Lester Cleans Up

The elevator doors opened and Lester stepped into the hallway, breathing hard. He hadn’t expected the clothes he bought would weigh so much. Carrying several large bags, Lester finally arrived at his apartment.

Setting the bags down inside the door, he was greeted by Ned who was sitting on the floor of the living room assembling a piece of furniture.

“Hey Lester, everything is taken care of. All that shi…your stuff in your room is gone. And they took your bed and everything in here, too.”

“Great.” Lester looked around at the state of the living room. Ned had clearly gotten everything set up for him. Mounted on the wall was a new LED TV along with a coffee table, brown leather couch and ottoman, two other comfy-looking leather chairs, and a new rug that ran between the furniture.

Lester had hired a virtual interior designer to help him choose the apartment’s new decor carefully. He wanted it to evoke a certain emotion in Sarah. For inspiration, he had given the designer photos from Sarah’s Pinterest page that she kept for her own home.

He wasn’t about to paint the walls or do any big changes, but swapping out furniture was easy and a small expense for him.

Before purchasing anything he reviewed the video he had taken of Sarah in the shower to determine how tall she was. While the new furniture created the aesthetic he wanted, it was also the perfect height. No matter which seat Sarah sat in, her eye level would always be directly in line with Lester’s crotch when he was standing.

The couch and ottoman also had a large enough base to accommodate the couple having sex comfortably and then some. The couch and chairs also had lower backs than the previous set. This ensured that if the events of the last night Sarah was in town repeated itself, she could see his cock the entire time.

Everything was also placed strategically to give Lester a prime line of sight from his bedroom.

Lester moved around the room taking pictures of the setup to send to the designer for confirmation. “How’s the bedroom?”

“The bed and mattress are all set up. I did have to move your desk a bit since it's a king bed.” Ned said as he finished assembling the side table. “So, do you want to –”

Ignoring whatever it was Ned was about to say, Lester made his way to inspect his bedroom. It still smelled like his room, but it looked quite different.

Gone was all the waste and refuse that had cluttered the floor. Dishes, dirty clothes, and uneaten food were things of the past. There wasn’t even a single Cheetos bag in sight.

Lester had ordered more than one maid company to come today, giving each specific instructions on what to tackle. Each surface was now dusted and polished. His floors were bare apart from a couple of stains that must have been impossible to get out, likely from something he’d left there for a long time. Note to self, get another rug to cover that.

A brand new king size bed took center stage in his room now, topped with luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets that boasted a 1,000 thread count. I’ll have to throw some starch in with Dan’s sheets to make them more uncomfortable.

Like the furniture in the living room, the bed frame was the perfect height so Lester could comfortably stand next to it while thrusting into someone lying on it.

The only remnants of Lester’s old room were the desk and chair. Even though the chair was ratty, it was his chair and the cornerstone of his command center. He’d ordered a slip cover to go over it that matched the bed frame which would be arriving that night.

The maids were given explicit instructions not to touch the desk or anything on it. That was especially the case for the locked drawers, which contained his most prized possessions - trophies of his conquests.

Lester’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He opened it to see a notification saying his last package would be arriving soon.

Ned meekly appeared in the doorframe, peering in from the hallway but not daring to enter the room. “Is there anything else you need, Lester? I really need to get to the store, tonight we’re hosting a group of –”

“Yeah, one last thing.” Lester didn’t look up from his phone. He had opened Instagram and was scrolling through the latest updates from Sarah, who had posted a picture of herself with Dan in their home. The caption said something about how happy she was to have him back home.

“I need you to patch that. There should be some drywall and mud in the front closet.” He pointed towards the yellow, cum stained drywall beneath his peephole. I’ll have to cover that, too.

Ned hesitantly stepped into the room towards the section of wall Lester indicated. He made a face and asked, “What is that?”

“I dropped some food there and the cleaning stuff made it yellow.” He pinched the screen on his phone, zooming in on Sarah’s face. Soon…