Jules Rutherford enjoyed a late breakfast in the living room of his large penthouse that occupied most of the 37th and 38th floor of the Rutherford building in downtown Seattle. He usually woke up pretty late these days as he had no need to go to his office too early in the morning. Of course it was really convenient for him as he only had to go a few floors downstairs to be at his office. Most of the work is done by his staff members anyway, so coming to the office late has become a habit in the last few months. He realized a long time ago that spending some quiet time in the morning at his home and sometimes doing nothing else except watching over the skyline is a great peaceful way to start a work day.
He was eating breakfast, buttermilk pancakes with cream and a large mug of coffee, when he saw an article in the morning news paper with the headline "The Rutherford Mystery – by Ann Francis" that was obviously about his business and of course about himself. After reading for a couple of minutes, he picked up his phone and called his personal assistant and office manager.
"Karen, please get all information about Ann Francis. She seems to work as a freelance writer for the Seattle Times. She wrote an article about me and I'd like to check where she is getting her information from. Oh ... and I think I have to move my trip to Japan."
Without even waiting for a reply, he hang up the phone. Jules knew that Karen would immediately do everything she could and start her investigations. Karen had excellent sources and connections to the business and political community in Seattle. She used to work for the mayors office before Jules hired her a few years ago. Even if she did not find everything herself, she had a lot of contacts that would help her to get the required information. He was confident that by lunch time he would know everything about Ms. Francis, her birthday, her hobbies, her favorite dish and a lot more.
After finishing breakfast and putting down the news paper, he got up from the table and turned to walk out of his large living room.
"The pancakes have been excellent, Michelle. I like the sweet taste of the new cream you have made."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Rutherford!"
Michelle was smiling to herself while she bowed her head slightly. It was her first movement since she has poured the coffee after Jules sat down on the table. She loved it when he praised her work. Immediately after he passed her, she moved out of the position she assumed next to the table and hurried to clean up.
Michelle has been working as his housemaid for a few years now. Jules meet her when she had applied as an intern in the legal department of his organization. Her dream was to become a lawyer, however it took Jules only a few minutes in the conversation to convince her that the position as his live-in-housemaid would be a lot more rewarding for her. She happily accepted and she has never regretted her decision. Jules can be very convincing.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his maid bending over when working on the table. He stopped and watched her for a few seconds. After all those years, he did not get tired of the view he saw nearly every day. In the very short cut French maid uniform that she is wearing her well formed ass looks really delicious.
Of course Michelle knew he was watching her. He always did in situations like this. She knows the purpose of the uniform she wears and she likes the reactions she gets from Mr. Rutherford every day. She knows that she must think of her employer as "Mr. Rutherford" as he explained her very early that a housemaid should not use the first name of her boss under any circumstances. It was a lot more sexy to think of Mr. Rutherford as the master of this household even though she is actually two years older than him.
It got her hot to think about him. She knew exactly how she looks like with the extremely short skirt of her uniform and without any panties. Even when bent over only slightly, the straps of the garter belt she was wearing was visible on the side. She slowly moves her ass from side to side while cleaning up the table, hoping that he would react. A breeze of air flowed over her shaved pussy. Although this did usually not work to tease Mr. Rutherford this way, she still had to try as she had been successful with this before in rare moments. She hoped he would need some relief before going downstairs to work and that she could help him to get it.
It did not work this time as Jules was still thinking about this news paper article. More concerned about the negative publicity it might generate than about the nice hot ass of his maid in front of him, he turned around and walked towards the small desk in the corner of the large living room that he used as home office. Before he could sit down, he had to wake up Pet. She was curled up and sleeping under the desk.
For Jules it was nothing special to have 26 year old girl in his penthouse moving around on all fours completely naked. Pet has been with him ever since he finished college. The blonde girl woke up after Jules touched her smooth body. She instantly got the message and moved away from the desk. Her graceful moves reminds him of a Persian cat.
Although Pet is staying in the penthouse permanently and Jules sees and virtually runs into her several times a day, he still mostly ignores her. Sometimes she receives some specific orders from him, however that happens more out of a habit and is not really the result of affection. Maybe he slowly becomes tired of her, although it still pleases him immensely that he had her around him. Pet's real name is Janette and she went to the same high school as Jules. As teenager he had an enormous crush on the one year older girl but he never has had the confidence to ask her out on a date. Of course she would have not accepted at that time anyway. Things became worse when Janette became one of the group leaders that constantly made fun of younger students, including him as one of the main targets. He felt hurt and decided very early that he would have to do something about it if he only could.
Little did he know by then that by the time he finishes college, he would have the power to make virtually any possible revenge plan come true. It happened during summer vacation while visiting his uncle Sebastian Rutherford in Virginia for 3 weeks. His uncle was what you could only call a mad scientist. Jules never understood what he was really doing, except that he did some research on various secret projects by the government. Every time Jules meet his uncle, he was introduced to his latest inventions, at least as long as they are not classified as top secret by one of the government agencies his uncle worked for at the time. It was often fun to be one of the first to try out some gadgets like the emotion detector that looked like a small hand gun with a satellite dish mounted on top of it that could detect the feelings of someone from a distance of over 10 feet, showing it in different colors on the small display. Well, it did not really work and no one would have understood the weird color display anyway. Jules was excited and a bit nervous as he did not understand at all what exactly his uncle was doing and how his inventions are working, but he still played one time with the device when he suddenly got hit by a strong current. It fell down and he lost conciseness. It was this moment that changed his live forever. He awoke a few minutes later with a very strong headache. His uncle was furious that he played around with one of his devices without him present but was also relieved that nothing serious seemed to have happened to his nephew. Little did Sebastian know what really happened to his nephew.
It took Jules several months to fully understand that he has changed. At first he did not notice anything. Then slowly he realized that people behaved differently around him. Well ... women behaved differently. He noticed that he suddenly was able to command women. Basically they followed his orders. He felt not any different than before but still, they just did whatever he said. What was really strange was that the women never seemed to notice anything. He could give the strangest commands and they simply did what he said as it would have been their own idea.
