The look of undeniable satisfaction was etched onto Gwen's face. A Long Island Iced Tea rested in the cup holder of the dragon shaped floating chair. The opposite holder held a walkie talkie but there was no chatter emerging from the black box next to the gorgeous nude woman.
Gwen couldn't remember the last time that the house had been silent. It was rarely even quiet but silence was something she'd started to believe was a myth brought to you by the same people who'd invented the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Peace in the Middle East. Actually the last two were decidedly more realistic than silence in that household. If she'd known that the only thing she had to do to get enough peace and quiet to brew a pot of tea was to fuck them to exhaustion she would have done it months ago. It was why they'd hired her after all.
They could make whatever lies up they wanted but there was no real question as to why twenty four year old had been hired. It wasn't her credentials; she'd only just finished getting her nursing license. This was her first job and she hadn't finished top of her class. She wasn't dumb or even sub-par it was just a simple fact that nothing about her resume qualified her for the job, certainly not by comparison to the competition.
What she did have was mocha hued skin evenly distributed over five and a half feet of flawless female form. Most men had a hard time deciding whether her best feature were her enormous breasts, bordering on too large for her tiny frame or her equally proportioned ass evened out her Coke bottle frame. She wasn't shy about wearing outfits that drew attention to her body.
Her face was proof that the blend of Pilipino blood and African American was something so beautiful it might be called perfection. High cheek bones with nearly hypnotic green eyes combined with the fuller lips. Gwen's jet black hair ran just past her shoulders when she let it. Usually she kept it up in a bun out of the way. Today was special and she had them up in twin pigtails bobbing slightly with each step.
When the Novak brothers, thirty year old Forrest and twenty two year old Hunter decided to use their father's disability check to hire a full time nurse to help care for the aging man they hadn't been looking at the resume. What they called an interview was really some light hearted flirting and the two men testing the waters. They were both reasonably attractive so Gwen really didn't mind the attention and she'd always had a bit of a foul mouth. The benefits weren't a turn off either.
They were offering seventy thousand a year. Because she was expected to be there twenty four hours a day she got a free room to herself. Actually she was given her choice of the two guest rooms and she chose the one with the better view of the mountains. Her food was covered too and if she was willing to cook she got to pick what was on the menu. Liquor too which a while it was only a minor selling point was a plus for Gwen who didn't mind the occasional nightcap, or mimosa for that matter. All in all if the price she paid were two men constantly flirting with her it wasn't a bad deal. There were guys hitting on her every day since she'd developed into a woman. This was the first time she been paid nearly six figures for it.
The first months had been difficult. Gwen had grown up as a single child so suddenly having two more roommates was tough. Forrest was home more often than not, a Marine who'd done four years and never done much with his life after that. If you had to guess what he was doing at any given moment he was playing World of Warcraft or Call of Duty constantly shouting at allies and enemies. Even a full year later Gwen wasn't sure if the lay about even had a job of if he was simply living off Daddy's money. What she was sure was that by himself he could raise the dead.
Hunter was a local DJ on the edge of making real money. He was already the Friday night DJ at a major club in Los Angeles. Between that and working parties for his friends he was out of the house a lot, but when he wasn't out of the house he was practicing in the house. While Gwen didn't hate rap she did have a daily limit and Hunter could hit her monthly limit in a little over two hours if he was putting in any effort.
Then of course was her actual job. Remington's accident left him close to helpless. The doctors didn't think he was ever going to be fully mobile again though he could walk for short distances. Gwen was his arms and his legs fetching whatever he wanted, helping him to use the bathroom even bathing him. He could probably have handled that on his own but the risk of him hurting himself was too high so she was there for that as well. She had a walkie talkie clipped to her hip that connected one that Remington held and also to what amounted to a baby monitor encase he ever had an accident.
Between the three men the house was never silent. The best she could hope for was that that only one of them was keeping her from getting just moment of silence. She wasn't asking for a day, or even hours silence. A half an hour so she could do her yoga in silence, get her chi realigned was all she really needed and now she had it. Her plan had worked better than she could have hoped. The only question now was if this was really the life she wanted.
The plan that was responsible for the blissful silence Gwen was enjoying had started almost on a whim. She knew the men were watching her so she decided to tease them a bit. Gwen drove down the La Sex Shoppe, the local naughty place, and picked up a work uniform. She figured she was a nurse; she might as well dress like one instead of just looking like a random girl off the streets.
