Two loud knocks followed by a creaking noise forced Jake to wake up from his slumber. The expansive guest room in Giselle's house was flooded with sunlight. How early was it? And who was the guy who had just waltzed into the room, wearing some kind of black and yellow work uniform, complete with a company logo-printed baseball cap? He looked very young, probably the same age as Jake, with short brown hair and a matching full but short beard. The guy startled when he noticed Jake moving around in the bed.
"Oh, hey! Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to wake you. Wasn't expecting this room to be occupied," he said, fiddling around with a broom that he held in his hands. "Do you mind if I do a quick sweep?"
Jake was trying to get his bearings, doing basic morning stuff like, remembering his name and figuring out where he was. Suddenly, he became acutely aware of the dried up cum that was sticking his belly to the sheets from last night's jerk off session, not to mention his rock hard morning wood that was making a tent out of the duvet. Right now, it was a matter of answering this stranger's question. Did he mind a quick sweep? Probably not, as long as he managed to hide his aroused state. Objecting to such an offer would be rude, at best. "Not at all dude," he said as casually as he could manage. "Do your thing."
"Alright!" the strange young guy said, with a bit too much excitement. Somewhat recklessly, he pulled a cart around the corner and through the half-open doorway, filled to the brim with cleaning supplies, a giant plastic sack in the middle of the thing. "Guess, you're the new guy, huh?"
Jake wasn't sure, but that sounded about right. He was, indeed, the new guy. And last night, he had done his job as befitting that strange role. But who was this guy, and what did it mean to him? No need to be rude, he thought. "I guess I am," Jake responded. "The new guy, huh."
The strange custodian started laughing heartily while sweeping his oversized broom across the floor. "Good for you, dude," he said in between fits of laughter. "Enjoy the gig, as long as you last."
Jake sat upright in the oversized bed, duvet covers painfully sticking to his erect morning wood and belly by way of his coagulated load from last night. He was completely naked underneath, trying to think of a way to get out of this weird situation. "Cool, man," he tried to respond casually. This guy couldn't possibly be older than himself. "Listen, I'm gonna leave this room to you while I go take a shower, alright?"
The stranger responded with another hearty laugh as he switched up his broom for a combination of a disinfectant spray and a cloth. As he turned to the windows and begun wiping them down, Jake saw the opportunity to get up and sneak away. And this, he did.
He found himself in a hallway, holding the duvet cover around his waist to give himself a pretense of modesty. His morning wood was sticking through it like a painful tent pole. Luckily, the hallway was empty. To his right was a halfway-opened door, showing a messy room with clothes and debris strewn all about. Another guest room, perhaps? Could this be where Katherine, Giselle's assistant, spent her nights?
Before spending too much time thinking about that, Jake saw an open door in front of him on the right, leading into a bathroom. He tip-toed inside, carefully holding up the duvet cover around his naked body, and locked the door behind him with a sigh of relief. What had he managed to get himself into? At least there was a shower in here, so he could rid himself of the stickiness on his belly.
He turned on the water, and grabbed his erect cock while waiting for the shower to warm up. He started stroking himself, hoping for some early morning relief, but there was no response from within him. No pleasant arousal, no good feelings rhythmically pulsing from his cock. Morning wood can be like that sometimes, he thought, and stepped into the now lukewarm shower with a painfully unbeatable erection.
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Jake finished buttoning up his shirt, and was now fully dressed again, in the same outfit he had arrived in the day before. A black dress shirt, slim blue jeans, and leather shoes. He had lingered in the shower until he had heard the cleaning guy pack his stuff up and leave, and his painful morning erection was finally starting to subside, squeezed tightly by the narrow-waisted pants that it was trapped in.
Slowly and carefully, Jake exited the guest room he had slept in and wandered out into the awe imposing manor. The grandiose hallway outside the room ended in a large staircase that split into a Y-shape halfway up. At the split was a panoramic window giving a view of the sunny green garden outside. Jake took in the view as he wandered down the stairs to the ground floor.
He found his way to the grand dining room, where Giselle and her assistant Katherine were sitting at the end of a long table. Giselle, the lady of the manor, was a small-statured woman with hazel brown hair set up in a pony tail, and matching hazel eyes behind a large pair of glasses. She appeared to be ready for a day of work, wearing a modest black blouse, a pair of dark grey wide-brimmed women's business slacks, and black close-toed stiletto heels.
Kat had changed up her outfit from yesterday, when she had worn just about the same one as Jake was wearing right now. Today, she had on a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers, and a white t-shirt with some jumbled company logo printed across her small, modest breasts. She was sitting with her long legs crossed, typing away at a laptop as she had done yesterday when Jake had been introduced to his new job as Giselle's... toy?
The long dining table was made out of a dark and sturdy type of wood, and was set with a lavish breakfast. In the middle of the setup was a steaming kettle that filled the room with a scent of freshly brewed coffee. Around it was different types of breads and spreads, including butter and several types of marmalade... Jake's stomach started rumbling.
"Good morning," he said sheepishly, standing in the doorway. The two women looked up at him. Kat couldn't help but smirk a bit, while Giselle's face remained serious. "Breakfast, huh? Can I have some?"
"Good morning, Jake," Giselle said. "Of course, please, have a seat." She motioned towards a sturdy chair made out of the same wood as the table, with a fancily embroidered seat cushion. Jake moved into the room and sat down.
He was seated across the table from Kat, or rather her laptop which she was focused on. Giselle was between them on Jake's right, sitting at the end of the table. She was sipping on a cup of coffee, and occasionally nibbling on a piece of bread with butter and marmalade. Jake started to cut up a couple of slices of bread for himself. The room was silent, except for Katherine's typing. This kind of silence would typically make Jake feel very awkward, and he noticed the absence of any such feelings at this moment. What was there to feel awkward about? What Jake and Giselle had done the previous day hung like a glaring, open secret in the air.
"You did a very good job yesterday," Giselle said to him, breaking the air of silence. "I hope you are free today as well?"
"Uh, yeah, I should be," Jake answered. A good job yesterday. The memories came flashing, of Giselle's petite naked body. Her squirting pussy with the giant clit, that sprayed like a waterfall when she came. His cock started growing again, this time with a definite feeling of arousal.
"Great. Until, shall we say, late afternoon? Katherine?" Giselle said and turned towards her assistant.
Kat's fingers smattered across the laptop keyboard. "That is fine," she said. "Remember, you have that... client meeting this evening. And of course, lunch with Mr. Rosiak."
"Jake will join for that," Giselle said. Jake felt somewhat weirded out by that. Would he? He supposed that he would. At least he would be getting paid. And who knows, maybe Mr. Rosiak was an amicable fellow.
"Afterwards, I have a fantasy I would like to try," she continued matter-of-factly. "Katherine, would you please find the matinee time table for that quaint little theater." She turned back to face Jake. "After yesterday's work, I trust in your ability to bring me to orgasm. I would like you to do it again, in a movie theater. I hope that is not too... Unseemly for you, Jake?"
Jake's eyes glazed over. Kat typed away at her computer, completely unfazed by the conversation. "Sure. No, not at all. That should be fine," he stammered out, looking at Giselle's cute little face. He was expecting her to blush, or at least be embarrassed somehow, but she maintained a stern expression, and her skin remained pale. It was all business to her, apparently.
