Working your way home

As the door closes behind Lauren, Evelyn is pressing her body against yours on the couch. "It's really to bad my mom didn't get to fully experience your manhood, today. But hey, if you want to go another round I'm hot, wet and ready for you, daddy." Evelyn lets you know as her hand snakes into your lap.

You give her bare thigh a quick squeeze with one hand and say. "Tempting as that is, I've had a very busy day buying this building and I also made some changes to staff in my firm today. So how bout you be a good girl and go eat the meal your mom made? While you do that I can mull over some figures in my head."

Evelyn kisses you on the cheek getting up she says. "I can understand that, my daddy's got a lot on his mind, I'll be in the kitchen if there's anything you desire."

Evelyn heads to the kitchen as you lean back and think about your home with Lexi. Most importantly you try to recall how to get there. As you close your eyes the needed memories manifest themselves to you.

Opening your eyes you call out to Evelyn. "So tell me about this attorney?"

Evelyn comes to the entry way between the kitchenette and living room. "Bit past his prime, right about sixty I'd say, a corporate liability lawyer." Continuing on she tells you where his office is located, she give a very general description of the type of clients he attracts, the fact that he's married, Evelyn thinks he has two kids but she isn't sure.

"That's information worth having. Ah, well, my wife Lexi wants me home tonight, as you can imagine she gets pretty thirsty for the D. So sweety come here and give me a kiss before I head out." You say as you rise from the couch and move to the center of the room.

Evelyn dashes into your outstretched arms, kissing you passionately.

Your tongues dance together a couple seconds as one of your hands trails down to squeeze he ripe young rump. Once your mouths part you say to her. "We'll have to have you over to the estate, let you enjoy the pool and other such amenities, some weekend."

"I'd like that, it sounds like it'd be really fun." Evelyn agrees.

A few more kisses and your out the door. You walk over to your three bedroom apartment.

When you arrive at your place, you wave off Steffie sending her to the partitioned off space of one of the bedrooms where she sleeps and keeps her personnel effects. Once you're alone you produce the envelopes of cash Veronica, and the stripper twins Trish and Tammy gave you. You count out the cash. There is around five thousand dollars, you peel off three hundred and put it in your wallet. You hide the rest in the apartment. You follow this up with searching the premises for the ray-gun, including going through the bags Steffie packed for you. Your search however is fruitless, still you have new confidence that the ray-gun will turn up right before you want to use it the next time.

You pick up the bags Steffie's packed for you, carrying them to your Lamborghini in the parking lot.

You choose a scenic route to your mansion, which is a good distance out of the city. Although not the fastest way, taking back-roads allows you to nearly floor your sports car at times for some exhilaration without to much worry about the consequences.

After about an hour and a half on the roads you pull into your seven stall garage at home. Entering the house you encounter a young lady in a slutty maid costume. The young lady presents you with a robe, slippers and a mixed whiskey drink. You take a seat on a bench positioned nearby the door you just entered. Then have a sip of the whiskey as the maid kneels. The slutty maid removes your shoes and puts the slippers on you.

"Where is your mistress?" You ask the maid.

The lady of the house went upstairs to bed a short time ago." The maid answers.

"I think I'll take this drink to the den for a little bit then join her." You inform the maid, standing up as you put the robe around yourself. You head for the den remembering the way as you go.

Finding the den you take a seat on the overstuffed leather furniture. You nurse your drink and snack on mixed nuts that are there on a table in a crystal bowl. As you relax another maid comes to check if you want anything. You let her know you're content and she disappears.

You finish your drink, then you head upstairs to find the bedroom. On arriving in the cavernous master bedroom, you see your wife in bed with her arms around a young woman, the two of them spooning.

On seeing you, the young lady delicately lifts Lexi's arm from about her and slides out from under the covers revealing a sheer bra and panty set. Approaching you she whispers. "Now that you're here she won't need me to cuddle, sir."

Your wife stirs and cracks one eye, saying. "Oh good! It's you dear."

You undress watching the young lady in sheer underwear retrieve a crumpled maid outfit from a corner of the floor and exit the room.

You get in the bed from the opposite side then the one Lexi is facing snuggling up behind her. Once your comfortably settled you ask Lexi. "How did we find such excellent maids?"

Your wife replies. "Is that rhetorical? Or, well you know? That lesbian stripper couple that your friends with, what's their names? Trish and Sammy helped us recruit, from gentleman's clubs. There's one we met at an upscale swingers event, also connections to the production company of Girls Gone Wild. Even slutty college girls need work. When they find out the perks of working here they're all over it. Use of the pool, the sexy lingerie we buy them, occasionally taking a couple of them on trips with us. We always make sure they get a glimpse of your abs at the interview and far more often than not Mr. Happy makes an appearance."

Memories of what she says push their way into your mind as your wife speaks. Also a memory of a pervy doctor who performs checkups for your staff at reduced rates because he's rewarded with a hand or tit-job afterward for his service.

"Any progress packing up your apartment today?" Your wife asks quietly.

"Funny thing with that Ms. Brooks wound up selling me the building in a cut-rate deal. Looks like it will be a pretty fair cash generator." You say.

"It's whatever you think best, I'm not one to bother you about your business." Lexi concedes.