All sexual participants are at least 18 years old.
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When Grace came back to Henry's house after hours of shopping, she had to remind herself that she should start calling it her home. Yesterday, all of a sudden her living situation went from lower middle class to upper middle class, thanks to Henry. She had been thinking about life, bad news, good luck, friendship, love, and sex, all the while she was shopping. Shopping always tired her out. She never understood how most women loved to do it, and did it a lot. To her it was simply exhausting.
How strange it was that for the last two weeks she had been trying to figure out how to remove herself from Stephen's grasp. Then, as if the gods had predetermined it, it happened all by itself. First Stephen's nasty text, then Mr. Cameron telling her to go find Henry. She thought about that. She must have left her phone on her desk at some point.
Had my boss seen the text from Stephen? Maybe. And he was worried about Henry. He knew about Doreen. He is a good manager. He notices things, and doesn't ignore them if he thinks he can help. Just a suggestion to me, and my whole life instantly changed. How can I thank him?
She grinned.
Maybe my new clothes is just the ticket.
Henry was home. He must have bought groceries after he visited Doreen in the hospital. The house smelled great!
Finally, a Saturday where I don't have to please Stephen, who only liked to go clubbing. I don't need that. And now I have Henry at home. At least until his wife wakes from her coma.
Henry was so sweet. "Hi Grace, how did the clothes shopping go?" He was wearing boxer briefs and an apron. She approved the sexy look.
"It was great! Mr. Cameron had given me the name of a couple shops that carried the kind of clothes he wants me to wear. Would you like me to model for you?"
"Sure! Do you know why he requested them?"
"Not yet. I can only assume he has a new request or two from men who have heard about me, but never asked for me before. They would have to be higher up on the food chain than what I'm used to, in order to even be allowed to request a specific wardrobe."
"Can you name the names of those in your... what? Can I call it a stable? Or is that not allowed? I have to admit I'm curious."
"Stable sums it up nicely. My stallions," she giggled. "I think I'll start using that word. All males, since I'm not bi and never will be. That shows up on my preferences sheet. Since you are now one of my chosen few, I can tell you the names of the others I service regularly. Mr. Cameron, of course. He's number one. First in the morning, last in the evening. Once in a while also just after lunch, depending on his stress level. Then there is Terry Coulter, another one of our senior engineers."
"Terry? But, isn't he happily married?"
"He is, but please remember. The name of the game is stress relief. He can't just call his wife and say, get over here, I need to fuck you so I can concentrate better. Plus, she has a job too, you know. My job is perfect for an industry with tight timelines, and life or death consequences. I perform the stress relief the moment it's needed! I like Terry a lot. He's very nice, like you, and he makes me laugh. Sometimes he's so stressed from work, though, that he really needs a rather involved effort on my part. We need a room for that, not just his office. The rooms are soundproofed.
Note to self: Ask Terry about 'rather involved.'
"Then there's Dr. Patel. He only needs me two or three times a week. He is entitled, but he manages a whole other group of engineers. None of his subordinates have permission to use me. Should I go on?"
"How many more? Just names, not explanations."
"Only three more. I've been fortunate with a very light schedule. Dr. Love, Mr. Sayre, and Mr. Watson. And now you! That makes seven in all. Mr. Cameron warned me that he may be getting more requests, since two of the original girls have quit their jobs."
"How many original girls were there?"
She considers seven light. I consider two heavy. Wow.
"Fifteen. Now there are thirteen. Only two of use are also admins. At school I could accommodate fifteen in one day, if they were all quickies. I wonder if my new clothes are for someone much higher up. How exciting!"
"You told me you went to college for a semester and a half. Were you free use there, also?"
"No. If I had stayed I might have signed up. But see, in high school I knew all the teachers. That made a big difference in my decision to sign up. In college I had to study more, plus they were all strangers. The kicker, though, was a rumor I heard that
students
over 18 would soon also be able to use free use. More strangers. I just didn't think I had the time to dedicate to it."
Henry shook his head. "I'm still trying to accept all what you've told me about being free use. What do you think of it? How long do you think you'll be doing it?"
"I think it's a wonderful opportunity to learn more about sex by doing it with older men. Boys can be so inept, egotistical and inconsiderate. I guess I'll be doing it for at least two more years, or until I get tired of it, or until I accidentally get pregnant."
Damn. She says that so nonchalantly.
"How often does the contraceptive fail? A lot?"
She shrugged. "No, not really. Hardly ever. I just like to try to plan for every contingency."
She came out and showed him her first dress. "Wow! Grace, that is... wow, very sexy!"
