Chapter 4.
Brian stepped into the vast dining room, the space silent and empty save for the long, polished table.
He walked to the head of it, a sense of quiet authority settling over him, and found his place already set.
In front of him lay the daily newspaper, its headline blaring his name, and a sleek tablet.
The weight of his new reality, a mix of power and public scrutiny, was a heavy presence.
The doors opened, and in walked Holly and Constance, their movements as graceful and synchronized as a pair of dancers. They both smiled, their faces radiant, and came to him, each giving him a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek before sitting down on the chairs on either side of him.
"Good morning, Boss," Constance said, her voice a low, melodic purr. He smiled, a genuine, joyful expression. Just their presence was enough to make him feel at ease.
"Anita said to let you know she will be back in twenty-six days," Constance continued, her tone all business. "She had a much-needed vacation ahead of her and then a business meeting in Shanghai before she returns." He nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the woman who had changed his life forever.
"There are four applicants here for the driver position," Holly said, her voice a calm, professional counterpoint.
"And as we talked about in the elevator yesterday, I have made sure they are all female.
" Constance added. He nodded again, a silent understanding passing between them.
They were already anticipating his desires, his needs, his unspoken thoughts.
"Anita also asked if you could meet the chef who cooked the dinner last night and interview her for the permanent position," Holly added, her voice a touch softer.
"She did, however, want me to inform you that she is married and will not be fucking you.
" Brian smirked but nodded. The thought was a little disappointing, but he respected the boundary.
It was a new world, a world of open desire, but it still had its own unspoken rules.
The doors opened again, and in came the three maids, their French maid uniforms a tantalizing, almost ridiculous, display of perfection.
Their tits, firm and round, were perfectly framed by the lace and ribbon of their uniforms, a silent, arousing invitation.
The brunet came to him with a tray, her eyes sparkling.
On the tray was a cup of coffee, its dark, rich aroma filling the air, and a plate with fresh-baked bread, a thick slab of cream cheese, and ham.
On the side, a few slices of crispy bacon and half a grapefruit, its bright red flesh a stark contrast to the rest of the meal.
Brian looked at the plate, a wave of emotion washing over him.
It was what he normally ate on weekends, a simple, comforting meal, but this was so much more.
This was perfect. The bread was warm, the ham was thinly sliced and salty, and the grapefruit was a vibrant, delicious explosion of citrus.
He looked at the maid, at her beautiful, kind eyes, and smiled.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with gratitude.
She smiled back, a soft, genuine expression. "You are welcome, Boss." She bowed her head, a gesture of respect, and walked away, the two other maids having already put their trays before Holly and Constance.
"Of course, you can fuck the maids," Constance said with a smirk, her voice a low, husky purr. He looked at her, and she took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes, those emerald fireballs, never leaving his. "Trust me," she added, a knowing gleam in her gaze, "they want to."
He picked up his coffee and took a sip, the dark, rich liquid a comforting warmth in his hand. He was in a new world, a world where everything was available, and he was the one in charge.
"There is also the matter of the tower," Holly said, her voice turning to business.
"While this tower is a hundred floors, the top two are yours…
your residence. The next five floors are empty right now.
Floors ninety to ninety-three are the residence for the staff here in the tower…
your maids, your chef, your driver, your security, your aides, well, all of them. Constance and I included."
Brian took a deep, shaky breath. "How big are these floors?" he asked, his voice a low, awestruck murmur.
Holly smiled, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on her face.
"Each floor is twenty-three thousand square feet.
Your residence is a little over forty-five thousand, Boss.
" He shook his head in disbelief. His old apartment had been under eight hundred square feet.
His new bedroom was twice the size of his old apartment. The thought was staggering.
"If you desire, Boss, there are five floors right now not being used," Constance said, her voice a soft, sensual whisper. "We can extend your residence to those floors."
He smirked, a new, confident expression spreading across his face.
He thought of all the women, of all the pleasure he had just experienced, and a new idea, a new desire, took hold of him.
"Yes," he said. "The ninety-eighth floor.
Make it into big bedrooms, or apartments, for the girls that are closest to me. You both included."
Constance looked at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a deep, profound satisfaction. "Boss?" she asked, her voice a soft, questioning sound.
"I want to have you close always," he said, his voice a firm, undeniable command. "And if I am, as you say, going to be fucking these girls, well, those I do... they need to be close, too."
Both Holly and Constance smiled, a genuine, heart-felt expression that made Brian’s heart swell with pride. He had not just signed a contract; he had created a family, a small kingdom of his own, and he was their king.
"I will have the architect come this afternoon," Holly said, her fingers already flying across her tablet.
"Now, the applicants," Constance said, her voice returning to its normal, confident tone. Brian nodded, a new man ready to take on a new world.
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The door to Brian’s office was closed, a thick, heavy portal that separated him from the world.
He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, the polished wood gleaming under the soft light of the room.
He was surrounded by stacks of folders, each one a life, a story, an application.
The top one was open, a photograph of the first driver he was going to interview.
A soft knock sounded on the door, a polite, quiet sound that was at odds with the sheer power of the room.
"Come," he called out, his voice now a low, confident rumble.
The door opened, and in stepped Constance, her presence a familiar, calming force.
Behind her was a young woman, no more than twenty, with a cascade of dark brown, curly hair and a pair of gray, impossibly alluring eyes.
"Miss Daphny Nell," Constance announced, her voice a calm, professional introduction.
Brian stood and, as if he had been doing it his whole life, walked around the desk and shook her hand.
"Good morning, Miss Nell," he said, his voice a soft, welcoming greeting.
She smiled, and her hand was soft and warm in his.
"Good morning, Mr. Thomson," she said, her voice a little shaky, a little nervous.
He gestured to the chair in front of the desk, and she sat down.
He then returned to his own chair, a comfortable, leather-backed throne, and picked up her file.
"According to this, I see you just completed college," he said, his eyes scanning the page.
She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Thomson. I studied Fine Arts and Music. "
He looked at her, a genuine curiosity in his eyes.
"Why apply to be a driver?" he asked. She smirked, a flash of self-deprecating humor in her expression.
"Fine Arts and Music, while that is a nice education to have, it is hard to actually enter that business.
It is very competitive." Brian nodded. He understood that.
He had seen firsthand how difficult it was to make a living in a world that valued money over art.
"I also love driving," she said. "I used most of my free time while I was in school driving for different delivery companies, making ends meet. "
"Here in LA?" he asked. She nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Where is home?" he asked, a question that was both personal and professional. He wanted to know about her, about her roots, about the kind of person she was. "Mom and Dad live in South Carolina. I moved here for school."
"No plans to move home?" he asked. She shook her head. "I like the sun here. And while there is a lot of rudeness in this town, there is also a lot of good people." Brian smiled and nodded. He understood that, too. He had found a lot of good people in this town, too.
"Do you know what the position requires?
" he asked, his voice now turning to the business at hand.
She smiled and nodded, her eyes meeting his.
"Yes, sir. I will need to be available to drive you at all times of the day.
If you need a ride at two a.m. in the morning, I have to be ready.
" She looked at him directly in the eyes, her voice now a little more unsure.
"If you feel like riding me at three a.m. in the morning, I will be ready for that, too. "
Brian looked at her, at the raw, vulnerable courage in her eyes.
He had to be fair, had to be honest with her.
"You have restrictions about that last part," he said, his voice soft, a gentle question.
She nodded. "Sir," she whispered, her voice a little strained, a little sad.
"I am a virgin. My mother is strict. No sex before marriage. "