Dahlia arrives
The new girl was Dahlia. She could not have been a bigger contrast to Poppy. They were both of similar height but where Poppy was slim and athletic, Dahlia looked like an animated Rubens with a lush and rounded figure. Her breasts looked huge, but apparently from the photos, still firm, breasts and an equally substantial rear end. I could image that when she moved everything would be bouncing around in the most wonderful way. She had long dark hair that came halfway down her back in glossy waves. According to the file she was 28, spoke several Indian languages as well as French, Italian and English and was a graduate in, of all things, accountancy. I couldn't imagine anyone looking less like an accountant.
As with Poppy, I met her from the train. The crowds on the platform seemed to part before her as she walked towards me. There wasn't a man there whose mouth didn't gape open. Despite her size no one would dream of saying she was fat. She was magnificent and positively oozed sexuality. She was wearing a sort of shirt dress, the top unbuttoned revealing a cleavage you could dive into and wrapped tight across her rear. As she saw me waiting, her face opened into the most glorious smile, exposing brilliant white teeth. She came to a stop before me, and I realised that although she was in theory four inches shorter than me, her outrageously high heels brought us eye to eye. She tilted her face as if expecting a kiss on the cheek, but I kissed her full on the lips. They were as soft and luscious as the rest of her. She responded as if we were very good friends, her tongue in my mouth and an arm around my neck, pulling me into an embrace.
Finally coming up for air I took her case in my hand and offered her my arm, before walking out to the car. As we walked I'm sure I could feel every male eye on the station glued to the undulations of her backside. As I helped her in, her dress slipped up to reveal what looked like acres of inner thigh. Driving off, I felt myself pushing the car hard, wanting to get back as soon as possible. I slowed down to a more reasonable speed. With Dahlia as a passenger, I would be noticed if I got stopped for speeding.
I glanced across at her, the seatbelt plunging between her breasts, her skirt still exposing her legs and almost went into the ditch. Fortunately we were just arriving at the house. As the gates swung back, and I drove in, her reaction was the same as Poppy's.
"Is this all attached to the house?"
"It is. The woodland you can see over there is also part of the estate. It is all protected by perimeter alarms and cameras, so totally secure."
"I'm impressed. I thought Mrs Clarke was exaggerating, but this is even more than I expected."
Once we arrived, I took her case and left it in the hall before inviting her into my flat to explain the rules. I pulled out the card on which they were printed and, apologising for the formality of it, I ran through it all.
"I understand. I'm glad in a way, the fact that Mrs Clarke is so on top of the details is comforting. So is the fact that everything she has told me has so far been underplayed, if anything."
I thought I had been fucked out after the last couple of days with Poppy, but the reaction in my crotch as I watched her, showed I still had some mileage in me. I laid back in my chair, then, without thinking, I said, "why not give me a preview of what you have to offer?"
Without waiting, she slowly unbuttoned her dress, then slipped it down over her hips. Her bra was white, cut low so that her nipples were almost showing, but fairly substantial otherwise to control those breasts. The panties though were tiny, a thin strap around the waist, disappearing down between her cheeks at the back and a tiny triangle of fabric at the front. I was pleased to see an exuberant bush of hair poking out.
I drank it all in, trying to imaging burying myself in this soft body.
"Earth to Harry."
I pulled myself together.
"I said what do we do now?"
"I'll take you to your apartment now so you can unpack. I need to show you the rest of the facilities and explain some things about security. After that it is up to you. I don't know how long you've been travelling or if you want a rest but at some point I need to take you through what Mrs Clarke calls the 'vetting" process."
"That sounds a bit clinical so just to be clear. We are going to fuck, several times. Once I'm satisfied you can handle the clients, and have told Mrs Clarke, any more fucking is up to you. You can decline me now, in which case your contract is terminated and I take you back to the station."
"Harry, Mrs Clarke showed me your photos. They were very obviously taken just after fucking, I assume with her. You can be sure I'm already looking forward to getting you into the same state."
She laughed and stood up, her hands cupping under her breasts, pushing them up even more.
"She has a good body, but I bet even she can't match this pair though. I don't think you will be unhappy with my performance."
I was still sprawled back in my chair. She had stepped closer to me as she talked so my view as I looked up at her was truly spectacular.
"To be honest though, I'm a bit jet lagged. I flew from Delhi to Amsterdam yesterday, then to London overnight, then the train here. I'm keeping going on too much coffee and I fear if we were to get together now, I would disappoint, despite your obvious readiness."
Judith had cured me of any tendency to back off from dominant women, so I made no effort to move or mask my bulging crotch.
"That's fine. I'll take you upstairs to your apartment now, then you can have a sleep and later I'll take you around to see the rest of the facilities. I'm cooking a meal tonight for 8.00 pm. Will you be able to join us then? Our other resident, Poppy, will be here too and I can introduce you."
"That sounds fine."
She didn't bother putting her dress back on, so as as I followed her up the stairs my eyes stayed glued to those magnificent arse cheeks. I made sure to stay far enough back that they were at eye level most of the way. I put her in the apartment facing Poppy's, showed her where everything was, then left her to it. As I came out, I saw Poppy standing, naked, in her doorway. I don't think she had worn clothes since our first day.
"She looks a bit of a handful. Do you think you can cope."
"I'll try my best."
"Come inside for a quickie to keep you going."
I did of course. Indeed with the magnificence of Dahlia's body in my mind's eye, it would have been difficult for it to be anything else. As we lay gasping for breath, side by side on her bed, she laughed.
"Seeing how ready for action you were, I know what was on your mind."
"I can't deny, I'm looking forward to it. I'm still working out how though."
"I'm sure you'll cope."
Downstairs I of course checked the cameras in Dahlia's apartment. She did seem to be very tired. She hung up her dress carefully before releasing her bra. As she reached behind her, they rose even higher, then, released from confinement they sprang out in all their glory. I was no expert on breast sizes, but each one seemed almost the size of my head. Despite that, they hardly sagged. Her tiny thong by contrast wasn't really holding anything. As she bent forwards to slide it down her legs I switched cameras to see the rear view. By now my cock was throbbing with the desire to plunge into her, to feel that soft flesh wrapping itself around me. Manfully I held off from taking it in my hands, determined to give Dahlia the ride of her life.
Meanwhile Dahlia lay down on the bed. I was intrigued to see how she did it. Lying on her front was impossible, lying on her back wasn't going to be much easier. Instead she carefully arranged herself on her side, then relaxed into sleep.
As if she was reading my mind, the phone rang. It was Annabel of course.
"What do you think of our Dahlia then? Quite something isn't she? You'll need all your energy for her I can tell you. She was the mistress of some Indian billionaire, but she was too much for him and he dumped her in Delhi. She hated the place, she doesn't speak Hindi, so she rang me for help."
"She seems one of a kind, certainly. I didn't know you had been to India though."
"I haven't. I first met her in Croydon, of all places. She soon worked her way up the social ladder, you can guess how, and then collared her billionaire, or so she thought. She'll be good at the job, but I don't expect her to hang around for long. The more you can keep her fucked out, the longer she will stay. She likes money but she likes sex even more."
"I'll do my best to oblige her. Does she go for women too?"
"Oh, I like how your mind works. I don't know. She told me she'd had several threesomes, but was vague on the details. I'll leave you to explore the possibilities!"
"Look, I've stayed away, because I want you to put all your energy into the girls. I'm aiming to send two a week. Can you cope with that? Once there are four or five in place, I'll come on over to see you all. Then I intend to lock you into the guest suite and fuck you senseless. So when I give you a date, make sure to be good and ready."
"Annabel, I'm always ready for you, you know that."
"I almost forgot. I saw your friend Ellen the other day. She's got herself a new man. He's actually about her age, not some young stud like you. I gave her your best wishes. I knew you would want me to."
