Arc Two: The King's Court

The talk with Jim had been a quick one.

You had intended to fuck both his daughters from the start so you had made preparations ahead of time. When you had called to inform him that you were hiring Veronica, you had left your commands open-ended enough to apply to both his daughters. You had done the same when you had dealt with his wife. Consequently, it took less than five minutes to get them onboard with Tiffany dropping out of college to work as your Human Resource Manager.

Initially, you had intended to place her there to keep her within arms reach. You weren't expecting her to be good at the job. Given that you weren't sure what the job included in normal settings, that was fine by you.

Tiffany quickly proved you wrong. There was more to Human Resources than just investigating sexual harassment allegations. Namely, the department was supposed to be in charge of overseeing the recruitment of new staff. It was a job that Tiffany was uniquely well suited to.

Veronica and Tiffany had grown up in the richer circles of life. It shouldn't surprise you that the people they were surrounded with had useful backgrounds; ranging from managerial to art-oriented. It was a social network Tiffany had carefully cultivated to benefit her future career. Now, it would benefit you.

You still intended to host a grand banquet for all the rich and powerful members of the city, but before you did that, you had to get your house in order. What rich man cleaned his mansion? What rich man cooked his food? What rich man didn't have oil paintings of himself to decorate the walls?

No, you couldn't hold the party yet. Not until you had filled your court a bit more. It was here that Tiffany's connections became useful. A quick discussion with her yielded five names that garnered your interest.

The first was that of Haley May; an aspiring poet and head of the poetry club at Tiffany's college. As was her job, Tiffany had dug through her school website until she found a photo of the club in general. From there, she narrowed her search until she found one of Haley alone.

From what you could see, Haley was pale. Both Tiffany and Veronica were Caucasian, but Haley put them to shame. Her skin was snow-white, which contrasted fantastically with her charcoal black hair and was consciously highlighted by her choice in clothing. A skintight blacktop that left her pale midriff bare, coupled with black skintight pants and a black belt. It wasn't difficult to sense a pattern.

From what Tiffany could tell you about her personality, Haley was a very outspoken liberal and an advocate for women's rights. Most of her poetry was centered around controversial topics such as abortion (she was pro-choice), sex (she didn't believe in slut-shaming), and LGBTQ rights. Most of those were becoming increasingly mainstream. Sponsoring her might be a good call.

Further, it might be fun playing with her on a mental level. You could turn a devoted feminist like Haley into a whore that lived for your dick with a sentence. Or you could keep her inner-self intact while convincing her that becoming her boss's whore didn't make her a bad feminist. Her body was hers to do with as she pleased, after all.

The next two women were twins. Identical twins. That alone would have garnered your attention, even if they weren't exotic and buxom babes. Chione and Lapis were, however.

The twins were born in Lebanon and had the looks to prove it. While Haley was lighter than any of the women you had in your current line up, Chione and Lapis were darker. Variety was the spice of life, and you were more than willing to add some variety to your life.

The fact that the twin had triple D cup tits only made the deal sweeter in your eyes. You couldn't wait to get a double tit-job with one twin on each side of you. You were sure that it would feel heavenly.

The decision was made even before Tiffany told you they were belly dancers. After that, you were all the more eager to hire them. You had a perfectly good stripper poll downstairs, and would eagerly look forward to the shows they would put on for you.

The last two names that Tiffany presented to you were throwbacks to her past. After you had told her that you wanted someone to clean up the mansion, Tiffany offered the name of the maid that used to work for the Devon's. Mrs. Diana Rosenthall.

She had retired recently because she had found a more profitable household to serve, but you were certain that she could be brought around if you deemed her worth it. You weren't completely sold on her.

For starters, she was older than most of the women that you fucked. For another, she was blonde and you already had one of those and Veronica was by far superior to Diana. Veronica had a bigger rack.

That said, fucking a woman in a maid outfit did have its appeal, and Diana did pull it off well. Without anyone else contending for the position, she would probably get it by default.

The final woman that Tiffany offered you was her best friend from high school. A gorgeous woman of mixed heritage by the name of Andrea.

You weren't sure what her heritage was a mix of, and Tiffany didn't offer the information, but looking at her you would guess African and French. It left her with a skin tone a shade darker than that of Chione and Lapis. It contrasted beautifully with the red dress that she was wearing in the prom photo Tiffany showed you.

The dress hugged her full figure very well and cut off at the knees. You could probably pull it up, past her waist, and fuck her in it.

Idly, you wondered whether you should do just that. Order her to attend her interview in that dress and ravish her in it. Or you could do it any day after. As your secretary, you imagined Andrea would be wearing a lot of dresses as hot or hotter than that one.

The final woman on your hiring list, the sixth, was one of your additions. Having Tiffany look back at her past had gotten you to look back on yours. You had met someone who you could hire now. The wife of your old landlord; Bethany Johnson.

Bethany was a painter if you recalled correctly. While most of the girls on the hiring list were reminiscent of Veronica's proportions with full figures and large breasts, Bethany was closer to Tiffany's. She had dynamite legs, pert tits, and a comely face.

She was also a painter.

More to the point, Bethany was the only woman you were emotionally invested in, as far as this list went. The emotion in question was hatred.

Bethany had been a tyrannical landlady when you had lived under her, but you hadn't been able to do anything then. Now, you had the opportunity for **** if you wanted it.

There was hiring to be done. The question was: where did you want to start?

Notes: This is more a placeholder chapter than anything else. It's main purpose is to smooth out the plot and to allow me to present a new vote at the end of the chapter. As such, I didn't edit anything. Please consider supporting me on Patreon.

Options for the next chapter: Highly binary. Pick girl to fuck and choose whether to bimbofy or not.

• Option 1: Non-bimbo Haley May- Being a poet actually requires brains and imagination. Turning her into a bimbo might be fun, but it'll ruin why we got her in the first place.
• Option 2: Bimbo Haley May- Turning a proud feminist into a bimbo has it's own appeal and poetry isn't exactly in anymore. Hire her to fuck her.
• Option 3: Non-bimbo Chione & Lapis
• Option 4: Bimbo Chione & Lapis- How much brain power does it take to belly dance anyway?
• Option 5: Non-bimbo Diana
• Opiton 6: Bimbo Diana
• Option 7: Non-Bimbo Andrea
• Option 8: Bimbo Andrea- This is a bad idea. Why am I even giving you this choice?
• Option 9: Non-Bimbo Bethany
• Option 10: Bimbo Bethany- This one is a good idea. It would serve as a good **** scheme on the behalf of John.