One hell of an audition – and, unbeknownst to Noah, for an audience

DING-DONG!

The door opened up almost before Noah had removed his finger from the bell. Inside was... a petite Asian-looking woman in a skimpy maid outfit, who bowed and said, "Miss Shannon, and the new Master-candidate. Welcome."

"Oho, right," Shannon said with a giggle. "Mistress Elina brought over a few servants to keep the house running after Blake left. This is Ainu – she's not one of yours, maybe not yet, but she's definitely one of hers." In a more firm tone of voice, she asked, "****, where can we find the Mistress?"

Noah's eyes widened in alarm at the sudden drop in respect, but the maid (Japanese, Noah realized at the last second) simply closed her eyes and shivered for a second before responding, "Upstairs in the... master bedroom. She has instructed that the Master-candidate meet her promptly and alone."

"Ah, of course." She gave Noah an extra-firm pat on the back. "Audition time! You got this. And as for you, slut, do you have any immediate tasks to attend to?"

Still keeping her head low, Ainu said, "No, Lady Shannon. Not until it is time to prepare lunch, when I shall be required in the kitchen. Mistress Elina has graciously allowed me to attend to you and you alone."

Shannon stepped up to the Japanese maid and hugged her against her enormous chest, causing the other young woman to squeak out a high-pitched moan. "Aww Ainu, you're the best. I'm so glad you're back. You're going to worship my boobs while my boyfriend auditions to become the Master of the house. Got it?"

"H-Hai..." Ainu gasped, as if lost in the pleasure of Shannon's immense, perfect tits.

Noah remained frozen on the doorstep. He'd never seen so much submissive eroticism outside of the internet before. Shannon just shot him a naughty grin and said, "What are you waiting for, tiger? Go get 'er."

As he moved through the house and up the stairs, Noah got the sense he was being watched from many directions. He could hear hushed, furtive discussions through a couple of the walls. Just how many girls lived here, and what did they think of this whole arrangement? Noah got the sense he wasn't entirely welcome. At least the master bedroom wasn't hard to find, and he ducked in quickly.

Inside was an incredibly spacious room with a giant round bed at the back, a minibar off to one side, and the doors to a large walk-in wardrobe on the other side. And sitting at the edge of the bed, legs crossed and hands on her knees, was a tall and beautiful woman with long, wavy, raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her skin was much lighter and almost fair compared to Shannon and Ainu, like a Middle-Eastern porcelain goddess. All she was wearing was a white dress shirt loosely buttoned over her chest, with no evidence of any kind of underwear beneath. On top of that, the room was filled with an unplaceable but unmistakably feminine scent.

"Elina?" Noah asked first, trying not to look too intimidated.

"Noah," she replied in a confirming way. "Let's cut to the chase: Everything Shannon knows about you, she shared with me. Your history, your personality, your..." Her eyes glanced down at Noah's increasingly strained jeans. "...natural talents... The decision to bring you here was not hers alone. So understand that you're here because I already think that you have, at the very least, the potential to grow into the role of this harem's Master."

She stood up, confirming that the white dress shirt was the only thing she was wearing, and walked around Noah in a predatory fashion. Noah simply tracked her with his eyes but let her admire freely. "So how does that fit with everyone here calling you 'Mistress'?"

"Because these women love me too," she replied in a low, throaty voice, stopping behind him and running her hands over Noah's shoulders. "And I love these women. That's the only reason why I'm doing this. As you are now, you couldn't 'conquer' me, not in a single day. But these girls are more than just a harem to me. I don't take just any pretty girl. I don't do what I do for the challenge, or just to satisfy what's coded into my DNA. I've fallen in love with each and every one of them; each and every one of them is beautiful, inside and out. So if they need a man again, I'll move heaven and earth to find one worthy of them. And if anyone hurts them... they're dead to me. Understand?"

Noah turned around and locked gazes with Elina's enchanting eyes. "Any friend of Shannon's is a friend of mine," he said, summoning all his courage, "and I want to help them. This may be a dream come true, and it may also be the hardest thing I'll ever do in my life. But if there's one thing I learned from my backwards parents, it's at least that a man shouldn't back down when someone's in need."

"Gooooood," Elina purred. "That bravado will serve you well starting out. But let's face facts." She started to push Noah back towards the bed, reaching under his shirt to pull it up and off his toned torso. "This is a harem. One thing matters above all..."

With one swift motion that boggled Noah's mind, she unbuckled his belt, pushed him onto the mattress, and pulled the belt off completely as he fell.

"Your staying power. Welcome to the real audition, Noah."

Elina grabbed the waist of his jeans and underwear and pulled them a short ways down so she could pull out his already mostly hard cock, letting it rise proudly in front of her face. Elina licked her lips. "Just as she said – seven."

"I hope that's enough," Noah half-joked.

Elina glanced over her shoulder for a second, confusing him. The door was closed; what was she looking at? Her grin remained, and she said, "That'll be for the girls to decide, but I don't think they'll have any complaints."

For all his faults, Blake had the money to make a large-scale harem work. And one of the ways money made it all possible was through technology.

The master bedroom had multiple cameras installed at various angles to broadcast any action on a secure stream in high definition. The girls could access the feeds from just about any hotspot in the world on their tablets or phones, and switch between angles freely. There were several devices installed in the other rooms of the house just for this purpose. For a huge harem that couldn't always be living on the premises or visiting every day, this was an excellent method for Saudi girls to watch their man enjoying the other shared women when they were away or busy.

Elina was nothing if not a clever, cunning harem-mistress, and intended to leverage this system to its fullest advantage. Sure, none of the imprinted girls (nor many of the 'satellite' members of other ethnicities) still pining for Blake wanted anything to do with Noah right now.

But who among them, when the broadcast notification went out, could resist just taking... a little peek... just for a second...?