Jean waited, anxious and trembling, for she did not know what her eccentric boss might be expecting from her in the 'special room'.
"Do not fear, Miss Rene," said Brick, pleasantly. "I really believe that you and I are going to get along splendidly. Do you have much experience in the escort service?"
"Humans only," Jean admitted. "This is my first time off world and first time with an alien."
"I see," he nodded and grinned. "I do hope that I satisfied you."
"Oh you did," Jean smiled back.
Jean was beginning to feel the effects of all the drugs and shots that Brick had given her. She was feeling stronger and with more stamina. It was like she was having caffeine high and could run a whole marathon at the moment. She was still feeling sexually aroused and would more than willing have a second as well as a third round with Brick.
"What is Matron Mary like?" Jean asked trying to distract her attention from her arousal.
"She's a peculiar sort of woman, Matron Mary is," the alien explained, smoothing his uniform, "and she runs a tight ship as you might say. She once went to Mars as a child, where she visited a distant wealthy cousin and was so impressed by the butler who attended her that she makes me wear this uniform all the time. I feel very strange being dressed but it's in my contract."
"So you're her butler?"
"I'm her butler, doctor, lawyer plumber, bouncer—in fact about anything she needs from me."
"Sounds like you are a resourceful man."
"Indeed I am." He declared proudly.
As they climbed the stairway, the silence of the house brought comfort to her drained mind. The house was impeccably cleaned and fragranced with sweet scents in the air, and the ambience had a soothing effect. The walls changed colours as they walked on.
Their footfalls echoed in the corridor as they wandered through the large, spotless rooms on the second floor of Matron Mary's house, Jean had a sense of security and peace which she had never known before.
The door hissed open behind them as it closed again. There were two rooms, of identical size, looking to the north, and Brick chose the one on the right, because of its showers. There were rows of empty lockers at the end, and on a shelf was a great pile of neatly folded towels. She watched Brick fold his arms across his chest and stare thoughtfully around the room.
Suddenly, a dwarfish looking alien with huge saucer-sized black eyes, a tiny mouth and grey skin appeared. Brick spoke to him in an obscure and bizarre language. The grey alien scampered across the room with lightning speed and found a small metallic box, the contents jingling softly as he dragged it toward her.
He opened the box and took out several types of bottles of different colours. He grabbed Jean by the hand and dragged her to the showers. Standing there, with the water sprinkling down on her, she shut her eyes and took pleasure in the steady stream of hot water. The tiny alien sniggered as he scooped up the liquid soap into his hands. He soaped and rigorously rubbed Jean's curves, protracting awhile on her pert breasts, teasing the nipples until they were swollen and pert. His hands slithered over her flat, thin abdomen before diving through the lips of her nether regions. Jean twitched as his long fingers gracefully opened her thickly wrinkled labia.
The tiny alien sprayed a sweet smelling scent all over her body. He laughed at her nakedness before shuffling her out the room.
She had just had sex with Brick a few minutes ago and it all seemed so surreal. She bit her lower lip and pushed the thoughts away, hurrying to dry her body.
"Miss Rene," Brick drew a long breath. "I'm going to take you to our 'special room' and there are a few rules and etiquettes you must follow to the letter."
"Like what?" She tied her hair into a ponytail.
"Like—" he began when suddenly Matron Mary's voice called from downstairs.
"Brick get your ass down here on the double! We have a 'situation' which needs your attention!"
He jumped like he'd been stung and literally leapfrogged down the entire flight of stairs in one swoop, where Matron Mary was holding a holographic monitor display and looking as if she were going to have a fit.
"Yes, Ma'am?" He said calmly. "What is it?"
She handed him the holographic monitor display and folded her arms over her large ample chest. "Can these fuckers do that?"
Brick read the document with great care and Jean noticed a dry frown crossed his face. He stretched his tail in and out thoughtfully. He glanced at a holographic display and shook his head gravely as Jean walked downstairs. She deposited her travel bag inside a locker with her name on it. Both of them were unaware of Jean's presence.
"Oh my, the Uord are a difficult species to deal with," Brick said thoughtfully.
"Well, I'll fight them on this one." Matron Mary snapped angrily. "I'll fight dirty until things start getting ugly, and then I'll unload a shit storm so thick they will regret cheating me. Don't think that I won't."
"You can sue for breach of contract." Brick said thoughtfully and apparently unperturbed by Matron Mary's fits of rage. "The most you'll get is payments for any costs you might have had."
"Does this mean I no longer have a contract with the Uord?" Jean asked distressed. "What about the insurance plan?"
"I'm afraid you lost that too, miss Rene. You know, of course, that you are two days late upon arriving and because of that your with contract them has been rescinded."
"But that wasn't my fault."
"The ungrateful fucking Uords don't see it that way," Matron Mary exploded.
"The whole reason I accepted the contract was that the insurance plan covered my son's medical treatment." Jean's stomach clenched and panic lumped in her throat. "Is there anything that I can do?"
"Now what am I to do with the Earth girl? I was expecting a high-profit gain with this contract." Matron Mary rubbed her temples. "Ah! This gives me a headache."
Brick let her calm down for a minute. "There are lucrative alternatives for this house and for Miss Rene."
