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Subject: {ASSM} The Penthouse Harem (Part 1)By Taoman
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The Penthouse Harem (PART 1) by Taoman ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE
The Penthouse Harem copyright Taoman. The right of Taoman to be
identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with
Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988
AUTHER'S NOTE: You panting guys with root in hand need to just jump
ahead to Chapter 2, because this one starts slow. This story is rooted in
a familiar adolescent dream. The theme is our hero in a world with the
ability to have unlimited sex with a group of willing beautiful girls.
Consider how a 15-year-old might fantasize having "Hef's" private key to an
old Playboy Club. But as I have become more maturely discriminating I find
the power exchange and conflict that would occur with a single virile male
and half a dozen nubile females in a closed environment intriguing. It has
seemed this topic could be plumbed at several levels. The delicious erotic
potential for a good stroke book with the additional bonus of some
character development. I find that the motivations of characters and
situation are like adding the hot spices to an erotic scenario. As long as
there is not too much ink between the good stuff. Imagine having to wade
through WAR AND PEACE for one good fuck scene. As this story develops it
might expand or go in some new directions as the characters develop and
become more real to me. Hopefully this story growth will be of interest
and I will not have to back up and revise the plot to maintain continuity.
As always I appreciate constructive criticism, proofreading and all
feedback. Thomhobs@hotmail.com 07/22/2000
Chapter One
I had never been to New York City before. I was suffering some culture
shock. I was very aware I was a long way from my home in Silicon Valley. I
rechecked the address of the building where the cabby had just dropped me.
The ornate sign proclaimed a well known four star motel but the building
was a skyscraper.
The inside lobby was as busily hectic as the outside Manhattan
thoroughfare. I was bumped and ignored by the highly dressed rushing mass
of metropolitan populace. I was rather innocuous in my very causal tee
shirt, blue jeans and Nikes. A tall slender mid-twenty something topped
with a shaggy mop of hair.
The very proper concierge at the front desk peered over his glasses at
me and then with a practiced disdain reviewed the documentation I had
handed him. His demeanor abruptly changed as he read. He again peered up
at me several times as his eyes went down the page.
I knew what the letter said. I was to get the red carpet and access to
the fabled Penthouse.
Over the past two years I had been leader of a highly secret software
development team. Looking back over the past months it seemed I had lived
and breathed that project even in my sleeping hours. But, now the new
software had been very successfully released. I had read in a newsmagazine
on the flight that my newly hatched baby was revolutionizing the world and
making my company incredibly rich.
Last week I had been summoned to the enclave of the world's richest man,
Mr. Bates. There had been much handshaking, picture taking and
congratulatory speech making. Afterwards he took me to his inner office
offered me a cigar and we talked. I should say he talked. He told me I
had fine work for the company. I was due a special reward and some
extended time off. He handed me a sealed envelope with my name engraved in
gold. He patted me on the back and smiled broadly. "Enjoy yourself young
man!"
I had been awarded a stay at The Penthouse. I of course had heard "The
Penthouse" urban legend but had just thought it as another story. I had
never talked to any one who had been there. It was always someone who knew
someone who knew someone else. I had considered the existence of such a
place as very far removed from the politically correct West Coast world I
lived in. A harem where all a man's wants and needs would be completely
satisfied by a bevy of beautiful slave like nymphs.
But here I was watching this suddenly very attentive concierge punching
my in my data.
"We have been expecting you Mr. {}." He exclaimed suddenly smiling. He
signaled an attendant who came over and picked up my entire luggage, which
consisted of a simple carry on bag. Then with a flourish the concierge
handed me a gold engraved magnetic card. It said "The Penthouse" with a
floral script, MASTER and my name. Then the words "to be granted full
access to all rights and privileges."
As I pondered the card the concierge said confidently " I have never
seen one of those before my young friend. I imagine you are due quite a
visit" Then he smiled.
I followed the attendant and we rode the elevator to the top floor.
Then walked down the hall to some discrete solid doors, which he unlocked
and opened to reveal another set of elevator doors.
"Your key should fit that Sir, I cannot go beyond here." He said.
The insertion of the card caused the doors to slide open with a hiss.
As the door closed I had a quick image of his face which had gone to from a
stiff-lip proper expression to an almost wishful leer.
There was an upward movement, then a slight jar and the door opened into
a plush formal reception room. A very pretty but very business like woman
sat a small desk. She looked up from her PC screen. She smiled and said,
"Welcome to The Penthouse". I am Ms. Field."
I sat in a chair across the desk from her. She had taken my gold card,
stared at it, frowned slightly and then looked questioningly back at me.
She scanned it and read the results. I heard her whistle.
"Excuse me, Mr. {} she said reaching for her phone.
I took this time to examine her. Her brunette hair was done up, but
with some curly bangs framing her pretty face. She was dressed in a gray
tailored ladies suit. The jacket was buttoned, but cut so a melon sized
thrust of breast was evident. She had on a white lacy silk blouse under
the jacket. I wondered what the other half under the desk looked like.
She punched a few digits on the phone. Then she cupped her hand and
whispered urgently in the mouthpiece. I could not make out the
conversation but I heard "tell her NOW.. Look at the printout.. Now.. I
know.I know.but it says.OK" she hung up and smiled back at me.
"We have not had any male guests since before Mr. Bates marriage last
year. Your arrival has caught us unprepared I am afraid."
I leaned forward and with a finger spun the monitor around so I could
read it. She had made a slight alarmed jump and I thought she was going to
grab the screen and prevent me from seeing it. Instead she crossed her
arms, sat back and watched me.
"Just curious" I smiled.
The screen had my name and a recent picture and some other personal
data. Below that it read MASTER STATUS All personal will ensure every
pleasure and desire of guest is fulfilled. Guest will be granted complete
control and full access to all amenities during stay. The page continued
below the screen.
I stood and walked behind the desk. Standing behind the receptionist I
reached over her shoulder and pressed her keyboard. She had a light clean
scent. I looked down at her lap to notice a modest length but tight skirt
on a pair of lusciously trim thighs.
I rested my hand lightly on her shoulder. Reached out and touched the
words on the screen.
"What exactly does that mean" I said and tapped the glass.
She had stiffened at my touch but stared at the screen.
"It means you have full access," she said quietly.
I brought my hand back and lay it lightly on top her large right breast.
She sat rigidly and stared at the screen.
I lowered my face so my mouth was inches in her ear and breathed. "Does
that mean full access with EVERYTHING here"
I squeezed her breast for emphasis. She had on a full bra.
She had her clenched hands on the desk. I noticed she was holding her
breath.
"Yes' she said and slowly let her breath out. I could feel her heart
beating.
` "So if I wanted for us to have our little interview over at that sofa
with you naked on your knees and sucking my cock then that is the way it
should be.right?"
She was very quiet and a moment passed "Yes, however you want" Her voice
quivered.
I squeezed that warm silky handful once more and stood upright behind
her. I walked over to the sofa and sat down, leaned back and crossed my
legs.
"That is exactly what I want. But, get me something to drink first.
You have any scotch? I like it neat.
She stared at me from behind the safety of her desk.
"Now" I said firmly.
She blinked and rose from her chair and quickly walked to a cabinet by
the wall. She was built as they say the proverbial "shit house" A trim but
vopolutous package with all the right features in just the right amounts.
She had on high heels and her backside movement was poetry in motion.
I watched her as she prepared a drink and holding a little bar napkin
she then hurried over to me.
I sipped the drink and watched as she stood before me painfully unsure
what do next. She was blushing under my stare.
"I heard the girls that live here are picked for their beauty and their
submissive qualities". I said,
"Do you always do as you are told?"
She would not meet my stare. But she shook her head affirmative. She
looked younger than I had thought.
"What is your first name MS Field "I asked.
She looked up and smiled shyly. "Debra" she answered.
" Well I shall call you Debbie" I said "And when you are around me you
shall be naked, except for those heels". Adding. "I like those."
She looked at the floor.
I stretched my arms out and relaxed. "Now do a strip for me" I said,
"If you do it right you will not have to suck my dick so long to make me
cum in your mouth"
(To be continued)
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