The Catch

Your confident smile falters ever so slightly. You had been hoping to get to this a bit down the road, when you had already just about won her over. It was a detail that had the potential to derail your entire plan. However, you knew better than to hide it from her now. Madeline did not strike you as a woman who liked being lied to. You would need to tackle this now.

"There is one thing I imagine might cause you some hesitation," you admit, doing your best to keep your nerves out of your voice.

"Of course there is," the brunette teased, leaning back with an air of confidence. "Well, out with it!"

Downing some liquid courage, you lay it on her. "While you would be my manager, and hold a position of power in the manor... at the end of the day, you would still be one of my girls. If you give an order, I would expect it to be followed. Any order."

Madeline's confidence faded away as the implication of your words sank in. "Wait, do you mean...?" She trailed off, but the question was clear.

"Yes, your body would be mine to use as I like. I would not exercise this right often. It would diminish your power amongst the other girls, after all. However, when I required it, you will service me sexually."

"But... you know I'm gay, right?" There was a bit of venom in her voice, and you could see all your progress slipping away. "Like not bi, not gay but curious, 100% gay. I'm sure that came up in your research!"

"I would not be asking you to enjoy it," you say solemnly. "I would only ask you to obey."

"Well, that's kinda a deal breaker," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not into dudes. So thanks but no thanks."

"Is it a deal breaker?" You look deep into her eyes. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but you knew you still saw interest in her pupils. "Think back on what I've said tonight. On the opportunity I'm offering you. Really think... is this worth throwing all of that away?"

Madeline said nothing, simply averting her eyes and starting at the wall. She was clearly still angry... but she was also still here. Most women in her position... with her inclination... would be long gone right now.

Yet here she still sat.

You doubted it was because the idea of being with you somehow excited her. Your research had made it perfectly clear that her sexual preference was exclusively women. Thus, it must be that your proposal was just that appealing to her.

Taking another risk, you reached out and grabbed her hand. She tensed up... but did not pull back. "Madeline, this is the life you were made for. Just as I was made to build a harem, you were made to run it. If you spent the rest of your life serving coffee and pinning down the occasional housewife... just imagine how unfulfilled you would be! You know you are capable of more. This, right here, is your ticket to the life you deserve."

"And all I gotta do is fuck you, huh?" She sighed, turning back to meet your gaze. "Look, you're right, I'm not fucking happy. I've been told I'm still young but I see my prospects. You're offer is... well, its probably the best I'm gonna get. But what you're asking for is no small matter either. I know straight guys don't usually get this but I'm really not about dick!"

"I understand, don't worry," you assure her. "It's a big request... for a big reward."

Madeline drummed her fingers on the table, mulling it over. She must have spent a minute deep in thought. You stayed silent, allowing her to think it through. Finally, in a grand flourish, she grabbed her glass and downed the rest of her drink.

"Okay, I'm... I'm still on board. Not agreeing to anything... but on board."

"I'm very glad to hear that," you reply, feeling a weight slip off your shoulders. Truthfully, you had thought you lost her. "I'm sure we can-"

"But!" She raised a finger, interrupting you. "There's something you need to do for me first. See, you have me at a disadvantage. You've done all this research on me, and yet I still hardly know you. How do I know your really as good as you say you are, huh?"