Chapter 2: The Hire

The rich scent of coffee filled the air as the espresso machine rumbled to life. A thin ribbon of dark liquid streamed into a porcelain cup, releasing a warm, intoxicating aroma. Satia watched patiently, inhaling deeply as three shots poured through, their scent curling through the space.

"A pinch," Satia murmured to herself, flicking in exactly that amount of salt.

Next, she moved on to the syrup. The dark chocolate was already melting, so she grabbed the condensed milk and added it while stirring dutifully.

A splash of vanilla, a drizzle of honey. The butler lifted the spoon, looking at a nice, thick liquid clinging to her utensil. A few more stirs, and off it went, into the cup, with previously prepared espresso, following suit.

The next step--she stirred a trace of rosewater into the milk and cream before steaming it, careful not to overheat and lose its delicate sweetness. A slow pour into the cup and the drink was almost ready, naturally separating into perfect layers.

For the final touch, she flicked a dusting of finely grated white chocolate over the top.

She inhaled the smell again and sighed. 'Well - time to finish the job, right?' She placed the cup on a tray next to a plate of freshly baked baguettes and some butter. Those were not her creations - but one of the chef's.

Making sure that she stepped quietly, she entered the room where Ms. Acheor had decided to sleep yesterday. She lifted her eyebrow - seeing the girl almost naked, sleeping with her phone in her hand.

She placed the tray on the bedside table and slowly retreated to the door. When the escape was right by her, she took another look.

Her employer was barely covered - a blanket was thrown loosely across her crotch, being of virtually no service in hiding her form. Satia could freely examine her long, smooth legs, the outline of her member and wide hips on the cloth, the flat belly and the bigger-than-average bust.

A profound shade of purple covered the maid's face as she shook her head, walked out and closed the door.

Maybe it was the soft click of the door, or perhaps the rich aroma of coffee curling through the air, but as Satia left, Faylen's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she noticed was the scent--sweet, dark, inviting. The second was the faint brush of the blanket against her bare skin.

Elysia. Just thinking her name made heat coil low in Faylen's stomach. It would be so easy to indulge herself right now--just give in, let her body take what it needed. But then the scent of coffee hit her again, rich and irresistible.

"Well... Just a second, it won't make a difference, right? Breakfast is important!" She justified herself, already reaching for the cup. The sweet taste felt so good - and she must've become dehydrated a little bit because she just couldn't stop herself - drinking almost everything at once. Not to kill her insides - she quickly followed it up with perfectly fluffy bread and smooth butter then exhaled slowly. Perhaps her body wasn't all satisfied - but her tummy was singing praises to heaven. It was truly the best of things.

She took a moment to appreciate the great-tasting pastry and think about her next steps. As usual, she had pretty much two choices - the easy and convenient one, was giving into her body's need and pleasuring herself right here and now.

The harder one involved some fantasies she wanted to follow through on. To be specific - this, and many other places she owned, had rooms, which she ordered to be built with the intention of dabbling her hands in bondage, sex toys and generally - pleasure.

As she had never been with anyone yet, she wanted to start light and just try out cock sleeves - thinking it would be a great practice, and just being generally curious about the experience. This was just the occasion.

And of course- BZZZ BZZZ

The blonde looked at her phone, entangled in the blanket, and the next bite was somehow swallowed much heavier than any before. Yesterday, her mind was all hazy - she was so engrossed in the potential possibilities that she never got an actual confirmation of what Elysia meant with her first message. She bit her lip and then closed her eyes.

"Well... Fuck..." She whispered.

'That girl really worked me up yesterday, ' she finished in her mind. Her cock twitched as if it was agreeing with her.

It took a grand total of three seconds for Faylen to abandon her previous plans, cave in and reach for it. As per usual - no matter how much she wanted or swore to herself that she was going to use the toys and practice something resembling sex on one of them, she'd always lose the battle of will against her body and her hand. It was just a matter of convenience really - after all, this way could be done aaaanywhere. The room - she'd have to go to. And Satia would probably see and...

Just a couple of strokes and the embarrassing thoughts escaped her mind, as she was already hard as a rock and leaking with precum. Her eyes closed on their own, her breathing quickened, and most of the skin on her face and chest became straight-up hot to the touch as she moved her hand faster and gripped harder.

A soft moan escaped her lips, quickly followed by a much louder one. Her head fell backwards, as she focused all her senses on feeling more pleasure, getting closer to the edge. Her hips started buckling and pushing forward, trying to fuck her hand even faster, her thighs began trembling and she--

KNOCK KNOCK

"Shit!" Faylen swore under her breath, rushing to grab the blanket and throw it over herself. She cleared her throat and held her breath, trying to steady it, although there was nothing to be done about the shade of her cheeks.

As the door opened wide, Satia took a look inside the room with the faintest smile on her face.

"Oh, good morning, Ms. Acheor. Would you mind if I picked the dishes?" She asked, her eyes wandering between her employer and the tray on the nightstand.

"N-Not at all, Satia. Just..." She stopped herself before she said too much "Yeah, do it, yy... Whatever," She finished, realising just how weird that sentence sounded. Well, she was way too busy trying to steady her breath and make sure her boner was not visible to form coherent sentences.

Her butler entered and gracefully picked up the dishes back onto the tray and stepped back.

"Is there anything else I could help you with, Miss?" she asked, in a neutral tone of voice, even though her inner self was giggling like a teen. It just felt so cute to interrupt Faylen. She did it almost whenever she heard her pleasure herself, through the doors.

Being raised in a giant mansion with personnel obliged to ignore anything unusual - her employer never really had to learn just how loud she was, and she was just so adorable, trying to cover herself and act as if nothing was happening.

Not like she couldn't just say 'Go away, I'm busy", either. It just never crossed the girl's mind in those situations.

The blonde took a deep breath and shook her head. "No, Satia, thank you." She managed to say.

"Just let me know if you need anything." Said her butler, closing the door.

Faylen froze for a good couple of seconds. Was she dreaming? Was she just this damn horny? Or perhaps everyone was always throwing sweet 'anythings' around, and she just never noticed?

And did Satia accentuate the word as much as she thought, she did? That couldn't be, right?

Confusion and frustration coursed through the girl's veins. She sank fingers of her left hand, as the right one was covered in precum, into her hair and covered half of her face, leaning forward.

"What the fuck is going on..?" - the question went unanswered... But her cock didn't want to do the same.

Not even sure of her own emotions, she grabbed the blanket, cleaned most of her hand with it, and tossed it on the ground, putting that same hand back on the most demanding part of her body, the other on her chest.

This time, her movements were erratic, her mind racing, and her thoughts falling apart. She just couldn't focus on anything, not even her own pleasure.

BZZZ BZZZ

Faylen's eyes darted towards the phone as she wondered, what would warrant two messages from Elysia. Her hand started to slow down - this just didn't feel right. Satia's interruption put her out of the mood and now, with the new notification, curiosity started to overcome her lust.

Finally, she turned around, letting go of pleasure and moved on her knees, to the device.

She unlocked the phone and immediately realised that she was just being naive - the last message was about a new video from a creator she followed. She just scrolled past it with the faintest sense of disappointment towards the first one. 'Aha!' - it was Elysia.

Good morning Faylen.

I hope I didn't keep you up too late last night. ;)

I could sleep in today, but I never really asked if you were good with it.

A light, teasing message--casual, playful. Faylen exhaled sharply, shaking her head. The caffeine was kicking in, sharpening her focus. Confidence stirred in her chest, or maybe it was just frustration. Either way, she was done with guessing games. She needed to know exactly what anything meant.

She scrolled up - reading previous messages. She might have been... Distracted yesterday. But she tried to get some clarification multiple times - to no avail. Elysia danced around them, avoiding any answer that would commit her to anything, instead providing playful responses which could have been interpreted in many ways. Of course, this was also the fault of Faylen being too shy to actually ask the real question... But that wasn't her fault, obviously.

As she read through, frustration began building up again. Absent-mindedly, her left hand slowly played with her nipple, then moved down, to her crotch.

The blonde didn't know how to feel. Elysia was effortlessly making her aroused, yet she was impossible to pin down, and it seemed just too perfect, not to be intentional. Her thoughts were running amock, imagining all the possible scenarios - perhaps the girl would become her dutiful assistant, spending half her day on her knees, beneath her desk?

Or maybe a toy to practice her bondage skills on - and then some other ones? Her head was spinning, assigning the unknown girl any random figure and face, she could think of.

Without even realising it, her fingers began tapping the answer. Her brain, riddled with confusion, an extreme dose of caffeine, frustration and just plain curiosity, also didn't intend to stop this idea - what's worse, it made it even harder to consider any social courtesies. She couldn't even try to flirt, she just wrote what she felt...

Arigth I ve had enuogh of thiss guesin game. Let be claer what ecactly are yuo offeirn?

She almost hit send. Almost. A deep breath, and she forced herself to slow down, retyping each word carefully.

Alright, I've had enough of this guessing game. Let's be clear--what exactly are you offering?

And--Sent. Faylen blinked as she re-read what she had just texted. Each time she did it, her conviction evaporated more and more. This was too much, wasn't it? Her arousal came and went in waves, as she struggled to figure out if she'd just shown confidence and dominance, or blown her shot and shown a lack of awareness.

She swallowed anxiously when the phone vibed with an incoming message.

Well, good morning to you, too. I was kinda wondering how long it would take you to ask me directly instead of those hints and guesses.

A minute went by. Five. Ten.

'Fuck me...' there was no way she could wait any longer.

And?

And what fun would it be if I just told you?

There was a brief moment where Faylen considered throwing her phone into a wall. Then another, when she thought about logging out of this cursed job listing site and never ever posting anything again, herself. 'After all, Satia would handle that.'

That thought didn't help. If anything, it only made her pulse spike harder, as she recalled their last interaction. She clenched her jaw, glaring at the screen. Determination, frustration--hell, maybe even desperation--twisted together into something she couldn't untangle.

I asked you directly. And you are still avoiding the answer!

Well, it's usually the employer who says what they need. I'd be only happy to provide whatever is needed. ;)

This response staggered the needy girl. Her cock moved slightly, getting a bit harder, then retreated, as if mimicking her confusion.

It's not like Elysia didn't have a point. But it was also she who made the first offer. And why was hiring someone so goddamn hard?!

And then the pieces snapped into place. It wasn't hard at all. She could hire the brat and then figure it out. She'll have fewer snappy remarks if Faylen were the one holding her paycheck, and consequently - all the power. She looked back at the screen and started typing - but the waitress was again just one step ahead.

We could always meet up and figure out the details, boss ;)

It's not like I bite, you know? And what hiring process would it be without a thorough interview..? O:)

The sigh that got let out inside the room was probably the biggest sigh ever sighed in the history of the sighs. And it was quickly followed by an annoyed growl. Ms. Acheor couldn't demand to meet in person now, could she? Her plan to appear confident by initiating a meeting - was completely foiled.

Slowly and extremely deliberately, with each tap almost breaking the screen of the device, she typed her response.

I think that would be a great plan. And I do not plan on a single round, so make sure you are well-prepared. Today, here, at 3 pm.

She added a pinned location of her favourite cafe in town, and then she hurled the phone at the bed, which bounced up and down, ironically landing back in front of her. But Faylen couldn't care anymore. She lifted herself and knelt, with her legs spread wide, on the bed, her hands finding just the spots to touch.

She was going to win this weird fight. Teach this brat a lesson. Make her answer questions when asked. And do well on her promise to do 'anything' - she will use her in ANY way she wants. She was fed up with all those meaningless 'anythings' anyway!

The hand on her cock picked up the pace. She didn't even realise the volume of her moans, as she hyped herself up.

'I know what the fuck I want!' She thought, clenching her teeth. 'And I will make sure to let you know exactly what I--'

Her thoughts were interrupted by vibration and the screen lighting up. Faylen smirked despite breathing heavily - she felt powerful. Elysia was likely shaken by her statement - thinking about what she got herself into. And there was no way she'd pay the girl if she didn't honour her first offer!

Her eyes just couldn't help but wander to the screen, as she pleasured herself faster and faster, her thighs trembling slightly, her chest heaving in quick succession.

That's great to hear. I believe at least three or four rounds of interviews are necessary for a successful relationship, after all - the employee also checks the employer ;)

And below, was attached a picture of a stunningly pretty woman. Her hair was painted pink, while her outfit - which there was not much of, as she posed in what could be best described as a tasteful lingerie - was raven black. The bra lifted her tits perfectly, squeezing them together. Her figure was slim, without a trace of a muscle, or fat. Despite the intrinsically sexual nature of it - the photo still gave off a lot of cute vibes - the pose, Elysia struck, standing on her tippy toes, with her knees towards each other and her arms bent upwards at the elbows, her face - with a wide smile, very soft features and extremely white skin...

Faylen stared, fingers twitching, breath caught somewhere in her throat. She hadn't even realized she'd stopped breathing. The image held her captive--pink hair, black lace, soft curves. Too soft, too perfect. Her mind short-circuited, a sharp pulse of heat surging through her.

Her body betrayed her, tension snapping as she doubled over with a ragged moan. The first spurt of release painted the bed before she could even react, pleasure rushing through her like a dam breaking--messy, overwhelming, and somehow, still unsatisfying. Her member jumped up and down and spasmed two more ejaculations.

Slowly, her arms fell down and her body followed, till she was on all fours, trying to steady her pounding heart. Alas - her arousal did not subsidize at all. It took the blonde a minute before she understood what happened.

She just ruined her own orgasm. Her cock was soft, and her body had no more cum to spare - but still craved fulfilment, all the same.

'Fucking great...'