Jack had spent his night living every man's fantasy. Girl and girl had sucked his cock dry, both eager and desperate for his approval. He wasn't a cruel person, but Jack seemed to have a general lack of romantic interest. For what he lacked in the desire for romance, however, he made up for tenfold with his sexual desires. He'd read about Asexuals, who'd wanted love but not the sexual aspect of a relationship. Jack related, but in a completely opposite way. He didn't want a relationship, he wanted employees to perform a service he required to satisfy his needs. He realized that this could be tough on the women, so he paid them very, very well.
In Jack's eyes, the woman he hired as caretakers were like a massage therapist, an acupuncturist, a hairdresser, a chiropractor, someone paid to do something to your body, to take care of a need. It wasn't a necessity, but a luxury. And Jack Stone lived an opulent life full of anything and everything he desired. The bed he slept upon was big enough that all five of the caretakers trying to claw their way into Melissa's vacated position could sleep there with him if he so desired, and on a rare occasion, they had. But, Jack wasn't a big fan of sleeping with a woman. They cuddled, clung, talked, snored, and hogged the duvet. It also made them feel closer to him, and smear the professional line he tried to keep firmly in place so he didn't end up with another stalking situation.
So, after the two beautiful women had finished their jobs, he'd sent them off on their way. He woke up alone between his silk sheets, the sunlight pouring through the window and across his face. Despite his late-night, he'd slept like a fucking rock, and woke up feeling refreshed five minutes before his alarm went off. Instead of hitting the snooze button twice and catching that precious half an hour of extra sleep, Jack got out of bed and changed into his gym clothes. He was a practical man, and he knew that keeping his body in decent physical condition was a key part of maintaining an optimal existence, especially as he grew older. He also enjoyed the rush of endorphins he got from doing physical activities, so he made a habit to go to the gym whenever he had the spare time to do so.
He, of course, had his own private in-home gym. It was equipped with all manner of high quality, high tech gym equipment. From treadmills to barbells, it didn't lack much of anything. There was even a sauna attached to the bathroom, for when he had the desire to sit around and sweat. The gym was empty, though he'd allowed access to all of his girls. While he enjoyed his women curvy, he enjoyed seeing them in tight clothes, their bodies jiggling and bouncing while they were in movement. But, it was early, too early for them to be awake. He took pride in his ability to spoil the girls, to let them sleep in and lounge around in their downtime. It reminded him of the cat he had growing up, the pet like way he kept them around.
Without the women around, Jack lacked distraction and was able to focus on his workout. He ran two miles on the treadmill before he hit the weights, lifting, squatting, making sure to work over every muscle in his body. He was almost done, doing his last set of reps on the weight bench when the door to the gym opened. He didn't notice, the music playing throughout the room was loud enough that he didn't hear it, nor the footsteps that followed.
Isabella knew she was a front runner in this competition, and so did everyone else. She was flawless, the proportions of her body were what women paid for, tiny waist, big tits, wide hips and a bubble ass that people couldn't help but stare at. It was all genetic, her mixture of Colombian and Mexican blood didn't just give her an amazing body, her dusky coloring was another bonus. Her skin was a soft golden brown, her hair jet black and full of natural loose curls that cascaded all the way down to the curve of her lower back. Her lips were full, her dark eyes holding a mysterious edge to them were lined with thick, dark lashes. She'd been a model before Melissa had found her. However, Isabella was short. Only 5'1, so she wasn't exactly runway material.
She'd liked modeling, it was pretty easy. Pose half-naked for a few hours. Easy. But she wasn't passionate about the choice in career. She craved that kind of drive and devotion she'd seen in the girls around her. It only took her a week of working with Melissa for Mr. Stone before she found that. Most people wouldn't get it. What was so fulfilling about being a walking, talking sex toy for some cold rich dude? Hell, Isabella couldn't even explain it to herself, but she knew in the very depths of her soul that this job was her passion, her purpose. She woke up every day with a smile, happy and ready to go to work, to do her duty.
During her stint as one of Jack Stone's caretakers was the best time in her life, and it wasn't just because of the luxurious lifestyle he provided. Of course, that was a big part of it, but it was the passion, the drive to please him that made everything so much fun. She enjoyed her work, she enjoyed him and his cock and the way he used her. She fucking loved it. When her time was up, Isabella was devastated. She'd asked Melissa if there was any way she could stay on longer, but everyone knew about the turnaround, the renewal. It has been two years since she'd been retired, and she never thought she'd get this opportunity again. Until Melissa called her and informed her that they were looking for her replacement.
The opportunity of a fucking lifetime. Who'd of thought that the Queen herself would retire? The idea of becoming the new queen, of being treated with such awe and respect from everyone around her... And having Jack look at her the way he looked at Melissa. There was no way in hell she was going to lose this.
Isabella wasn't just gorgeous. She was intelligent and ambitious. Some people called her a bitch, and they were kind of right. She knew her worth and wouldn't accept anything less than what she deserved. She was a protectionist, a headstrong Latina woman who didn't take bullshit or excuses from anyone. Those were, in her not so humble opinion, exactly the qualities that Melissa's replacement needed. She couldn't imagine any of the other girls being able to handle the day to day running of Jack's household the way Melissa did. But Isabella knew she could do it.
She didn't just aim to please Jack, she'd been studying from Melissa every chance she got. Reading Jack's schedule, learning his habits, his food choices, his favorite brand of socks, how he drank his coffee. She followed Melissa as the woman went about her daily duties, showing serious interest in actually learning the job. Melissa wasn't just a sex toy, she was a caretaker in every sense of the word. She bought his clothes, his food, his toothbrush. She made sure the maid and the chef were doing their jobs properly. She made sure the women were properly groomed and following the house rules. She ran the household like a well-oiled machine, and Isabella was doing everything to prove that she could fill Melissa's five-inch stilettos better than any of the other four.
It was admirable, and she was doing a good job at it. Until she realized she was losing time with Jack. While Melissa was a big part of this, in the end, everything came down to Jack. Isabella hadn't been able to get enough time with him, and she needed to remedy that as quickly as possible. She needed to make an impact on the man, to make him remember her name. When he fell asleep at night, she wanted him to drift off remembering the feeling of her plump lips wrapped around his cock. Which is why when she heard the music coming from the gym, she decided to take the chance and fucking go for it.
The workout clothes she'd slid into were a joke, they had to be. No woman would actually wear such a skimpy outfit to the gym unless they wanted a whole lot of attention. It worked for Isabella perfectly. The spandex shorts she wore were a deep black, they clung to every inch of her like a second skin. She couldn't even wear a thong underneath the tight material. As she walked, it only got worse. Her pussy was completely outlined in black spandex, her little slit sandwiched between her voluptuous thighs. Her ass was eating the back of her shorts, the bottom half of her rounded ass cheeks were hanging out. Her flat stomach was bare, save for a dangling little diamond that hung from her pierced navel. The sports bra she had on was purposefully a size too small, her double D's looked like they were about to pop out of the black material the second she took a deep enough breath.
