He gives her an important task

Chase leaned back in his chair, the smug curl of his lip betraying his delight at just how thoroughly the once-proud Dr. Valeria Rivera had unravelled before him. Soon she stood in front of him, Valerie with her wild hair, exposed skin, and eager glint in her eyes. Her body language said it all: she wasn't just compliant. She wanted to please.

He tilted his head toward the doorway. “Before I send you out, Valerie,” he said slowly, savouring every syllable, “I need to know just how good you are at following orders. You don’t mind a little test, do you?”

Valerie perked up instantly, her lips parting slightly. “Of course not, sir,” she said, her tone honeyed and submissive, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

At his signal, the maid entered the room again. Kendra, once Chase’s mother, now just another obedient fixture in his household, she stepped forward with grace, her gaze cast respectfully downward. Valerie turned to look at her, confusion flickering in her expression for the briefest second before Chase's voice cut in.

“This is Kendra, you’ve met her already but your acquaintance isn’t done just yet” he said. “You’ll show me your obedience by serving her.”

Valerie blinked. “Serving… her?” she asked, her tone was curious, not hesitant.

“Yes. You have five minutes. To make her cum.” His eyes locked onto hers. “Think of it as a warm-up. If you do well, I’ll reward you. If not…” He trailed off with a smile that said everything.

Valerie dropped to her knees immediately, crawling toward the maid. Parting her legs and shoving her underwear aside before diving tongue first into her pussy. Chase watched with silent amusement as Kendra stood there, stiff and unreactive, his mother supposedly hated lesbians before he got his hands on her mind. This ought to be fun.

Valerie, on her knees before her, was doing everything she could to the woman’s pussy that she knew would push her over the edge, her movements deliberate, eager, almost **** for approval. It was clear she wanted to pass this “test” more than anything.

But Chase wasn’t interested in seeing her win. Not completely.

He stepped forward casually, letting the soft thud of his shoes on the floor signal his approach. Valerie glanced up for just a second, but then quickly returned to her task.

Reaching out, Chase placed a hand over his mother’s eyes. “Empty,” he whispered.

At once, Kendra’s already faint expression dissolved completely. Her posture slackened slightly. The last flicker of responsiveness left her body, leaving only the bare shell of a woman standing still, hollowed out.

Valerie paused for a heartbeat, pulling back just enough to speak. “Not fair…” she pouted, a teasing whine in her voice, the kind that came from someone who knew her place but still wanted to be seen.

The room remained quiet, save for the wet sounds of Valerie’s determined effort and the occasional soft gasp from Kendra. Chase leaned casually against the wall, watching the seconds tick by on his phone. His expression never changed, calm and clinical.

4:52… 4:53…

Right as planned, at 4:55, Kendra let out a deep, shaky breath. Her knees buckled and she sank slowly to the floor, collapsing in a heap beside Valerie, her chest heaving, her limbs loose and trembling.

Chase didn’t flinch. He simply pocketed his phone.

Valerie lingered for a moment, chest rising and falling with exertion, strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks. Her face glistened with sweat and cum. She turned, looking up at Chase with a tired but radiant smile, then began to crawl over to him on all fours.

She came to a stop at his feet, her head slightly bowed, lips parted waiting for his approval. Chase looked down at her with quiet satisfaction.

“You passed,” he said finally, his voice low.

Valerie’s smile grew just a little wider. She said nothing, just knelt patiently, eyes fixed on his shoes, ready for whatever came next.

Chase leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed lazily over the other, and extended a single glossy photograph toward Valerie. She took it with both hands, eagerly. Her eyes scanned the image, a boy. Dark hair, earnest eyes, familiar in some distant, unreachable way. On the back, in neat handwriting, was a home address.

“This next client’s… special,” Chase said with a faint smile, as if the very word amused him. “Eccentric tastes. Might say strange things, might resist a little. Don’t panic, don’t argue. It’s all part of the game for him, understand?”

Valerie nodded quickly, clutching the photo against her chest.

He tilted his head. “And what’s your duty, Valerie?”

She straightened, her smile breaking wide and proud. “To please my clients, no matter what. To make them feel pleasure.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, with a pleased smirk. He walked over to the wall where her old doctor’s coat hung, white, neatly folded over the hook. It looked like it belonged to someone else now. With a dramatic flourish, he draped it over her shoulders.

“Just wear this until you get there,” he said, brushing her shoulder gently. “You showed up in it, after all. Might as well get one last use out of it.”

Valerie looked down at herself at the sheer lace bralette, the tight, glittery micro-skirt, and the sky-high heels she wore. She giggled softly, pleased with the little deception. It felt like a game. Like she was going undercover for something important.

Chase opened the front door and gestured to the waiting car. “Go on, now. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Valerie beamed and stepped outside, swaying confidently toward the car in her heels, the doctor’s coat flaring open slightly.

Chase stood in the doorway, one hand resting casually on the frame as he watched the car pull out of the driveway. Through the windshield, he caught a glimpse of Valerie, hair tousled, face glowing with anticipation, the hem of her old doctor’s coat fluttering just enough to betray the obscene outfit hidden beneath. She looked giddy with excitement. It made him chuckle.

The car turned the corner and disappeared from view.

He shut the door behind him with a soft click, the quiet of the house wrapping around him. For a moment, he just stood there, soaking it in.

Then his eyes fell to the living room floor.

Kendra still lay there, spent and breathing heavily where she’d collapsed minutes earlier. Her cheek rested against the cool floor, her body unmoving until Chase’s voice cut through the silence.

“Get up.”

She stirred immediately.

“Make me something to eat.”

Without hesitation, Kendra pushed herself up to her knees, then to her feet. Her movements were robotic, almost graceful in their obedience. Wordless, she padded off toward the kitchen.

Chase strolled back into the living room, savoring the calm. He poured himself a drink, ice clinking gently in the glass, and sat down with a satisfied sigh. He stared out the window, where the last bit of dust from the car’s departure still hung in the air.

The house was quiet again, but not for long.

He took a sip.

The best was still to come.