A contract, a tour, and five daughters. Oh my!

After a few more moments of resting, Cassandra led me back to her desk and retrieved a slip of paper. She placed it on her desk and turned it so I could see. It looked like a contract.

“This contract states that you are aware of your obligations to this job. Really the only obligation you have is to be our food supply. Food, in this case, being your sperm. You are obligated under this contract to provide myself or my daughters that live in this house your sperm upon request. Now when I say this is your only obligation, I mean it. You are not obligated to do any sexual acts with us, to us, or around us upon request.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You are our food supply, Jack, not our sex ****. If one of us asks you to do something of a sexual nature with you that you simply aren’t comfortable with, you may decline without fear of retaliation. If someone requests your sperm, however, you must provide it through some means. Judging by the research I’ve done regarding your internet search history, I doubt this will come up very often.”

“I-I see.” This truly was a frightening woman. I loathed to imagine what she could accomplish if she had the wrong mindset.

“Given that this is a full-time job in the most literal sense, you will be required to live here. A room will be provided to you. In addition, since living with half a dozen succubi can naturally lead to some sexual frustration on a constant basis, you shall have free reign to partake in any sexual act you desire to with any of us no matter what we are doing. I can assure you that none of us have anything better to be doing at any given moment, assuming we are here.”

“Forgive me for looking a gift horse in the mouth, but that does seem a little unfair. You’re saying that I can say no but you can’t?”

Cassandra grins a bit. “I’m saying that we will not object, not that we can’t. You will find that succubi, especially my family, are quite open when it comes to sexual matters. It is not just a procreation method, but also a food source. If we can’t adapt to very specific fetishes we may potentially be starving ourselves.”

What she said made sense, but I still planned on not taking full advantage of that one. If they declined I wouldn’t push it. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

“Now, since you live and work here full-time, you are free to consider this place your home. You have full access to anywhere in the mansion anytime you desire. I would recommend steering clear of the vacant room that used to belong to my daughter, Colette, however. Some would describe her as something of a mad scientist, and when she got married and moved out of the mansion she left behind much of her equipment. Some of it is dangerous.”

“Noted.”

“Otherwise, you have full access. You will be provided a set of keys to every room in the mansion, including the rooms of myself and my daughters, and you’re welcome to invade our privacy anytime you like. Don’t worry, they have already agreed to this in advance. If there was anything truly worth hiding from you they wouldn’t hide it here. There is one exception to this rule and that is our personal computers and phones. Those are all password protected and any attempt to break into them will be met with immediate termination and a call to the authorities.”

“Understood.”

“Now before you sign the contract you should meet my daughters.” Cassandra stuck a hand between her breasts and fished out a cellphone. She typed something on it then returned it back to her cleavage. “I just informed them to meet us in the dining room in a half an hour. In the meantime, I should give you the tour.”

We made our way into the hallway again where Cassandra began leading me around, showing me the layout.

“This house has three floors and a cellar, as well as a number of crawlspaces all over. There are a total of eight master bedrooms. Five of them are occupied by myself and my daughters—the twins share a room—and the remaining three are vacant. Each of the master bedrooms has its own dedicated bathroom, and there are four other restrooms throughout the home. There are also two guest bedrooms and more than a few storage rooms.”

“That’s quite a floor-plan.”

“Yes indeed.”

“I have to wonder what it is you do to earn enough money to maintain this place.”

“Smart investing, mostly. Though it helps that we live long enough that many of our modern decorations eventually become priceless artifacts that we can sell for considerably more than we bought them. My bank account also continues to build interest.”

“Makes sense.”

Cassandra led me to a long hallway on the second floor. “This is where our bedrooms are. Yours is the very last one on the right and mine is right across the hall from you.” She led me to the door to my room and opened it, showing me inside.

The room was huge. Bigger than my apartment. In fact, the room could be likened to a large studio apartment just without a kitchen. It was fully furnished with a full couch set, a flat-screen TV, a desk with an expensive-looking laptop computer and comfortable-looking leather chair, and a king-size bed. The opposite wall from the doorway had a huge window looking out to a beautiful view of a valley that was behind the mansion.

“Holy shit.” I heard myself say.

“There are a few ways you can customize this room to your liking. If the view bothers you…” Cassandra turned a knob on the wall next to the door. In doing so, I watched as the view of the valley slowly faded to black. Now the only lighting in the room was from the lights hanging from the ceiling. It was like nighttime had suddenly arrived. “… and perhaps plain black is too boring…” she then grabbed a small remote from a table next to the door and pushed a few buttons. Suddenly the black window changed to look like a giant aquarium with fish darting across the glass. It looked remarkably real.

“Damn.” I didn’t deserve a room like this.

“My daughter, Emily, could even help you set that window up as a TV, if you wanted.”

“This seems like a lot to just give me.” I say, staring at the window more.

“To be clear, these things are only yours until you stop working here. They are technically mine, I am simply allowing you to use them. The exception being that laptop there, that is yours to keep even if you quit tomorrow. Consider it compensation for the meal you gave me earlier.” She chuckles. “Of course, the money you earn while working here is yours, and anything you purchase with it is also yours. You can even purchase some of these items from me if you end up being able to afford them. Let’s continue on.”

We leave the room but I am still in shock. That was the kind of stuff only the richest people could afford. Just how loaded was Cassandra? I wanted to take my mind off the room so I quickly thought of something to talk about.

“So, tell me about your last food supply, how did everyone get along with him?”

“She was a wonderful addition to our home, and we loved her dearly. One of us even loved her enough to marry her and keep her all to herself.” It literally just clicked for me that Cassandra had mentioned both Colette and the previous food supply left because they got married. I never connected the dots until now.

“So wait, the last food supply was a woman then?”

“Correct.”

“So, you just consumed her blood then?”

“Not quite. To be honest, the term ‘life essence’ has always been a bit of a misnomer. The term became popularized during an era when nobody knew any better. Since then we’ve discovered quite a few things that can sate our hunger that really have almost nothing to do with the life-giving process. As it happens, female semen and even urine can do the job just as well. It’s just a coincidence that the first two fluids we discovered to be effective were blood and sperm.”

“I suppose that discovery made lesbian succubi quite happy.”

“It would have if there were such a thing. Nearly every succubus is bisexual. That discovery certainly did make quite a few lesbian humans quite happy though.”

Fair enough. “How often do you have to feed?”

“Truthfully, not often at all. Perhaps once a year to twice a year depending on the individual. This is another reason I’m paying you so well and treating you so well. You are by no means saving our lives by being here. If it were truly a matter of survival we could just have one-night stands a couple times a year and be perfectly fine.”

“So, why then?”

“Well, I will put it this way. Those who have more than they truly need to survive are said to be living in luxury. You’re here to provide a luxury to us. You are here for our convenience, and more importantly, you’re here because my family enjoys the process of getting fed. Perhapos even more than other succubi.”

So, in other words, Cassandra was paying me so much because she felt bad for using me to spoil her and her children. I wasn’t about to argue with that, this was the job of my dreams so far.

After exploring a few more rooms and introducing me to the most important ones, she led me to the dining room at last where I laid eyes upon five of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

Sitting down at the dining room table was a slender woman with sandy blonde hair, green eyes like Cassandra’s, and glasses on. Her posture was very elegant and refined, even as she had her nose pressed between the pages of a book. She was dressed fairly stylishly in a turtle-neck sweater and short skirt with black leggings.

Across from her were a pair of brunette women, very clearly twins, who had very toned bodies currently dressed in workout-clothes that were currently being rubbed against each other. They were also making out and giggling as they did. Both of them had hazel eyes and sun-kissed skin.

Leaned against a corner of the room was a redheaded woman with freckled cheeks, blue eyes, and a handheld game system, one of the newer designs, I noted. She was also wearing a pair of those cat-ear headphones I’d seen on the internet. I’d never seen a pair in real life, and it did serve to make her look pretty cute. Her clothes seemed more comfortable and practical than stylish, even so she managed to make them look good.

Finally there was a brunette girl who seemed to be sipping from a cup of what looked like tea. She had very vibrant magenta eyes and fair skin that looked extremely soft to the touch. Her clothes were simple but did much to make her have an air of cuteness in a girl-next-door sort of way.

Though each of them very clearly had different appearances and interests, they all shared fairly large breasts. Not nearly as large as Cassandra’s, but still decently-sized in their own right.

“Everyone,” Cassandra began, “I’d like you all to meet our new food supply, this is Jack Lantern.”

“Uh, hi.” I managed to say, still a little stunned by how gorgeous everyone was.

Everyone was looking at me, sizing me up it seemed. None of them looked disappointed, which was a plus.

“I’d like you all to introduce yourselves. Let’s start with my oldest.”

The bookworm closed her novel and cleared her throat. “My name is Sophie, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lantern.”

“Uh, Jack is fine.” I say. She certainly carried herself like an older sister.

“I’m Sarah!” One of the twins blurted out, having managed to pry her lips away from her sister’s.

“Hey! I’m the older one by like, three minutes!” The other twin glared at her sister. “And I’m Lynette!” She giggled cutely before returning her mouth to Sarah’s.

“I’m Emily, the middle-child.” The redhead in the corner raised her hand half-heartedly before returning to her game.

Last but not least, the girl with the tea, who was sporting a rather cute blush, spoke up. “I-I’m Abigail, the youngest. Nice to meet you!”

I was kind of blown away. Not only were they all smoking hot, they all seemed fairly friendly, or at worst apathetic. There were no nasty looks or disappointed sighs.

“So, we get a guy again, huh?” One of the twins said, I had already lost track of which was which.

“That’s kinda nice,” the other replied, “I mean, I love pussy juice but I’ve missed having a nice cock to drink from.” The forwardness from those two was not helping my rising erection right now.

“I’ve uh, never even tried it.” Abigail said, so quietly that I almost missed it.

“It’s not bad. Not necessarily better than feminine semen, just different.” Sophie assured her.

“Hey, he’s getting excited.” One of the twins said, pointing at my growing bulge.

“Perhaps you’d like to sample one of my daughters before I dismiss them?” Cassandra asked. It was strange hearing her say something so erotic in her typical business-like tone. Either way she put forward an interesting proposal, I most certainly did want to sample one. The question was, who?