection. The two of you continue to tour the building, taking in the various locations and activities that could be found. On more than one occasion, the conversation devolves into rounds of fucking. It's not until late into the night that you and Madison return to your room.

"Well, this was certainly the most bizarre job interview I have ever had in my life."

You say as you walk to the minibar and pour two drinks. You hand one to Madison and sit down on the bed. Madison is quick to take a seat as well, by liberally plopping her delicious butt into your lap.

"So what do you think? Are my terms to your liking? Do you take the job and work for the house?"

You take your time with your answer, savouring the excellent taste of the alcoholic beverage you picked. When you finished the drink, you wrap your arms around Madison's waist and pull her closer against you.

"I do. On one condition though. I want that little extra we talked about. And I want that extra to be exclusive."

Madison leaned in until her lips were inches away from yours.

"That can be arranged. But I expect nothing but the best from you if you want to keep it."

You flipped Madison over so that she was laying on her back on the bed. Not wasting any time, you showed her your best.

Again.

And again.

And again.

You wake up several hours later. The bed is empty, save for yourself, but the sound of a shower tells you where Madison is. On the coffee table, you see a new keycard with your name on it.

"Damn woman, you work fast."

You take a look at the wardrobe holding your clothes. Then at the shower.