Post Coitus Discussion

Jane lasted three more rounds before passing out. She'd been left in Madeline's bed, sleeping soundly and still leaking cum. Hopefully, the poor girl did not have any Friday plans. You doubted she would be walking very well tomorrow!

While Jane slept, you and Madeline had made your way out to her kitchen. While you had pulled your pants back on, your shirt still remained on the floor, your muscular chest on display. Madeline had opted to slip her panties back on and, as a mark of triumph, donned Jane's band shirt.

Not quite ready to end the night, your host produced a bottle of Jack Daniels, which the two of you began passing back and forth. With a taste of the good life, and a lot of sexual frustration out of her system, she was ready to really talk about the realities of being your manager.

As you drank, you got into the details of what would be required of her. This was mostly the boring stuff. Holidays, responsibilities, hours, that sort of thing. For her part, Madeline listened intently and asked smart questions. You could tell she really wanted to make the right decision... and that she was certainly leaning the way you wanted her to.

"God... this is so crazy!" Madeline laughed, taking another shot straight from the bottle. While neither of you were drunk, you were both certainly tipsy. "Like, I am actually considering signing my life away to you... a man I, may I remind you again, only met today!"

You just shrug. "Life works in mysterious ways. Opportunities hardly ever come when planned. It does not mean we should not seize them when they arrive!"

"Yeah..." Madeline sighed, glancing back at her bedroom door. "It really is when I feel the most alive. A bitch pinned down, completely at my mercy, stupid with lust. I've been on such a dry spell lately that I forgot how... exhilarating it is."

"I know exactly what you mean," you agree. "It's not just the sexual pleasure. It's the dominance. The feeling of power. The feeling of control."

She nods along with your words. While different in many ways, on this topic, you were of one mind.

"So, what's the next step?" She asks, sliding the bottle back to you.

"Well, I'd like to have you visit the manor. Tour the facilities. Meet the girls." Bringing the bottle to your lips, you let a shot of whiskey flow down your throat. "Get a feel for the job you are taking on."

"Yeah, that makes sense..." She spends a moment in thought. "I need a day to get my affairs in order. Tell my friends, run some errands... probably quit my job. That kind of stuff. But the day after, Saturday. I can come by in the morning."

"Very good," you reply. Everything was falling into place. "All very good. Except for one thing."

Madeline perked up. "What?"

"Well, you gave me a challenge tonight. To prove that I was committed to my end of the deal. I think we would both agree that I passed with flying colors." The brunette nodded, smirking at the memory. "So, I think its only fair I give you my own. A loyalty test of sorts."

"What kind of test could we possibly do at one in the morning?" She scoffed, though her eyes told a different story. They were curious... and worried.