Penthouse

You push the button with the P and see it glow, as if reading your fingerprint. After a moment's pause, the elevator starts moving.

Again, you glance at these absolutely gorgeous women who are with you. This is all pretty staggering. Any minute you expect to wake up and find that it was all a dream.

Instead of waking up, you hear a ding as a elevator reaches the top floor. You step out into what appears to be a waiting area. Half a dozen women are seated there, reading, watching TV, or talking on their phones. You expected a penthouse, so you look at Jess, confused.

"Your penthouse is right through those doors, Mr. Doe," she says, sensing your question.

"But who are all these women?"

Jess looks slightly ashamed and answers, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know what your personal tastes are, so I just tried to pick a wide variety. If there's no one here to your liking, I'll get someone else right away."

"To my liking?" You look again at the assortment of women, all of whom have noticed your arrival and are looking at you longingly.

"Yes. You see, part of my responsibilities are to keep someone on hand at all times, for whenever you desire some .... extra attention. Don't worry about them disturbing you in your penthouse; the walls are soundproofed, and there won't usually be this many women out here.... Unless, of course, that's what you want."

Again, you think that this is all going to end as a prematurely-interrupted wet dream. You tell the gals that you need a moment to collect your thoughts, and ignoring the collection of uber-hot babes, you walk to the doors of your penthouse and enter.

You stop in amazement and look around. THIS is yours? This "little" apartment here at the studios is supposed to give you a place to unwind in the course of the workday, but it is bigger and far more luxurious than any 5-star hotel, and it's WAY nicer than the house you share with your family.

Your investigation is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing her throat. You turn and see a young Latin woman, dressed in a French maid uniform.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Doe. Everything is clean and ready; I just popped in for one last inspection; I didn't think you would be here so soon."

You look at this maid and reflect that yesterday you had trouble even talking to girls, and now you have been in the presence of some of the most beautiful women you have ever seen, and they all seem intent on pleasing you. You are definitely pleased. She is amazing! Her outfit seems to be designed to just barely cover her breasts and her waist. She has beautiful, sexy legs, and her cleavage seems to hypnotize you.

Just as you realize that you are staring at her, she seems to notice that you are pleased by her appearance and steps near you. Reaching out and running her finger down your arm, she says, "Does everything meet with your approval? Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Doe?"