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's no problem for the sexually submissive hottie.
In Chapter 2, Elizabeth takes Carol shopping for sexy outfits at a special boutique owned by the Crowleys and managed by their friend, Harold. Private fittings turn into an opportunity for Elizabeth and Harold to enjoy Carol's submissive sexuality. The chapter ends with Harold taking Carol into the backroom, where he can torment and have his way with her.
In Chapter 3, Carol is introduced to BDSM pleasures in the backroom of the boutique. A bond develops between handsome Harold and Elizabeth's new sex toy. The chapter ends with sexually satiated Carol dropped off at her apartment.
In Chapter 4, Carol is taking a bath when J.R. comes boldly into the bathroom. Her bath turns into an orgy of sex, with J.R. taking advantage of the special features of the tub. When he's finished with her, she must recover and hurry to get to her first real estate showing appointment.
The characters speak for themselves in the story.
Chapter 5
Carol
J.R. leaves me languishing in the warm bath, sexually satiated, and yet strangely on edge, wanting more. I've had more sex in the past twenty-four hours than the past month, and each time different from anything I've done before. What other experiences are waiting for me?
Suddenly I remember my three o'clock apartment-showing date. I've got barely an hour to put myself together. I climb out of the tub and grab a towel, looking forward to donning the new sexy lingerie waiting in the bedroom.
A taxi drops me at entrance to the sixty-story condo on Magnolia Avenue. A distinguished-looking gentleman is pacing back and forth in the lobby. I pick up a sales brochure and approach him.
"Mr. Henderson? I'm Carol Worthy, representing Crowley Enterprises. Sorry, I'm a bit late."
He scowls. "More than a bit, Ms. Worthy. I've been waiting half an hour."
I smile prettily and touch his arm. "I do apologize. My previous client just wouldn't let me go."
Taking a step back, he runs his eyes over me, head to foot and back again. It's rude and humiliating, like he's entitled because I'm late. But soon his expression changes from one of annoyance to one of interest. The tight-fitting pantsuit works its magic. I turn slightly to profile the bulges.
"Well," he says with a grin. "If the apartment is half as attractive as the sales lady, my wait will be worth it."
I blush. This guy is coming on strong and we're still in the lobby. What will he be like when we're alone in the penthouse?
"I understand you're in town only today. How much time do you have?"
Again, his eyes sweep over my body. "Oh, this is my last appointment. I leave in the morning. By then I hope to have signed a lease. I have all night."
The implication is unmistakable. Sexual favors could get me a big sale on my first attempt. I know I will find a lease document in the apartment, and a properly motivated Mr. Henderson could send a deposit from my cellphone.
Am I ready to go down that path? Aren't I already on that course in the way I got my free apartment? But if I'm having sex because I enjoy it, rather than just for money, doesn't that make it okay? If he were obese and obnoxious, I'd never do it. But he's not.
"Very good," I say. "Let's find the private elevator and go up. It's my first visit to this particular penthouse, but I'll bet it's spectacular... like all Crowley's luxury units."
He gives me a big smile. "Very good. Let's go see it."
We make small talk as we ride up. I learn that his first name is Bruce. He's recently divorced and starting a new job as the manager of one of the largest local banks. Entertaining will be a major part of his job, and he needs an impressive downtown domicile.
At least that's what he tells me. How do I know it's true? Normally, high-end real estate agents know a lot about their clients before they show them property, but this last-minute gig came with little information. I have to make my own assessment.
Bruce Henderson is attractive, expensively dressed, and sure of himself. He's in his forties, a few inches over six feet, and in good shape. No question that he looks the part of a successful executive. Rich, new to town, and single. Women will be all over him. I get first shot—if I want it.
The elevator opens into a foyer that is inside the penthouse, giving the impression you are no longer in an apartment building, but have entered a private home. A short hallway leads to an arched opening into a huge living room, with a long glass wall looking out over the city. There's no furniture.
"Wow," exclaims Bruce. "It's certainly dramatic. But I'd expected it to be furnished. How the hell can I move here?"
"No problem," I assure him. "I could arrange for furnishings. In a week it could be ready to live in...in a month ready for a fancy party."
He grins. "But how would you know my taste? We'd have to spend lots of time together."
I raise my eyebrows to give him some encouragement without making any commitment. After all, I've just met the guy. Get him to sign the lease, then we'll see.
Bruce
This place is ideal, better than I expected. For days I've been looking at pictures and making comparisons. Essentially my decision had already been made before seeing it. The impressive view as you come off the elevator confirms it. Now I just need to play hard-to-get and negotiate the terms. The standard lease is three years; I want two. And, who knows, maybe I can get a piece of tasty Carol in the process.
"I wonder if it's big enough," I say thoughtfully. "I need to be able to entertain at least fifty people at a time. Once you add furniture..."
Carol strides around the room, assessing the possibilities. I watch as she walks through the dining area into the kitchen. When she returns, she's taken off her suit jacket.
"Too hot in here," she explains, fanning her face. "Let's tour the place."
I try hard not to stare. The curves that had been largely hidden under the suit coat are now provocatively revealed. Firm, perky tits strain against her slim-fitting blouse. But it's her soccer ball ass that really captures my attention. I imagine how those cheeks will feel when I palm them. For me, a tight, shapely ass is a magnet.
"Want to see the bedrooms?" she asks with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Bet your ass," I blurt out. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be vulgar."
She grins. "Not a problem. Follow me."
A wide hallway leads from the living area to the rooms on the backside of the building. I count four bedrooms, each with a bath, plus a room with a wall of bookshelves that I assume is meant to be used as an office. The setup is perfect.
I follow Carol from room to room, staying behind her whenever possible to enjoy the view. Maybe it's my imagination, but she seems to be putting a little extra wiggle into her walk. Too bad none of the bedrooms have any beds.
"Where is the exercise room?" I ask facetiously.
She consults her brochure. "The thirtieth floor has a swimming pool, spa, and gym. There's even has a quarter-mile running track around the perimeter."
"Amazing what money can buy," I say.
"Yes, indeed. Crowley properties spare no expense. Let's check out the kitchen. Do you like to cook?"
"Never had the time to learn, or a woman to teach me."
"Too bad. Maybe you'll find the right woman when you move here. She'll want to have a proper kitchen. I'm sure this one is top of the line."
"Lead on," I say. "Give me the full sales pitch. Then we'll talk about next steps."
"The next step is to sign the lease," she says as she leads back toward the living area.
My eyes lock again on her incredible ass. She's definitely leading me on. But will she deliver? I don't react well to being teased and left hanging.
When we reach the kitchen, she turns and leans back against the island counter. The top button on her blouse has somehow come undone. Her shoulders are back, pushing her breasts against the smooth fabric. I clearly see the outline of her nipples, and they appear to be bare. Is she not wearing a bra?
Carol
I'm taking full advantage of the features of my new sexy suit. Bruce is practically salivating. And the constant agitation of my lightly covered nipples is keeping me on edge. But I must be sure to consummate the sale before I consummate the relationship.
I continue my sales pitch. "So, Mr. Henderson, this is the kitchen. Double-sized frig, two sinks, two dishwashers, two microwaves, and four ovens. Lots of counter space. A caterer could prepare a fifty-plate full course dinner in this kitchen."
He laughs and moves toward me. "Or I could make bacon and eggs for two...and serve it in bed."
"That too," I say, pushing away from the island before he can trap me. "Now in which cabinet do you think we'll find the lease?"
Starting at one corner, I begin checking each of the top cabinets. Small cabinets sit on top of the main ones, and I get up on my toes to reach them, knowing full well that the position emphasizes the contours of my shapely butt.
Bruce follows close behind, pretending to examine the contents of the top cabinet, while he leans lightly against me. The hard ridge bumping against my back reveals the state he's in. I pretend not to notice.
"So many cabinets," he says. "This could take a while."
I swivel my head to look at him. "Are you complaining?"
"Oh no, I'm glad to help. In fact, I can give you a boost to see better into the top shelf."
Whoa...a big hand nestles under my butt and lifts. He's very strong. Suddenly I'm off the floor with the edge of the counter pressing into my abdomen.
