Training

The rest of the day passed as you’re given a more in depth tour of the house, as well as an introduction to your duties as caretaker. Turns out it’s as much of an intelligence agency as it is a kinky sex lodge. John walks you through how he has to manage schedules, organize political favors between clients, and recruit new clients without any leaks in letting the world know of the compound’s existence or location. All in all it seemed like a job that required more than just a high libido and a kinky mind.

“And in a couple years this will all be yours.” He said

“Wait, wait, wait, you mean I’ll be running this thing for you? Alone?”

“Not completely alone. I’ll be around occasionally and I’ll make sure you have all of the same political and celebrity contacts that I have plus some of your own. I wouldn’t have picked you if you weren’t right for the job.”

“What about Emma? She’s got to be more qualified than me.”

“She has more experience, sure, but she’s a follower. A lieutenant. She will no doubt be a vital asset and advisor to you alongside me, but she doesn’t want to be in charge. If you want though, you could marry her and make her part of the family.”

“Marry her? I- we only met yesterday!”

“It doesn’t have to be immediately, but I can tell she likes you. She’d fit right in.”

“I’ll, uh, think about it.”

“Glad to hear it! Now, here’s how our file system works…”

The rest of the day is uneventful. You learn how to process visit requests, organize schedules, and which clients to have overlapping visits in ways that seem natural but secretly nudge the political landscape one way or another, which sounds fascinating until you realize that most of it is done on an Excel sheet at a computer that’s at least 10 years old. You start to get the hang of it, but can tell that it will be a long learning process to fully master.

After dinner you’re bored as hell from the long day of training, and despite that morning’s railing from the two anonymous archivists already horny again. Maybe it has something to do with all the attractive naked people who are at your service 24/7?

Making a decision, you get up from your bed where you’d been laying and press the button on your bedside table to summon Emma.