Rundown of the day

Lucy turns up as you’re finishing breakfast. She’s dressed in her usual no nonsense secretary outfit; white blouse a bit tight around the breasts, short black skirt, flesh-coloured stockings and high heels, her black hair done into a ponytail.

“Interrupting anything?” she asks. Morgane has continued her story, which has transformed into a list of the positions you’d fucked her in. You’re pretty certain she’s now making them up. Sybil’s in on it, because she keeps asking for details, and Niemira’s clearly the mark. When you’re around she’s always on the edge of arousal, but these stories have pushed her well over. She can’t sit still, and her eyes are boring hungrily into you. Reminds you of when you first met. Back then the dam of lust had led to spontaneous, unsanctioned sex; that is, you’d fucked Niemira before your other girlfriends had given you consent, another reason why Niemira’s always felt like an outsider. Her introduction into the household had been accompanied by your punishments for breaking your promises to the other girls and fucking her.

“Nothing important,” you tell Lucy. You stand so you can pull her towards you and kiss her good morning. Now it’s time for your game with Lucy. She tries to be a cold, dispassionate secretary, and you do anything short of bending over and fucking her to put her off. You pull her against you so that her breasts are squashed against your chest and your tongue dives into her mouth to tussle with hers. When you disengage, she’s panting and flushed. You’re about to dive in again when she puts her hand against your chest and steps backs.

“Good, because you’ve got a busy morning.” She’s winning this round.

“You’ve got a meeting with Marvel at 9:30, so you need to be focussed. Should only be half an hour, just to go over tonight, but you keep telling me getting a contract with Marvel is important, so focus. And at 10:30 Belka’s coming in for her final interview.”

“Oh, Belka’s finally joining,” Sybil squeals with that news.

You look over at her as if she’s an unruly child. “She hasn’t passed her final interview yet.”

“Oh, come on she’s passing. Gloria and Anna will explode if she doesn’t. And she fits in perfectly, and she’s 100% your type.” To emphasise this, she grabs her tits and jiggles them. Sybil probably has the smallest tits in the household, and she’s nowhere near flat chested.

You lean towards her and loud whisper to her, “So are you.”

“Lucky me,” she replies, winking as she does so.

“Getting back to your schedule,” Lucy interrupts, putting on an air of annoyance. You all know she’s acting. She’s probably the biggest tease in the household, hence the outfit, and part of that teasing is acting as if she’s not. “You have to be ready to leave at 12, and so do you Niemira. Morgane’s on chauffeur duty to take you to the Savoy. You’ve got the usual suite.”

“Oh, that has a great bed,” Sybil exclaims. “And the shower’s pretty roomy, not that Morgane knows about that.”

Lucy ignores these comments. “You have a late lunch booked at the Ivy for 3pm. The tickets for the film are on your phone. They want people not using the red carpet to turn up before 6:30. The programme will start around 7.”

“Sounds perfect,” you tell her.

“Morgane’s also on chauffeur duty tomorrow. She’ll pick you up about 11. And it would be preferable if Niemira is capable of walking tomorrow.”

You put on an innocent face, but Lucy isn’t buying that. Sybil and Nekane laugh. Morgane blushes. Niemira looks both worried and turned on.

It’s time to leave these girls to their teasing. You finish your coffee and pass the empty bowl and cup to Nekane. Then pretend that Lucy is whipping you to work. Just as you are about to leave Sarka arrives, now wearing more appropriate clothing for the communal part of the house.

“Morning, again. How’s Melody?”

“I put her to bed, in the bathroom bedroom.”

The other girls immediately have questions. “Melody is not feeling too good. She had a bad reaction to shower duty.”

“She injured herself with an orgasm again?” comes Sybil’s joke. “She’s a danger in a threesome.”

“No, she isn’t well. Sarka, can you keep an eye on her.”

“Of course. I’ll give her a couple more hours sleep, then check up on her.”

“Thanks.” You kiss Sarka as part of your thanks. Wish the girls goodbye and head to the east wing and your office.