In Chapter 1, a billionaire, J.R. Crowley, and his wife, Elizabeth, offer a job and a free apartment in their luxury high-rise to Carol, a young woman who is breaking up with her boyfriend and has no place to live. It soon becomes clear what Carol will have to do in return, but that is no problem for the sexually submissive hottie. The characters speak for themselves in the story.
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Elizabeth
It's been three days since Carol moved into the apartment, which she absolutely loves. She says she's spent hours looking at the cityscape through the big windows. J.R.'s been out of town, and I've left her pretty much alone. We both needed time to recover from the orgy that first night.
And it really was an orgy, the three of us rolling around naked on our super-sized bed and groping each other like randy teenagers. Carol is like me in that she is aroused by dirty talk and being told what to do. And my husband can be very demanding. We didn't get much sleep that night.
Next week Carol starts on her new job as a marketing specialist in J.R.'s firm. That means she will be showing high-priced real estate to the clients, and she must always be dressed to the nines. Today I'm taking her shopping to make sure she looks her best, both for work and for us. She doesn't know it, but the place I'm taking her sells all kinds of clothes, including some very sexy costumes.
We are having coffee on the terrace before heading out. It's another sunny summer morning. Wispy white clouds make shadows on the water below. A big cruise ship glides by on its way out of the harbor. We are sitting together on the couch, looking out.
"I'll never get over this view," Carol says.
"Me neither. There's always something interesting to see. We spend a lot of time out here, even in the winter."
She puts her cup down on the coffee table and turns toward me. "You and J.R. have been so wonderful, letting me live in this building for free. It's like I'm living a dream. And now you've offered to pay for the clothes I'll need for my new job. It's hard to believe."
I smile and place a hand on her cheek. "Believe it. It's not so strange. You are a lovely woman who enjoys the same type of pleasures we do. You will be adding spice to our life. What is the use of having all this money if we can't use it to indulge our passions?"
Carol blushes. "I've never met a woman like you, so open and uninhibited. Doesn't J.R. ever make you jealous?"
"Not anymore," I chuckle. "I was worried at first, but he's always open and honest with me, and involves me in his amorous activities whenever he can. I make sure he knows he would never find another woman who would be so supportive of his sexual behavior. And I'm fulfilled in the process."
"Surely some women have tried to take him from you."
"Oh yes. I have sensitive antennae. Women like that get what J.R. calls 'the treatment'."
"What's that?"
I smile. "One of my husband's kinks is watching me physically punish women who displease me. In most cases it's fun for all, but sometimes..."
"Ohh..."
"Don't worry, dear. I'm sure that will not be a problem for you."
She grins and shakes her pretty head. "Oh no, not me."
"Good," I say, patting her knee. "Tell me, honestly, how do you feel about the night we spent together, and the things we did?"
Now she is really blushing. "My goodness," she stammers. "Did it really happen? It's a bit blurry after all that wine."
"Oh it happened all right. And I think you enjoyed every minute of it. I know I did."
"I can't deny that," she says, looking down.
"Are you ashamed by your wonton behavior?" I ask innocently.
She raises her head and holds her eyes on mine. "I'm still processing it all. On one level it does seem degenerate, but I remember it feeling so natural at the time. And so very exciting."
"So true," I say. "Following our instincts is nothing to be ashamed about. You satisfied yourself and pleased us at the same time. J.R. was thrilled by your responsiveness."
"He was so commanding, the way he ordered us to do all those things to him... and to each other. I was surprised I could be so submissive."
"J.R. is the true alpha male. Females like us respond to being treated firmly. Have you ever watched a group of female ducks on a pond being shepherded around by the big male? When one of them gets out of line he pecks her back into compliance."
Carol laughs. "I know a lot of women who would resent being compared to ducks in a harem."
"So would I. It's only in the bedroom that I accept, and relish, that kind of treatment. My point is that we should accept that in some ways we are like other animals."
"Does J.R. often bring other women into your bedroom?"
She might as well know the score. "Fairly often. He has his little harem." I squeeze her knee. "Sometimes I bring them."
Again, she laughs. "Why am I not surprised?"
Smiling broadly, I kiss her on the cheek. "You are a real find, my dear. Keep going with the flow and we are all going to get along just fine. Now we should be off. Lots of interesting shopping to do."
Carol
We take the elevator to the parking garage in the basement. I'm looking forward to trying on expensive outfits I never could afford. How many will she buy me? It's so strange not having to worry about money.
Elizabeth's car is a sporty little Mercedes. We settle in and head out. I'm wearing a short skirt, which rides up to mid-thigh in the low seat. She glances at my legs and gives me a wink. I blush and wiggle my hips in an attempt to cover more of myself.
"Don't do that on my account," she titters. "You have great legs. We'll find some clothes to show them off."
"Okay," I say, putting my hands in my lap. "You're the boss."
She laughs. "No. J.R.'s the boss. But I'm top cat in the harem."
I can't resist expressing the thought that pops into my head. "And I'll bet you're good at keeping all the pussies in line."
That elicits a guffaw, as she almost drives up on the sidewalk. "You bet your ass," she exclaims.
That's exactly what I'm doing, I think. Literally betting my ass that I'm on a course that is right for me. I relax back into the soft leather and enjoy watch the buildings zip by. In a few minutes we pull up to the entrance of a fancy boutique. A valet is ready to take the car. We climb out, me showing a lot of leg.
"This place specializes in business outfits for young women with good figures," Elizabeth says over the hood of the car. "We should be able to find three or four that will be suitable."
We enter a luxuriously appointed shop that is much larger than it appeared from the street. Comfortable chairs and mirrors are strategically placed in groupings so that clothes can be modeled for a small audience in semi-privacy. Two of the spaces are occupied, with customers pirouetting in front of their male companions.
"As you can see, husbands and boyfriends come here to participate in the selection process," Elizabeth comments. "Female friends too. It's a friendly atmosphere."
An attractive and elegantly dressed middle-aged woman approaches us. "Good morning and welcome, Ms. Crowley. It's a fine day for shopping. What is your pleasure?"
I'm impressed that Elizabeth seems to be well-known in this place. She must spend a lot here.
"This is my friend, Carol. She will be showing real estate for J.R. and needs a number of appropriate outfits—conservative but sexy. Her customers will be both women and men, but the men are usually the decision-makers. The goal is to make them want to return for a second showing."
"I understand," says the salesclerk. "Welcome, Carol. My name is Sharon. If you will come with me, I'll seat the two of you in a private area and bring you some suggestions. You can try on any that you like."
Wow, I think as we follow Sharon toward the back of the store. This place is a far cry from Macey's. And who is that handsome, middle-aged man behind the counter? Must be the owner. He nods to us as we pass. Elizabeth stops and gives him a big smile. Do I detect a wink as well?
"Good morning, Elizabeth," he says familiarly. "Who is your attractive friend?"
She maneuvers me in front of him. "Carol, I would like you to meet Harold, the owner of this establishment. I will want his comments on our selections, from the male point of view. He has excellent taste."
"You are too kind, Elizabeth," he says with a winning smile. "Pleased to meet you, Carol. Let me know when you're ready for me to join you."
I thank him and we proceed down the aisle. Along the way Sharon gathers some clothes off the racks. We reach an alcove in the back corner and Elizabeth indicates I should sit with her on the padded bench along the wall.
Sharon hangs the clothes on a hook and turns toward us. "Choosing outfits that are both conservative and sexy is an art," she says knowingly. "To be conservative you can't be showing much skin, but by having a snug fit in the right places you can still be sexy. It's also important to have the right underwear. Not only can it shape your figure, it also can make you feel sexy, which in turn makes you sexy."
"So true," agrees Elizabeth.
