9:35 AM!
Taking a short break at Hilltop restaurant Cabot Ross looked at his phone and noticed a message from his filthy rich sex slave, Cougar at 43, Roselyn Albright. Reading it while sitting out back at a picnic table shelter for the smokers to enjoy, he realized it was a download that he had requested but hadn't gotten to. It was her app that allowed him access to her security cameras inside and outdoors of her mountain top mansion.
Knowing it was nearing her meet with personal trainer Bryce Leeds he quickly loaded the device and checked out each room for activity, mostly a tomb of silence. Locating Rose in her main floor living room the cougar was lying on her sectional sprawled out in a sexy pose. Nude just as her Baroque had ordered her be, she played with her lovely pussy. The camera having a zoom feature he zeroed in on her submerging fingertips.
"Nice! Good job, Nouveau." His pet name for the filthy rich cunt. He wished he could hear her moans, but the feature did not comply with sound. "As loaded as Rose is and she can't upgrade to a sound system version? Add that to her must-do list!"
Researching the features for the app he realized just how advanced the system was otherwise. A blinking dot in the corner of his cell screen he noted the word "Visitor!" Touching the dot out of curiosity the scene shifted to the road spiraling the mountain. A Jeep Wrangler on its way up passed by sensors along the entire mountain so that the owners could have an advanced warning. "This is cool. I didn't even know she had cameras clear down the mountain."
Exploring further he found an intercom feature and tested it. "Spoke too soon, it does have audio. Can you hear me, Nouveau?" Rose immediately sat up and licked her fingertips.
"Yes, Baroque. You figured it out. Yay!"
"Bryce is on his way up now. I didn't know you had sensors and cameras hidden on the roadsides."
"They look like birdhouses to blend into the forest. I am nervous, Baroque. What if I offend Bryce?"
"Well, now that I can talk through your system, I can guide you a bit. Breakfast has slowed down here at Hilltop so I might be able to slip out more. Just do as you're told."
"I love how you push me, Baroque. For better or worse I will test Bryce. As you said, if he walks away, he does. I still have you as my trainer."
"That's right! He's at the front gate. Allow me to let him in. Mention my name to him and see if he remembers me. I mean he graduated when I was just starting high school. He might not."
"Oh! Look behind me. Do you notice anything?" She pointed at her fireplace mantle.
"You took down the pond and put up my chessboard painting. I'm honored that you care enough to show me off Rose."
"That goes both ways my youthful Master."
"I buzzed Bryce in. Get ready!"
"I will make you proud Baroque."
"I'll stay on here through his initial reaction. After that you're on your own. I'll view your camera footage tomorrow. Text me how it went after he heads out."
"He's at the door." Rose hopped up and grabbed her coffee mug to look as natural as possible. Doorbell sounding, she took a deep breath and began her journey to the door. "Baroque?" No answer! Was she on her own already? Masking her face behind her cup as she opened the front door her 6'4, 230-pound, trainer Bryce who resembled actor Alan Ritchson, cocked both brows and grinned.
"Good morning, Bryce. Come on in." She opened the glass storm door letting him take over before she turned to walk away. It amused Roselyn as she ignored her curiosity to look back just to see if he was checking her out, certainly he must be if he was a real man, right? "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"I'm good! Forget to wash your yoga pants?" He laughed! "No offense!"
"None taken! No, I just decided that this is my house and if I want to run free, I should be able to. Do you object?"
"Not as long as you remember our conversation a few weeks ago. I do love my wife and she would be heartbroken if I betrayed her. Sami is too good to me to mess it up. Bad enough she worries about me being so fit and good looking." He chuckled! Part of his ego wanted to flex his muscles. In the distance Cabot still watched their interactions, going silent just to see how Roselyn handled it all without him. Trouble was, he only had maybe three minutes longer on his break.
"I totally understand Bryce. Just know I have no plans on getting dressed. Shall we adjourn to the gym downstairs?" Facing him mid-turn so that he could peruse her curves, nipples spiking, Rose did catch a quick glimpse of his workout trunks to see if he was getting hard. Of course he was, i was impossible not to even for a happily married man.
"I'll try to behave." He flirted just for kicks. "I will say this Rose, you're coming along nicely. Another few weeks of dieting and pushing your workouts, my job here is done."
"Just be yourself Bryce, like me. I refuse to apologize for my being comfortable in my own home. I'm not trying to ruin your marriage. I respect that about you more than my nudity might contradict. As I've said, if you feel the need to walk away and sever your services I'll understand. You, having changed my life in the past few months rebuilding not only my body by my self-esteem will be well compensated. I thank you from the bottom of my heart." She bent over in front of him, picking something up from her floor. Lint!
"More like from the bottom of your future heart shaped ass Roselyn?" Bryce chuckled! "Come on you did that on purpose."
"Did I?" She opted to stand up straight and bring back her dust bunny, pinched between her fingers. "I sorely need a maid."
"Okay, I believe you. How much you paying for maid service? Sami is looking for a job."
"Your wife? Now how would that look with you training me in the nude from here on out. If I hired her, she would get jealousy."
