"This is more of an opening chapter. Not much sexual stuff. I also want to change my writing style a bit. So, the stories might become shorter in words. Thank you for reading."
A new job opportunity. A new place to move to. That was all Adrian needed. And why not combine both into one? Adrian Grey was just accepted as a butler for a rich woman named Elle Valentine. He was 29 years old. His previous jobs made him well suited for the position of a butler. He had spent some years working on a cruise ship, and at different hotels and whatnot else. But the main reason he accepted such a job was because of his recent experience. He was on a business trip with his boss to connect with another firm. All had gone well. The business deal was a success. But little did he know what was waiting for him at home. He lived with his wife-to-be in her apartment. She had suggested they move there after being together for a couple of years. And since he was madly in love, he agreed. He was going to fly to the moon and back for her.
Adrian was well built, training regularly. He was also quite the pleaser. He loved seeing his loved one happy. Weather from a gift, or perhaps when he ate her cunt, bringing her to orgasm with his skillful tongue and fingers. And then bringing her a second orgasm with his well endowed prick. He had a routine which is something quite needed for any person. Go to fitness early in the morning at 5:30, then go home, get ready for work and by 7 A.M. sharp, he was in his office diligently doing his work. His story began when he came early from the aforementioned business trip. He had bought flowers for his future companion. It was 3 A.M. He expected his loved one to be asleep and wanted to surprise her with a gift and mostly with his affection for her. But what happened was far worse than he could have imagined. He came silently inside the house, eager to surprise his woman. He heard her laughing from downstream. Why was she awake at such an hour? He heard her giggle. Did she see him from outside when he came? He went to the bedroom and opened the door. His future wife, his loved one, was with another man. The man naked jumped from the bad. While his wife was saying some bullshit.
"Wait honey, it's not what it seems."
He ignored her words. And jumped the naked man that stood in front of him. He threw his right hook and with a single punch knocked down the standing feeble man that his wife had cheated on him with.
"Why did you do that?" his wife said, a little afraid of her recent actions.
He simply ignored her and went into the other room and started packing his luggage. Ho put everything he had into three large sacks and took two of them with him to his Tesla model 3. His wife running after him saying stuff about how everything was going to be alright and such bullshit. He ignored her yet again and put two suitcases with his clothes inside the car. Then the third one in the back seats..
"You can't leave me. You know how much we have been through!"
He thought for a moment and calmly said.
"You are not worth it. I tried my best to give you everything, yet you hurt me in the worst way possible. I gave you all I had."
"Honey, that was a slight misstep. Come back so we can talk this out. Please."
Without a hint of hesitation, he spoke calmly yet again.
"These will be my last words. I have nothing more to say to you. It would be best to forget about me. This is my goodbye."
With those words, he started his Tesla and went out of his home. His previous home. He didn't know where he was heading. He simply wanted to get away from the place that had brought him such sorrow. Everything other than that would be fine. Get his ass kicked. Lose his job. Whatever the fuck happened, it wouldn't have bothered him. But he was not one to forgive such transgression. He gave his all for her and to her. Yet she threw it all away like it was nothing. He drove a couple hundred miles, then took a rest, recharging his Tesla. Then repeated the process, but with a bottle of whiskey in his arm. He was reckless in his driving, feeling the alcohol kick in. Thankfully, nothing bad happened. He drove an hour more, then stopped in the middle of the road. He would soon have to recharge his Tesla. Stopping to recharge and then driving again, repeating the process once more. He then stopped at a parking lot and slept in his car, hoping that when he woke up, everything would have been a bad dream. Alas, it wasn't. Everything had truly happened.
Since he was a workaholic, he search for jobs nearby him. He thought anything would do. There was a job application for a butler in some mansion. It was close to him, another hour or two away. Luckily, he had a friend that lived in the city the job application was for. He called him and Brian responded quickly. They had an all-nighter talking about what had happened. He told him what he thought of doing and his friend agreed with him, thinking he needed something to keep his mind busy. The following morning, he applied for the job and then spent another day with his friend, drinking. He was a guest of his for a few days, before his phone rang and a woman with a voice oh so talked sweetly to him on the phone.
"Hello. Am I speaking with Mr. Grey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You job application was accepted. You can start as soon as tomorrow if that would be enough time for you the prepare?"
"Yes. It sounds perfect. Thank you for the opportunity."
"You're welcome. I'll expect you. You are to be in front of the mansion at 8 A.M. Dressed in a suit. I'll see you tomorrow."
He wanted to thank her for the opportunity. The usual politeness you know. But she hung up. Adrian went to sleep and put his alarm on for 6 A.M. just in case. By 7:55, he was dressed in a suit and stood in front of the two-floor white mansion. On the balcony stood his possibly future employer. A stunning blonde girl with blue eyes, wearing a long, black frilly gown. Her black lipstick and mascara made her look even better. True, an unusual color for a lipstick, but it made her look even more dazzling.
"You must be Mr. Grey." the lady said with a calm whispery voice.
"Yes, ma'am."
"I'll give you a week. If you prove to be useful and entertaining, I'll keep you."
"Ah... Thank you for the opportunity. I look forward to working for you."
She regarded him slowly, looking into his brown eyes and his dark hair, his body. He was not bad looking. She then showed him around the mansion. And then led him to his room.
"And this is where you will sleep at."
"Understood ma'am."
"You should call me mistress."
"Understood mistress."
She smiled at him. A little smile, but beautiful nonetheless.
"Good, now go make me some tea. I will let you go home tonight so you can pack up and move in."
"Understood, mistress. May I ask a question?"
"Go ahead."
"What tea would you prefer?"
A little smile appeared on her face.
"Make me some black tea. And bring everything, sugar, honey, etc."
"Understood mistress."
She went and sat in the dining room that was mostly white, like the mansion itself. Whilst he went to prepare her tea. He looked around the kitchen until he found everything needed. Then a few minutes later he brought it on a sliver platter. He served her the tea and some biscuits, then asked her whether it was to her liking.
"Almost. Next time, use less water. Now strip naked and kneel next to me."
He stared at her, unsure whether his ears deceived him.
"Forgive me, mistress. I may have misheard you. Can you please repeat that?"
"Take your fucking clothes off and fucking kneel next to me." she said in a loud and harsher tone.
He swallowed, still taken aback by her sudden request. Though her next words made him immediately comply with her demand.
"You know where the door is."
Her tone suggested she didn't care what he would do. It was calm and composed. As though she was telling him, she could easily replace him whenever she wanted.
"I'm sorry, mistress. I'm happy to oblige." he said, bowing his head.
He started taking his clothes off. His hands were shaky. Though he did it and soon his suit was on the ground. Then his pants shoes. Everything. He stood in front of this magnificent woman in nothing but his briefs.
"That too." she said while pointing at them.
He hesitated for a moment and she started counting.
"5... 4... 3... When I get to one, you should take your shit and leave."
Where would he go to? Sure, he can easily find another job in another city. He wasn't sure what he felt now. Embarrassment? No, it wasn't that. He couldn't quite put it to words. And all that had happened within a few minutes. His pulse quickened. His palms were sweaty. There was a warm feeling in his belly.
Her face became slightly angry. He noticed, so he obediently complied. He took everything off, even though there was a slight hesitation when he removed his briefs. His suit now laid thrown next to him. She looked at his prick. It was becoming harder. Seems like he enjoyed being bossed around.
