One week Later

A week had passed since the scores had been released. You were lying in bed, sound asleep. At precisely 7 am Julia came into your room, pulled down your pajama trousers, put her lips around your cock and sucked you awake - your alarm. Normally you would get up later, enjoying a lie in since you didn't have to go to college or work, but today you had a meeting: all 500 toppers were coming together to decide on any rules they wanted to put forward. You pulled out of Julia's mouth, giving her a facial and rung a little bell that sat on your bedside cabinet. Breakfast time. You flicked on the news, a supersize plasma screen laying above your bed. It was mostly about the topper conference that was going to happen later today, predicting the legislation that was going to be put forward and voted on. Three maids entered with your breakfast and Julia made herself scarce. They all wore the standard maid uniform that you chose yourself, a short black microskirt, a lacy black and white bra, maids stockings and no panties for easy access. 'I think I'll eat off Lexi today'.

'Yes master' they responded in unison. Lexi, a thick, curvy blond dutifully removed her bra and skirt, then bent over your lap, the other two standing either side of you, feeding you breakfast of her stomach and tits while you watched TV. 5 minutes later the second course was brought in, and Lexi rolled around, the other two maids now feeding you off her fat, round ass. Upon finishing you gave them instructions: 'Lexi get on your knees and lick my ass and balls', you pointing at the maid to your left, a petite brunette, 'sit on my face', and you, pointing at the light skin beauty to your right, 'ride my dick'. 'Yes master' they responded in unison, assuming their positions. Lexi masterfully switched between your ass and balls whilst the other two obediently rode your face and cock. 'lie face down on the bed. all of you' you commanded, after they'd brought you close to completion. They complied, their assess tightly pressed together in a line. You stood over them, and with a few strokes finished, covering their assess in your cum. ' You may leave.' you told the three of them, not even bothering to make eye contact. You proceeded to take a shower and reminisced about the week that had passed since the announcement of the scores. You had selected a mansion, not too far from your old apartment, and hired dozens, if not hundreds, of girls to work as maids, cleaners, cooks, secretaries and general entertainment for you and your guests. You selected new girls every other day, swapping them out as you got bored of them. You continued to go to college, if only to hang out with your friends and meet lots of pretty young women to fuck. Thank god for the rankings you thought to yourself.

The rankings were based off a test that was taken globally, it measured intelligence, potential, courage, lateral thinking, innovation, pragmatism and decision making. After taking it you knew that you did well but never imagined you'd place in the top 500 globally.

Leaving the shower two new maids dried and dressed you whilst you scrolled on your phone, looking at pictures of potential new girls. At your request they had organised a data base with images of all women in the local area, which allowed you to select the sexiest by category, to be brought to you to work as a maid or be fucked. You could choose by age, height, race, boob size, rank and got sexy pictures of each girl. You could request pictures of them in different pictures or outfits to help you decide. You deliberated over what sort of girl you'd want to entertain during your journey to the conference... Finally you settled on Latina. You selected category [Latina], age [MILF], body type [thick]. You swiped through a a series of women, first stopping on Camila, her profile catching your eye you decided to see what the rest of her pictures looked like. Everyone had upload pictures fully clothed, nude and in lingerie. She would do nicely. From her profile you saw she had a stepdaughter, at the city's university. Clicking on the link it brought up a picture: Emily. Not as curvy as her mom, but certainly cute. You yelled for your secretary.

Linda arrived in the room within the next ten seconds, in a super short micro skirt and a half unbuttoned blouse that advertised her massive tits, the reason she got the job in the first place. 'I want these two waiting for me by my limo when it arrives in 30 minutes.'

'Yes sir. Would you like them to wear anything in particular?'

I searched through the catalogue of available lingerie on my phone settling on a whole body fish net set for the mom and a pair of lacy pink boyshorts and matching bra for the daughter. Showing them to Linda, she responded with 'great choice sir'.

'I want their pussies shaved. And make sure there's a can of whipped cream too. It's a pretty long journey.'