Home Sweet Home
The rest of my morning seems to fly by, signing paperwork, fielding phone calls from the accountant, taking care of little business things that came up while I was picking out my new lease girls. Luckily we finished just in time for lunch, and Evan took the opportunity to swing out to lunch with me, so we could shoot the shit for a bit. Maybe even get a little bit of a head's up on what my two new leases are best at, and what they need to work on. All in all, a nice little Tuesday, as we walked back in the 'employee entrance' of 18 Rentals, this time.
Walking back through the training wing of the building, we head through the main hallway, lined with training rooms on each side. Evan stops in front of one of the darkened windows to our left, flipping a wall switch that turns it from opaque to clear, showing a lease girl in training, on her knees, hands cuffed behind her back, two large hands on her head, and an obscenely large cock trying to force its way into her throat as tears stream down her cheeks.
Evan quips "I saw a note that one of the new trainees was getting throat trained, and that her trainer was one of the Hammer brothers. It's always a treat to watch that struggle." The slight sadistic side coming out as we watch her throat bulge, slight heaves as she tries to cough and gag around the invader now in her throat. Once he pulls back, 8 glistening inches appear as she coughs and catches her breath. A few seconds pass as she collects her breath, until, surprisingly, she opens her mouth as wide as possible for another try.
A low chuckle escapes Evan as he turns to move further down the hallway. I move to leave off with him
"Her throat is going to be SORE tomorrow".
Not surprised, Evan tilts his head to the side a bit.
"Mentho-lyptus lozenges...she'll be good to go. But all the same, she won't be throat training for a few days. We have a patent on those now. Eyler's making a fortune selling them on the pharma market. Who woulda thunk it?"
That leaves both of us laughing as we continue down the hallway. The rest of the walk is uneventful, just a few girls in various stages of training, cock in their mouth, cunt or ass. One especially young looker with a toy in each hole, placed and manipulated there by a mid 20's blonde. One of the new services offered by 18 Rentals, lesbian fucktoys. A simple wave of his hand, as Evan continues "Don't worry, they're trained by both. Can't let her off easy with just pussy."
Almost like clockwork, as soon as we reach the waiting area, my 2 new leases walk out into the room, trailing 2 bags behind each of you.
Your look is about what I've come to expect when picking up a lease, a normal looking crop top, short jean shorts, little platform shoes, collar around your neck with your name embroidered into it, and your lease bracelet. This is the key item, because it keeps you safe from being used by others while you're out and about...if you go out without your lessor. Other men have come to recognize that the bracelet means you're leased, and therefore off limits.
You come up to me first, followed by Jezzy, giving me a quick kiss on each cheek in turn. A quick grip of your perky little butt for each of you, followed by "Ready to go girls?" before we're off and on our way to the SUV in the parking lot. I open the hatch and have you put your bags in the back, before having you load up in the back seat. The ride 'home' is an uneventful half hour, where you both answer some light questions about your background, nothing too hard hitting.
Eventually we pull into a cul-de-sac at the end of a suburban street. Nothing about it makes you think it's anything incredibly special, just the ordinary 4 or 5 bedroom house, from the front. I pull us into the garage "home sweet home girls".
Opening the door to your new home away from home, things seem normal enough. The first level looks pretty normal, kitchen, den, hallway leading to a couple other rooms. The sliding door off the dining room opens up to a multi-level deck, winding down to a pool and hot tub in the back yard area.
"Girls, your 'rooms' are at the end of that hallway. Go drop your bags, strip and come back out here. You have 2 minutes."
I watch both of you go to the end of the hallway, before splitting off to your respective rooms across the hall from each other. About 30 seconds pass before you both emerge, naked as the day you were born. Having grabbed a bottle of water, flipped through a few pieces of mail to see that they're nothing important. I glance up briefly to see you both walking back up the hallway, before standing in front of the small bar I'm standing on the other side of (separating kitchen from dining room).
"Girls, unless told otherwise, this is how you'll spend most of your time here. If you'll notice, there are no neighbors behind the house, and the blinds on the front windows are all drawn. There will be times when you'll be clothed at home, and that will be laid out later." I flip my hand in a 'follow me' motion "Let's give you two the tour"
Walking off toward the hallway behind the kitchen, you lined up in front of Jezzy, see my bedroom suite first. Opening the door the rest of the way "This is me. You may notice that there's a couple doggie beds in here. I might have you sleep on one, or in the bed, or in your room...it all depends on mood." You notice what looks like a dog bed, just a bit larger, and in the form of an air mattress for support.
Leading you both out of the room, we walk through one of the spacious living rooms (the 'darker' of the two, with hardwood floors, brown and black leather furniture, trophies littered about in various areas) toward your rooms. I point out that the bathroom on this end of the house will be yours. Turning right, I open a door that leads to the basement, the carpeted steps feel better to you than the hardwood of the living room. Reaching the bottom, we find another den-like area, complete with an overly large tv, sound system and various furniture, some looking like that which you were trained on. Jezzy reacts more to the furniture than you, remembering her time on the 'whipping bench', another piece reminding her of the brace that held her in a doggy style position for 12 hours. The double doors off this room lead to the pool and hot tub.
"You may use the pool and hot tub at any time that I'm not requiring your services."
Pointing out the doors, noticing that you've both noticed the pool. Continuing on, we make our way into the weight room, and you notice another woman there, using the multi-station machine to work on her thighs. The tight bodied blonde notices the two of you after her set, a sly smile coming to her face.
"Ohhhh the new ones are here! Let's see what you bought."
Walking past me to eyeball the new 'merchandise'. You notice that she's wearing tight fitting spandex shorts, that accentuate everything about her, including her puffy labia forming a cleft in the V of the shorts.
Grabbing her ass as she walks by me, I ask "Where's Denny?"
The tight little blondie answers quickly "making a smoothie", before she walks right up to you, grabs your left tit and pulls gently. She moves it over your other one, 'caressing' you not quite gently, before moving a hand down to your mound, then behind you to cup your ass.
"Not bad, I guess." Before moving over to Jezzy, giving her the same treatment. She spends a little more time with her hand between Jezzy's legs, working a finger into her, as 'Denny' walks into the room.
I notice your physical response to the 5'8" brunette. Her 34DD tits still perky, obviously augmented, the barbells through her nipples, her sensual look, soft yet piercing eyes. It's when she turns to the side that you fully appreciate the work she's done in the weight room, toning her hind end. Her spandex shorts sneak up tightly on her, leaving a cleft in the middle, obviously formed by her labia.
Her first words aren't a greeting of any kind.
"A little light in the tits, aren't they?"
