Poppy arrives
I picked her up from the local railway station. It was strange, we'd never met, but I knew everything about her. I put her bags in the car and introduced myself. Annabel had suggested I use a work name, but I knew I would forget at some point so used Harry, which was common enough anyway. I never gave a surname.
As we drove off I explained the arrangements.
"You're the first one, so you get to choose which apartment you would like. Top floor has good views, but they are a bit smaller than those on the other floors. They all have the same facilities and to be honest pretty much the same furniture. There's no lift though."
Her voice was low and husky, with a faint Welsh accent.
"I'm not bothered about a view, so I don't mind."
It was only a short journey from the station and she didn't have much to say after that, until I keyed in the code to open the heavy gates to the grounds of the house. As we drove down the drive, she looked around in amazement.
"All this is part of the house?"
"Yes, it was built by some Victorian industrialist as a part of his plans to move up in society. It was converted into apartments a couple of years ago by a developer who went bust. Mrs Clarke bought it from them and finished it off. You saw the security at the gate. The entire grounds are surrounded by a brick wall and monitored by security cameras 24 hours a day. So is the building, inside and out."
I didn't tell Poppy that Annabel had also bought the company, to provide a front for the real business of the Agency. She clearly expected to make a substantial amount of money.
"Let's go then. I'll take you upstairs and let you unpack, then when you are ready, come down to see me and I'll show you around. I understand from Mrs Clarke that your working wardrobe will be arriving tomorrow."
I took her upstairs and showed her the apartment. I had decided to simply allocate them from the bottom upwards. Poppy's overlooked the nearby woodland -- also part of the estate.
"I'm sorry, but there are no keys to any of the apartments. That includes mine. The site is secured as I told you and the house doors are very solid. The building has a perimeter alarm and is protected by CCTV. I will be the only male in the building and Mrs Clarke has told you the terms of my employment. She has also asked me to repeat the rules to you and get your formal agreement."
"This address, is not to be revealed to clients, family or anyone else. No visitors are allowed at any time. You are free to socialise with the others in any way you want. You can swap apartments with the agreement of both parties. Just let me know of any changes. Soft drinks are available in each apartment. Beers, wines and spirits are available in the common lounge, which I'll show you later. Access to the drinks is via key pad, with each person having a unique number. You won't be charged unless use is excessive. You can prepare and eat food in your apartment or you can eat in the common lounge. Food will be delivered weekly and as we get to know your likes and dislikes that can be adjusted. You will be required to clean your own apartments and do your own laundry. All the materials required will be supplied. As the place fills up we will organise a rota to keep the common areas clean. That rota will include me. I occupy my apartment on exactly the same terms as you do."
"You know my duties in respect of your training. If for any reason you feel you cannot accept me, you will be free to terminate your contract, without penalty, but subject to the Non Disclosure Agreement you have already signed. Once I have completed your assessment, any further sexual contact will be entirely up to you. I will not impose myself on you in any way. If you terminate your contract, you may keep all financial payments due to you up to the date of termination but must return all items of clothing and apparel provided."
"Finally, you need to be aware that the entire building is covered by security cameras, inside and outside. In the apartments, including mine, these cameras cover the living area, kitchen, bedroom and any hallways. I have access to those cameras in my apartment. They will only be accessed for training or security purposes. They will not be routinely monitored, although everything is recorded. If you terminate your contract, all recordings will be destroyed."
I had to read all this out since there was no way I would remember it. I could see an amused look on her face once I'd finished.
"It's a lot I know, but Mrs Clarke is a stickler for detail. Now, I'll leave you to it. When you are ready, come down to my apartment. Like yours, the door has no locks, so just walk in."
After about ten minutes, she knocked at the door and came in. She had changed from the jeans and t-shirt in which she had travelled to a loose wrap-around dress in a fabric which seemed to cling to her body. I was nervous about the next steps. Annabel had devised them, then I had gone over them and discussed them with her several times. It was still going to be awkward though.
"Would you like a drink of some sort, or tea, coffee?"
"A glass of red wine would be nice. I'm sure Mrs Clarke has good taste in that direction."
Her low husky voice was already going to my cock, making it difficult to concentrate.
After I had opened the bottle and poured us both a glass, I sat down facing her.
"First things first. Mrs Clarke has explained what she calls, a bit clinically, my duties. I need to know now, if there will be any immediate issue that you might have with me?"
She smiled.
"I don't think there will be. I saw your photographs before I finally agreed. I haven't seen any other issues sine I arrived. She does seem to be a very demanding employer."
I remembered that Annabel had taken some photos of me naked too, sprawled out on her bed, exhausted by her as usual.
"I think I can guess which photos she showed you. I know all this talk of my duties and your assessment sounds bureaucratic and a bit clinical, so lets just cut to the chase. You and I will fuck, and will continue to fuck until I agree you are ready to go out to clients. After that whether we fuck again is entirely up to you. Bear in mind the assessment is primarily about how you will deal with the clients. I'll do my best to make it enjoyable, but I can't guarantee that will be the case with clients."
"Don't worry Harry. I came here expecting to fuck. Mrs Clarke told me quite graphically how you had performed with her, so I'm looking forward to seeing if she was right. Do we start now? I came prepared."
With that she stood up and unfastened the belt around her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders to the floor. She was wearing nothing underneath, although she was still wearing the high heels.
"I wasn't exactly planning to get down to it this minute, I thought you might want to get used to the idea first, but that doesn't look to be a problem."
I stood up beside her and taking her hand led her to the bedroom. I hadn't expected that she would be quite so forward, but she would need to be very sure of herself once she started working so that wasn't a bad sign. Once in my room, I undressed and led her to the bed and laid her down, before parting her legs. There was no sign of arousal. I took that as a challenge and set to work with tongue and finger. Slowly, ever so slowly she began to respond.
She wasn't really moving or making any noises to suggest she was enjoying my attentions, which was a bit of a dampener. I enjoyed using my tongue to make a woman come, but that was because doing so also aroused me. For the first time in my life I found myself softening as I tried and failed to get a response from her.
Finally I stopped and sat back.
"Look, you are obviously tense, which isn't surprising since we met for the first time less than an hour ago. Eventually you will have to cope with that, but let's take it gently for now."
She insisted she wanted to continue but her body language said otherwise. In fact, she was so nervous, I wondered if she had been entirely truthful with Annabel.
"Why don't we go for a walk and I'll show you the other facilities."
She stood up and was reaching for her dress, when I had a brainwave.
"No. Leave it there. There is nobody here but the two of us. You look incredible in nothing but those heels, so let's keep it that way, if only for my benefit."
Reluctantly she left it.
I slipped some sandals on my feet.
"Shall we go?"
I let her lead the way, admiring the way her cheeks gyrated as she walked. She moved very gracefully, her back straight and her shoulders back, making her pretty breasts point straight ahead as she walked. In the hallway, I took her hand and led her downstairs to the basement gym.
"As you can see there is a lot of equipment here. I'm not a qualified fitness trainer, but I know how to use everything if you need help. If you need a fitness routine, I'll take you to someone who is qualified so that you can use what's here to the full."
"I don't need that. I'm qualified myself."
That hadn't been in her file, but I accepted it for now.
"Great, maybe once we are fully occupied, you can take some classes here for the rest of us."
She wandered around, looking at the equipment before sitting in the lat pulldown, after setting a weight not much short of what I would use. As she reached up to take the handles, her breasts pushed out. I watched her pull the handles down with ease, her breasts lifting and dropping with each pull. My cock had settled down as we walked downstairs, but began to stiffen as I watched. I knew it would be extremely selfish of me but I toyed with the idea of making the whole building a clothes free zone, which made me get even harder.
She suddenly stopped and stood up, very obviously not looking at my erection.
"It seems well-equipped."
I wasn't quite sure she was talking about the gym. I tried to ignore my cock bouncing around as I moved and took her to the back of the gym to show her the showers, changing rooms, and a sauna. Through a different door was a set of stairs leading up and into the common room area, well furnished with TV, video games, cards, boardgames etc. It had large doors to the terrace, which I slid back.
"Your flat is as private as you want it to be, but we expect this to be a popular spot for everyone to get together. There's a fridge and microwave in a small kitchen. From time to time, I think Mrs Clarke intends to have you all to dinner here or out on the terrace, depending on the weather. She'll organise the catering.
Distracted by showing her the common room, I was beginning slowly to subside. She investigated the kitchen then looked outside.
"Is it private out there? Not overlooked."
"There are sliding doors from my apartment onto the terrace, as you can see. Other than that it is completely private other than security cameras. There is nothing in that direction for about five miles and that is down the hill."
She stepped outside, then turned towards me.
"I hope you have stocked plenty of sun cream. I expect most of us will be wanting to get an all over tan."
