Chapter 1 The Hire

Faylen pouted, looking at her computer's screen. She moved the cursor back and forth, highlighting the text and clicking off until finally, she snapped and quickly deleted the whole draft with a loud sigh of frustration. She tapped her fingers on the soft fabric of the wristrest.

"Stupid," she complained into the air, leaning back and reclining the back of her chair to almost flat, buzzing with frustration.

Just then, came a soft knock on the door. Faylen didn't bother answering, knowing that her butler would just wait an extra few seconds and come in, if not instructed otherwise. Right on cue - Satia brought her a freshly done tea and some sliced apple pieces.

"Hello, Ms Acheor" she smiled politely, taking the cup and the plate off the tray and placing them on her boss's desk. She glanced at the screen and tilted her head a little.

"Don't even..." sighed Faylen, preventatively, from below.

Satia, still balancing the tray in one hand, raised the other in mock surrender.

"I wasn't going to say anything." But then, with a small tilt of her head, she added, "Although... it's really not necessary for you to do this, Ms. Acheor. We've handled hiring for you before. Well, always." She said, taking a small step back towards the door.

She was humble - as she personally handled almost all hires for this, and many other properties. It was a self-appointed duty, Satia just wanted to know everyone - her main objective was to make sure her Mistress finds everything in her space as ideal and prepared, as possible. A tough job, since it pretty much required understanding, what the boss wanted, without asking - and sometimes despite what she claimed. But it also made her the most irreplaceable person for Ms Acheor - allowing the girl to enjoy many experiences which would be completely unaffordable for her, otherwise.

Despite that, her words were met with yet another sigh. Finally, Faylen pulled her chair up and turned around to look at her butler more easily.

"I don't know, really. It's just... I don't think I'm looking for just another person to take care of the houses and stuff..." She explained finally, slowly tilting her head - her eyes drifting off somewhere towards the floor.

Satia frowned slightly and looked at the screen, then back at her boss. That was unusual. "Then... Who are you looking for?"

Faylen opened her mouth, but the words didn't come. That was the problem, wasn't it? She didn't know. Her butler nodded, now certain that her Mistress had no idea what she actually wanted. She decided that its best if she didn't ask more questions, letting Faylen figure it out on her own.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything" She said and left without further question, closing the door behind her.

Faylen sighed again. She appreciated that Satia wasn't pressing her, but the fact that even she didn't know what to suggest made Faylen feel even more lost.

She turned back to her screen, resting her elbows on the desk. 'That really is a good question, huh? Who AM I looking for?' The question popped up on its own. She leaned in to type the words into the computer and stared at them, blankly.

As was her custom, she highlighted it and started clicking off and highlighting it over and over with no real direction, letting her thoughts wander.

With a third sigh, she stood up, beginning to slowly stroll around the room, hoping that moving around would be of any help.

A few moments of pondering later, she stood against the full-length mirror. Tall, fit blonde gazed back at her. Her fingers traced absently over her waist, down to the waistband of her shorts. The tension in her body was different from the usual stress of indecision--it was deeper, and more frustrating.

It had been gnawing at her for weeks. Maybe even months. A restless energy that no amount of indulgence could seem to satisfy.

Her hand moved without much thought, slipping beneath the fabric, feeling the slow pulse of warmth beneath her fingers. A breath hitched in her throat.

She pulled her shorts down, letting them fall to the floor. Her half-hard member twitched slightly in the cool air.

She let out a soft breath, tracing fingers lazily along its length. She didn't need much--just the lightest touch to send a small shiver down her spine. Her body responded eagerly, filling out in her palm, standing at attention even before she had fully decided what she wanted to do. A quiet moan escaped her lips, as her fingers curled around it, giving a slow stroke. Her movements were unsure, undecided, but her body wanted more - guiding her towards more pleasure.

She exhaled, eyes half-lidded, her grip tightening.

Then--ding.

Faylen froze.

For a moment, she debated ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of her because the sound of notification could only mean that someone messaged her on the job listing site. She kicked her shorts off her ankles, left herself bare, and moved back to her desk grabbing a mouse.

She raised her eyebrow, as the text she wrote before, was replaced with a confirmation of the post being created.

"Huh..?" Her stomach tightened as she clicked through and checked. Sure enough - her idle musings had somehow been posted. Not a job description. No details. Just the single, vague sentence:

Who AM I looking for?

Amused that someone had actually responded to such a vague listing, she ignored the message for now and checked the applicant's profile first. A girl--young, probably in her early twenties. A short employment history, most notably a one-and-a-half-year stint as a waitress. She lived relatively close - Which explained how she had found the post so quickly - the site must've suggested new posts to people nearby, first. Finally, she looked at the message itself.

It was a little messy - starting off with a half-baked introduction to her person - stating her education, where she apparently studied psychology and done a lot of courses on it, in her free time, moving to her current situation - living alone, able to move and generally figuring stuff out, skating by on the low paying job. Faylen shook her head, even more confused.

'Who writes all of that to a job listing that says only "Who AM I looking for?"'? She thought again.

Either way, it was somewhat amusing, and she sat back on the chair, grabbing a slice of apple and throwing it into her mouth. Then she read the last sentence and almost choked on the food.

I'm a very free spirit, and I think I might just be the person you're looking for. I'm open to anything you need!

Open to

anything

?

She re-read the message. The word anything was italicized.

Her grip on the mouse tightened slightly. Was she implying what Faylen thought she was implying?

Her cock twitched.

No. No way. That was just a coincidence.

She cleared her throat and looked back at her post. There was nothing in it--nothing that should have suggested that.

Then, she looked through her own profile, perhaps there was something, anything, that would allow this person to identify her..?

But there was nothing. The account was new, with a randomly chosen name - after all, just like Satia said - she handled the hiring process. Faylen never made a job listing in her life.

This was just some random person reaching out, and yet...

Her cock twitched again, and a soft heat bloomed in her cheeks as she struggled to justify to herself, that it had nothing to do with the message.

A rational part of her knew that under normal circumstances, she'd ignore this kind of message. It was absurd. Who applied to a job listing that didn't even say anything?

But she wasn't thinking clearly.

She was still aroused. Still frustrated. And instead of making her dismissive, it made her curious.

Anything?!

That was just... Scandalous...

Faylen blinked quickly, a couple of times, realising that her hand was again tightly wrapped around her member, moving up and down.

She clenched her jaw, trying to think. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, two questions swirling in her mind: Was she really about to entertain this? And more importantly--how does one even respond to such an offer?

Her cock twitched again, as she clicked 'reply'.

Her first attempt at a response was too businesslike. She deleted it. The second sounded too eager - she felt her cheeks burn again, as she read through it. Deleted. She let out a sigh and decided to keep it simple. A vague question. A way to feel out what this girl - Elysia - was suggesting. She didn't even re-read her message, hitting send before she could second-guess herself.

Another apple slice and a sip of tea later, she looked down. Her cock was still erect. This was... Unusual to say the least.

As with any futanari, she had a rather high libido, but usually required physical stimulation, to achieve full hardness... Not this time. Not thinking about - well - this situation. This prospect. Was that really what she wanted?

Her hand moved on its own again, fingers wrapping around her shaft, slowly stroking as she replayed the message in her mind.

A soft moan escaped her lips, as she closed her eyes, imagining all the possibilities. She didn't really think of how much time passed but her second moan was accompanied by the sound of notification.

She hesitated for a second, her body burning for more stimulation--demanding that she finish what was started... But her mind needed to know what this girl had said... Quickly, she made up her mind, putting her hands on the desk, and checking the text. Her cock twitched, leaking a drop of precum. Doing her best to ignore it, she started reading.

This one was much more coherent.

I'll be honest--I sent my first message in a rush. But now that you've responded, I'll explain properly. Psychology fascinates me because I love figuring out what people want--even when they don't know it themselves.

I believe that true fulfilment comes from understanding those needs... whether they're simple or complex, conscious or subconscious.

I sent that message because I wanted to talk to you. Because someone who doesn't know what they're looking for?

That's exactly the kind of person I'm most interested in.

Faylen exhaled slowly, staring at the words. 'That took a turn' she thought to herself, pushing with her legs, to drift away from the desk.

This wasn't what she had expected. At first, Elysia had seemed impulsive, almost reckless. But now? Now, she sounded calculated. Like she had been waiting for someone like Faylen all along.

It was a whole different vibe - from a slutty waitress to an educated researcher... She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

But despite everything--despite knowing she shouldn't--her fingers were already typing.