Author's Note: This story is set in the future. I have no knowledge of Josh Holloway other than watching the television show. This story is purely a figment of my overactive sexual imagination.
*
"Good morning Gracie, good morning Mary."
"Good morning Mr. Holloway," the girls chorused and stepped aside to let their employer pass.
Josh walked past them but glanced back to enjoy the long legs flashing under the short skirts of the two blond girl's French maid uniforms as they walked. Gracie stopped and bent over to conscientiously pick up a dry leaf that had fallen to the floor from an arrangement on the side table. Her tanned and smooth bare buttocks came into view. Josh made a mental note to have his housekeeper, Ms. Chang, get some panties for the girls. Perhaps something with ruffles would be fun.
He wanted to ease his ward into the life of the house gently. She would be coming from a very sheltered convent life in South America, now that she was twenty-one. Josh was looking forward to picking her up at the airport later in the day. It wouldn't do to have the girls flashing their bare bums everywhere, no matter how much he would miss it.
Josh walked into the spacious dining room with its dark mahogany table and sat at the place which had been set for him with fine china. The former bad boy star of the television series LOST had gone on to do a series of modestly successful big screen movies, wisely investing nearly every penny he made. He had amassed a large fortune in the ten years since the television show had ended, allowing him to set up this rather unique household.
All of the people in his employ were women, from his chauffer to the maids and the chef. Even the gardener and his stable master were women, though the two of them sometimes took on male help when they desired it. The arrangement was a singularly unusual one but worked well for both parties. Josh hired women and contracted with them that he would pay for their college education while they worked in his house. Other duties were not written into their contract but were agreed upon before entering into the contract. No one had ever reneged on the agreement and the girls went on to other things in life when they were ready.
The door to the kitchen opened behind Josh and the kitchen maid, who also served in the dining room, bustled through. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Holloway."
"No problem, Jen. I just got here myself really." He looked up at the taught fabric over Jennifer's full breasts as she leaned forward to set out his orange juice, eggs and bacon.
His eyes traveled up to her brown hair, smoothed back into a ponytail, and down her body to her short denim skirt. His fingers slid up between her thighs under the short skirt. He found the spot at the top of her inner thigh that he loved so much, so very soft and smooth. "And how are classes going?"
Jennifer was taking classes at the local community college in food prep and was also being given lessons in the kitchen by the cook. She would serve his breakfast and rush off to class this morning, as she did every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
"Very well, Mr. Holloway," she answered, a trifle breathlessly, as his fingers teased across her bare labia.
