Aubrey's home

You put the bags in the trunk of Aubrey’s red…erm … you don’t know what car it is. Ford, Peugeot, well, you don’t care. However, you eye the mid-range car up and down. It looks well kept without a single scratch, the red color shining as if it was new. You glide into the front seat and feel the comfortable fake leather comforting your bottom.

You nervously glance over to Aubrey as you’ll see her home for the first time. You ask yourself why she offered you to stay at her place. You wreck your brain but can’t think of something.

You could ask her why… but… but that’s not the kind of person you are. You often try to ask blunt questions but never go through with it.

“Aubrey?”

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“Yes?”

“I wanted to ask… “, you say hesitant.

“…if I…um…if you are fine with me doing household chores? I have plenty experience with cleaning, doing the laundry and ironing.” – same as always; you didn’t go through with the bold question.

“Well, everything except cooking; still a woman’s job I guess?”

You don’t see her broad smile as you try to come up with an answer that you didn’t mean to insult her, but you are just able to stammer, “I- I- I didn’t…”

“Hahahaha… I was just messing with you. I know that you never cooked before. I gladly accept your offer to do other chores though.”

“Ok, fine. I’m happy to help you.”

Your conversation ends as Aubrey pulls over in the driveway of a garage. You curiously look around at the skyscrapers surrounding the garage wondering in which she lives. You take the bags out of the trunk and head towards Riddle Tower, the tallest building in the city.

“Woah! You live in Riddle tower? I heard that this place is really expensive! How can –”

Aubrey interrupts you mid- sentence. “You really should be more careful about what you say. … Just think about what you say before you blurt out with the first thing that comes to your mind.”

“Um… sorry” your enthusiasm fades away.

She nods. “But to answer your question how I can afford to live here: I can’t. It’s my mother’s suite. But enough about that. Let’s go in!”

Aubrey rushes towards the entrance, leaving you behind with a couple questions about her mother. But looks as if you need to save them for another time. You quickly catch up to her and walk in the giant building.

You are glad there are several elevators in the building as you reach the 21st floor. As you get out of the elevator you are in a long corridor with several doors on each side. However, she walks past them and approaches the door on the other end of the corridor. She takes her keys out and unlocks the door.

Whatever you expected to see after she opened the door; you didn’t expect to see that. In front of you is another elevator. You don’t think you can hide your surprise as you hear Aubrey giggle.

“You can close your mouth now.”

“God, I love to hear her giggling.” You think to yourself before you notice that Aubrey looks at you, waiting for you to move.

“I just hope you are not part of a human trafficking ring.” You jokingly say as you enter the elevator.

“Naaaah, business hours for human trafficking are horrible.”

You smirk and at that moment the elevator doors open, and you step into Aubrey’s home. You gape around and see a large living room; at least you guess it’s a living room; you see a huge couch, a fireplace, and a huge TV on the wall. But something about it looks familiar.

“I have seen this before” You mumble to yourself.

Aubrey shows you where to place the shopping bags. “It’s an exact replica of Tony Starks living room in Iron Man 1&2. Anyway, let’s show you around.”

Aubrey shows you around. She shows you the gigantic kitchen, the storage room, and the dining room. You go downstairs- yes, this suite has stairs that lead up and stairs that lead down- where Aubrey shows you the pink bicycle you are allowed to use for one of your jobs and the washing machine as well as cleaning utensils. Upstairs, Aubrey shows you your room.

“This was my room when I grew up, but I moved in the master bathroom as … Anyway, here is your bathroom… and this is the entrance onto the balcony. I’ll show you the balcony later. First, let’s get something to eat.”

Aubrey leads the way downstairs to the kitchen where she cooks a quick meal. You were curiously watching her movements to learn something new about cooking. At least that’s what your cover story would be if she caught you looking at her ass.

After you finished eating you take your clothes upstairs to your new room. As you want to put your clothes into the closet you see female clothes laying in there.

“Aubrey! Could you come over here for a second, please?... I found some of your clothes in my closet. Shall I leave it there or do you want to remove it?”

“Ohhh, sorry, I totally forgot that all my clothes are still in this room. I think you don’t want me to come in here naked every morning to get my clothes… So better take them in the other bedroom.”

You space out imagining Aubrey naked in your room every day. Occasionally bending over… Ohhh, shit. You see Aubrey looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry, what did you say again?”

“I asked if you could help me carrying my clothes over to my room?”

“Yeah, sure” You answer and take a pile of clothes. You follow her in her room and place the pile on her bed. You are struck by the amazing view you got through the glass walls. You see the dancing life of the city beneath you. You must be near the rooftop you guess.

Your question is about to be answered as Aubrey opens the door to the balcony and indicates you to follow her. You step out and immediately notice that calling this a balcony is way too small. It approximately has the size of the observation deck of Rockefeller Center. A cold breeze lets you shudder as you notice Aubrey on your right side. She is climbing the stairs to what seems to be the rooftop.

“I want to show you something!”

You walk up to her and see what she wanted to show you: A giant swimming pool on the fucking rooftop.

“Is this private? Can we go in? Can we go shopping for swim trunks tomorrow?” You pop like a million questions before Aubrey calms you down.

“YOU can’t go in because you need to wake up early. However, WHEN you got swim trunks you may use it.”

With that said you both walk back down and walk to your respective rooms wishing each other a good night.

As you put your clothes in the laundry basket you see a pile of women’s clothes in there. Looks like Aubrey forgot to carry those over to her room. But since you agreed that you do the laundry it is no big deal.

But you may as well take advantage and keep one of her used panties.