Perverts 'R' Us
Storage Unit
By Danyealle ( M/F, plot, nosex )
Saturday morning he got up around 10:00 A.M., per usual. He eased himself out of bed, being careful not to wake her and went down to his study to do some work he had brought home with him.
Around noon she finally dragged herself out of bed and wandered downstairs. She found him in his study, diligently pouring over paperwork. She walked in and planted herself on his lap, curling up next to his chest.
Tossing his pen on the desk, he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her closely, kissing the top of her head and stroking her golden blonde, silken locks softly. "Good morning Toy, or afternoon, as the case may be."
She giggled and looked up at him, "Good morning, Mookie."
"What do you say you take me to your storage units today and let me see what other neat treasures you have there, hmm?" His curiosity about just what else she could have stored there was aroused and he thought today might be a good time to do that.
Looking up at him, giggling, eyes twinkling, she said, "Which one?"
He arched an eyebrow, "Just how may do you have, Toy?"
Giggling more she shrugged, "Ten that I know where they are for sure. I know I have more, but I would have to ask my accountant for the addresses of them."
Looking down at her, one eyebrow arched, he asked, "Just how much stuff do you have, Toy?"
Rolling her eyes, she grinned bigger, "Tons of it. I'm a bit of a packrat, I never throw anything out. When I get bored with it or don't use it anymore I store it instead of selling it or throwing out."
Shaking his head, he looked at her, "OK, let's do it this way… today we'll go to the ones you remember, starting with the one where the cars are stored. Then we'll get the addresses for the others and go to them next weekend. Does that sound OK to you?"
She gave a bored shrug, "Fine with me."
He patted her on the ass softly, "OK Toy, go get dressed so we can get going."
Giggling, she quickly kissed him on the nose and dashed upstairs to get dressed.
About 20 minutes from his house was the first one. It was the biggest she could get. Inside were at least 20 cars and just as many motorcycles. As he pulled the canvas covers off each one he was stunned into silence. They were all very old and very rare, all in mint condition. The bikes were all limited editions and didn't appear to have ever been ridden. Turning to face her, a stunned look on his face, he asked, "Are these ALL yours?"
Shrugging, she said, "Yeah, all mine."
He walked around, examining them closely, "They are magnificent!"
She leaned nonchalantly against a wall and watched him, "If you want them, you can have 'em."
Stopping dead in his tracks, he turned and looked at her, an astonished look on his face, "Don't you want them? You're sure?"
She shook her head, "No, that's why they're here." She gestured around the unit at everything. "That is why it's all here."
Looking at her quizzically, he shrugged then walked over to an armoire and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a magnificent diamond and ruby necklace that was obviously worth a small fortune. She walked over and stood next to him, looking at it, "Ahh, that was given to me by Louis XIV." She turned it over in his hand and showed him the jeweler's mark and date on the back of it.
He looked down at it, eyes wide, it looked brand new, and not the hundreds of years old that it was. He put it back then looked through the rest of it. It was full to overflowing with jewelry of all kinds. He then started going through some of the boxes stacked hither thither all over. They were crammed full of clothes, toys, and bric-a-brac. There were paintings by old masters stacked in a corner, just covered with drop cloths. He looked at her, stunned, "Do you know what all this is worth?"
Shrugging, she shook her head, "Don't know and I really don't care."
He looked down at her, mouth agape. From just the stuff he had seen he knew it was worth a fortune. To him, earning money was a game and he valued expensive things. He couldn't believe she didn't care about these expensive things or know their value. Walking over, he stood in front of her, looking down into her face, eyes wide with astonishment, "Are you telling me you don't want any of this stuff?"
She pulled out the necklace he had looked at earlier and handed it to him, "Do you know why that was given to me?"
He glanced down at it then looked back at her, "No, why?"
She looked him dead in the eyes, "It was payment for services rendered. All this stuff, "she said, her arms sweeping the room, "was my payment when I was a whore. Would you like it around to remind you of what you had to do to earn it?"
He tossed the necklace back in the drawer and put his arm around her shoulders, "No I wouldn't. Smiling down at her, he said, "OK Toy, let's go to the others and have a look about, shall we?" Holding her closely to him, he led her back to his car.
By the time they reached the last one he was in a state of shock at all the valuables she had just laying around, gathering dust. But this unit was different. First, as they walked in he noticed it was climate controlled. Everything was organized and marked as to what it was. He noticed she had almost 200 fur coats, a large number of them wolf skin. Most of them were so old you could no longer get them, such as tiger or lion skin. He looked carefully through each of the boxes. There were no jewels or expensive items here, just boxes of what appeared to be worthless junk. Standing up straight, he brushed the dust off his clothes and looked at her, "Do you want any of this stuff?"
She nodded, "All of it. This is where I keep the stuff worth something to me."
He frowned, looking at her bewildered, "But Toy, other than the furs, it's all nothing but junk."
Shaking her head, she looked at him, "To you it might be junk but to me it means something. She grabbed a scalpel out of a box he had opened put it in his hand, "Do you know what this is?"
Shrugging, he looked at her, "An old surgeon's scalpel is all, nothing special."
"No, it isn't. This is what Jack the Ripper used on all those whores in London. I took it from him after I killed him." She grabbed a nine foot bullwhip that was monogrammed. It was old and had appeared to have gotten a lot of use. "That is the Marquis DeSades. The blood on it is mine." She grabbed an ancient sword and pulled it out of its sheath. "This was my brother's and before him, my father's, before him, my grandfather's and so on. I took it from him after I killed him when he decided to rape me before he took me home."
She then pulled the cloth off a painting that stood up in the corner. It was of her, but centuries old. "Leonardo DeVinci painted that." Looking up at him again, she said, "to you this all may be junk but to me it has a great deal of memories attached to the objects and is priceless."
Stunned, he looked at her and nodded, not believing his ears, "OK Toy, I understand now." He put the scalpel back and walked over to the coats. "Why do you have so many wolf skins? Are they a better fur or something?"
She giggled and grinned from ear to ear, "Each of those coats have a name. They are made from the pelts of werewolves I killed."
He turned back and looked at her, eye brows raised, grinning, "Oh really now?"
She chuckled, "Really. If I had to destroy one I kept the pelt."
He walked back over to her and put an arm around her waist then kissed her on top of the head, "Let's go home, Toy."
He was mostly quiet on the drive back to the house, thinking things over. But after a while he asked her, "Are all those things figured into your net value?"
She yawned and shrugged, "Haven't a clue, never thought about it."
He looked over at her, "Would you mind if I go through your records and see if they are?"
"Knock yourself out, Darious." she said, grinning a bit, knowing how shoddy of a records keeper she was.
When they got home he shut himself up in his study with the boxes of her records and started trying to make sense of them. It proved to be a monumental task, her records where just tossed into the boxes in no order with other things not related. It took him the better part of two days to get them organized and for him to realize he had to talk to her accountant to get everything figured out and see the whole picture of what she did and didn't have.
She signed the paper for him to talk to her accountant with a yawn and he started on the task of trying to sort through her records and net value.
It took him several months of late nights and weekends to get it all sorted through and to make some kind of sense of things. He found out she was worth about as much as him and that she owned a great deal of real estate all over the country, most of which she didn't know she had nor had ever seen. Nothing she had in storage was figured into her net worth.
After sitting down with her and her accountant, whom he was so impressed with that he hired for his company, they got Dani to streamline and organize her investments. She would sell off most of the properties she had other than a couple of them and it was decided that she would sell off all the things she had in storage except for the one unit and a few of the cars she wanted to keep and a couple he wanted to keep. This was when he learned that she actually owned a huge company called D2K, which ran a successful chain of clubs all over the country. A company she founded and organized, but no longer ran once she was bored with it.
Since she really didn't take an active interest in her investments and wouldn't know what to put money in she turned everything over to invest for her, an unmistakable show of confidence in him. He didn't OWN her stuff but just now managed it for her. He had the one storage unit of things he wanted to keep moved to his house and stored there. As a gift to her he took all the wolf skin coats and had them turned into a blanket that they now slept under each night. The picture of her hung in his study, where he could admire it every day, rather than have it just shut up where no one could see it.
One night after it was all said and done, he came home to a brightly-wrapped box sitting on his chair. He looked at her, eyebrow arched, "What is this, Toy?"
She was sprawled out on the sofa, watching a TV show. She looked up at him and grinned, "A present for you is all, for all the work you did."
Smiling at her, he reached out and stroked her head, "Well, thank you, Toy. But you needn't have done anything." He sat down and unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a variety of old whips and the like. He looked over at her, puzzled. "Toy, as you well know, I have all of these implements already."
She sat up and pulled one out of the box, looking at him, winking, "Not like these you don't." Turning it around so he could see the monogram on the handle she said, "They all belonged to the Marquis DeSade himself. I thought that you might appreciate them for what they were better than anyone else."
Grinning from ear to ear, he winked at her, "You are very right Toy. I do. What say I try them out on you after supper?"
She giggled and purred loudly, "Sounds good to me."