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SERVANT TWO-THIRTY-SIX CHAPTER 7 (corrected)

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By Phil E. Hebe

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Chapter 7

The months seemed to fly by. I still could not get used to having Sharon live with me only one week out of four I was just keeping my head above water financially and still no sign of the Butler brothers coming back from their cruise. The first frost came so building would have been iffy anyway.

In desperation I applied for the position of maintenance worker at the Club. They accepted me with open arms and a slight hitch. They would pay for all my supplies, but only award me points for my actual labor. I figured it was better than nothing.

One of the first things they wanted me to do was repair leaking cracks in a tunnel that ran to another building a couple hundred feet due west of the hotel. The first time I saw the access door it never occurred to me that it was on an outside wall down in the servants' quarters. It was a simple enough repair, chiseled out the crack to make it wider and filled it with hydraulic cement.

I thought I finally found something that my drunken friend didn't know about, although he seemed to know everything going on at the Club. The next time I saw him in the lounge I sprung it on him. "Hey!" I was smug thinking I had him. "Do you know about the tunnel that runs between here and the building with the limo service down the block?"

I was wrong. "Sure, they put it in the same time they built this place. The servants' quarters originally was a speakeasy and the tunnel was the escape route if they were raided. Now it is used to service the VIP's"

"VIP's?" He had me there.

"You really don't think this place could exist without the backing of some very powerful people from the state capitol and in D.C. They got it down to a science. The limo picks up these people from the airport and whisks them into the building two doors down. The upper floors are nothing but suites. The VIP's call over here, let the Club know who they want and the servant is sent to them via the tunnel. With limos coming and going in and out of the garage all hours of the day and night who's to know if someone is behind those blacked out back windows?"

I had often wondered how a pedophile operation of that size could exist. It was starting to make a lot of sense.

The next time Sharon was home I asked her, "Have you ever gone to the other building down the block from the Club?"

"The VIP building? Yea, a couple of times."

"Why did you never mention it?"

"We were told to never to talk about it, not even to our wheremaster or mentor under pain of punishment."

"Did you meet anyone you know?"

"Daddy, you know the rule, I can't tell you who I had sex with."

I did get to work in some of the suites. Talk about fancy; four poster bed, satin sheets, gold faucets on the Jacuzzi tub in the bathrooms. Everything was top of the line.

While Sharon was home both Darlene and Ed stopped over wondering why Sharon was never home. Remembering that the best lie has truth in it, I told them Sharon was on special assignment helping the poor orphans at the institute learn about the American way of life and that she has been staying there and living with them to get to know them better. I guess it was believable because they swallowed the whole thing. Ed was hurting for business, but there was nothing I could do about that. So was I for that matter.

I took Megan out on a date to a movie. The last time I was out on a first date I had to be a pimply faced nervous teenager. The pimples were gone, but the same nervousness came over me. It was a so-so movie in spite of the good reviews and I felt it was going to end up a so-so evening. As we were exiting the theater I suggested a bite to eat.

"I'd rather go home," she replied. I had the feeling it was going to be a first and last date. At the wrought iron gate she handed me the key card, I swiped it in the machine and the gate yawed open. When I pulled up to the front of the house to let her off she said, "Why don't you come in for a nightcap?" That bolstered my ego. A cute little naked servant followed us into the great room. "Two rum and Cokes," Megan instructed without even asking my preference. We chatted about the movie and a couple minutes later the servant came back with two tall, iced drinks. We talked the usual small talk about the weather, sports; she was into tennis and dressage, and our do-nothing local government. We were finishing the second round of drinks and my head was starting to swim. They were quite strong drinks. "Let's go skinny dippin'," she said.

"Now?"

Megan got up, walked over and held out her hand to me. "Yes, right now."

The buzz in my head made the suggestion sound like a damn good idea. I took her hand and let her practically pull me into the enclosed swimming pool room. She kicked off her shoes, reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress and in one long sweep up her body she removed it. I was startled to see her naked, she wore no underwear. I, on the other hand, had shirt, pants, turtleneck, tee shirt and shorts to take off, not to mention shoes and socks. The servant came in with two more drinks on a tray. It was going to be one of those kinds of nights.

I got an erection just looking at Megan, she had not changed since the last time I saw her; she still had her ten-year-old body with a slender build and hardly any size difference between chest, waist and hips. She led me over to an air mattress. "Lay down," she said, and I did as I was told. She straddled me and slowly descended down with her pussy aimed at me cock.

"Wait," I said, "you can't possibly be ready."

"Oh yes I am. I have been thinking about it all night." She caught my cock in her hand, aimed it, and slid her body over it. My cock found itself in a well oiled vagina and it felt good.

"I suddenly had a thought and started to wilt. "Where is Sharon?" It was one thing for her to know I had sex with others and quite another for her to see it.

"Don't worry; she is in Chicago with Horus." It struck me just how much control I lost over Sharon, I didn't even know she was out of the state. I suppose Horus thought there was no need to let me know.

Megan reached behind her and scratched my scrotum making my cock stiffen again. I wondered how many times she used that trick in the past.

Sex and booze, it turned out to be a better night than I had thought.

It was several weeks later that Sharon was home for 'my week' as I began to think of it. She turned over her gratuities to me, an even thousand dollars. I gave her a hundred back and put the other nine hundred aside for the next time I went to the bank. Her balance was building fast and it was tempting to use it for my bills, but I knew that would be wrong.

"I hear you went to Chicago."

"That was exciting. We went on a private jet and stayed at a place called the Palmer House right in downtown Chicago. When he went to talk to people at Caterpillar Tractor I went shopping. Boy, that was fun.They have a huge Macy's that I could get lost in. I bought two fancy dresses and got to wear one of them when we went out to eat that evening.

"I hear you took Megan out." Sharon added.

"Just to a movie."

"She sure does like you."

"And you know this how?"

"Dad, I am his pet. I am usually lying curled around his feet or lying across his lap. I hear everything he talks about. The two of them talked about you when we got back from Chicago. Did you know you are the first date she had since she left the Club? Horus was all for it. He said it was about time. He thought you were an upright guy and just what Megan needed."

"Let me get this straight, Horus thought I was an upright guy?"

"Well, he didn't use those exact words. I know you may not believe this, but he likes you. I wish you would like him more. I feel caught in the middle sometimes. I know you don't believe it, but he is good to me and from what some of the other servants say about their mentors I am lucky to have him.

By Christmas I was dead broke, I didn't even decorate the house, there was no need. In the past I always decorated it for Sharon's sake, but she was working at the Club that week. As a Christmas present to all the members for the week between Christmas and New Year the Club did not charge points for the servants time, plus, because of the high demand, the rule about the lower echelon servants only being available once a day was relaxed and they were all available on an hourly basis. It was still expected that the members would leave a gratuity.

I picked up Sharon from the Club on the day after New Years .She had $5,000.00 in gratuities. I didn't even want to start calculating the number of members she had sex with. She told me all the members were extra generous in their gratuities. She did say it wasn't as bad as it sounds, the Club kept her vagina and anus well lubricated. As if that was any consolation to me. "You should have come to the Club; it was a riot on Christmas and New Years Eve. They had great big parties in the Arena. "Just like she didn't get into how many men she had sex with, I didn't tell her how lonely I was during the holidays.

Everything went to hell on the following Sunday. I told Horus there was no way I could make payment on his loan to me.

"You do realize the consequences of defaulting on the loan?" he asked.

"Please, I beg you; don't take Sharon away from me."

"Wayne, as much as I appreciate you dating Megan, business is business. I can't let you renege on the contract. I don't let anybody do that."

I was depressed over losing Sharon for the one week of the month that I had her. I didn't think things could get worse, but they did. A whole flock of bills came due between the fifteenth and twentieth of the month. I got a letter from the bank threatening foreclosure for the lack of payment for the previous two months. There were bills for the mortgage on my home, utility bills were due, and I didn't even have enough money to feed myself. As much as I hated doing it I used Sharon's money and it still wasn't enough.

For days I sat and tried to figure out some solution. There was only one possibility and I hated the thought of using it. I had no choice. I went back to Horus and asked for more money.

"Sorry, no can do. You have no more collateral." My stomach turned to acid, my head started spinning. I had no idea what to do except declare bankruptcy and lose everything. He must have seen me turn white. "Here is what I will do. I will pay the absolute minimum on your nut to all your creditors. For that you will become my servant. You will do odd jobs around my house and business."

I nearly fell on my knees. "Thank you, thank you."

"Wait, I am not finished. You will be treated just like all my other servants. When you're in the house you will be naked, plus you will take a sexual enhancing drug to insure your performance with Megan. You will not tell her, but you will serve her to the best of your ability. Do you still want the deal?"

"Can I have a few days to think it over?"

"No."

It didn't take long to realize I again had no choice.

First I had to visit Dr. Franklin to, as Horus said, put me into the proper frame of mind.

I moved in with a truck full of tools and that was about it. I was shown a cot in the servants' bedroom. There were six cots lined up along the walls. In the center of the room was a whipping table. I promised myself not to do anything to find myself stretched across it. I took off my clothes feeling completely exposed. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Clothing was optional in the house, little Eva was naked a lot and Horus liked to be naked at night when he was playing with one of the servants.

The repairs around the house and business were pretty routine, nothing I could not handle. Being Megan's sex servant was no problem either, what with the enhancement drug and being around five naked preteen servants, or maybe it was the hypnotist's suggestions that my cock was never completely relaxed. I didn't even need my fingers sucked to get a hard-on. Megan was particularly kind to me, not once did she bring up the fact that I was there as her servant. She had a very sensitive clitoris which made it easy for me to bring her to climax which happened almost every night. Sometimes when she wasn't in the mood I slept down in the servant's bedroom and always had the company of one of the servants. They thought it was great to have a grown and horny man among them. From what I could gather, Horus never had sex with any of them except Sharon.

The only time I saw Sharon was when she was leashed to Horus, either crawling on the floor next to him on hands and knees or lying at his feet. What really hurt was when he gave me instructions as to what needed to be done and at the same time he was diddling Sharon as she lay across his lap. At first I thought he was being particularly cruel to me, but then I began to wonder if he even realized how much it hurt me to watch him fingering my daughter's pussy.

I spent two months being Horus's servant, and then, the gods smiled down upon me and I sold one of the tract houses. I paid Horus back in full, I got up to date on all my other bills and put the money back into Sharon's account at the bank. I was ecstatic at my good fortune. I had to admit, though, I missed having sex with Megan.

For the first time in months Sharon came home to me from the Club. I have come to find out that the taste of licorice varies from pussy to pussy and Sharon's was the sweetest of them all. She had news for me too. She had been promoted to Plebeian at the Club, which meant a step up in the gratuities she would be receiving. We spent the week fucking and loving, no better words describe what we did. It was a long awaited reunion and we could not be happier. The only sad part was one week was much too short for us. Neither one of us said a word as I drove her back to the Reed's mansion.

We were greeted, as usual, by one of the naked servants. "Mr. Reed would like a word with you," she said to me. My first thought was, "Uh, oh, now what?"

I met him in the great room. "Good news," he said, "How soon can you start on the addition?"

"Just as soon as the county approves a building permit."

"That should be no problem. If they give you any lip, have them call me." We agreed on a down payment. I loved all those zeros after the two on his check. On the way out he patted me on the back and said, "Do me a favor, give Megan a call. I think she would like that."

I did just as he asked and it sounded like she was glad to hear from me. I asked if she would like supper at Sam Kelly's, our most popular restaurant in town, and go to the BallRoom for dancing afterward. She said she would love to, so we agreed on the following Saturday night. When I picked her up she was wearing a beautiful gown. On the way there she told me how difficult it was to buy grown-up clothes while she has the body of a ten-year-old. After dinner and dancing I took her back to my place. I didn't want to run into Sharon at the Reed's. It just didn't feel right to me.

I had to admit I surprised myself by getting it up again after having so much sex with Sharon, but I did and took Megan to bed. I judged her pussy to be a close second in sweetness to Sharon's.

The next morning we talked, or rather, she did. "I want to explain about my maniac brother. He is my big brother and, as you know, several years older than me. He's taken it upon himself to try and run my life thinking little sis needs his help. Several days before you came over about the loan I had mentioned to Horus that I enjoyed our date. Now you should know that he had been after me for some time to get interested in men again. I have resisted him at every turn. You walked in with your tale of woe and he saw this opportunity. He knows men get excited over seeing naked women and, in his convoluted way of thinking, assumed the opposite is true, hence if I saw you naked I would get excited for you. That's why he insisted you be naked in the house. Actually, as crude as it sounded, it worked. I am truly sorry if you were embarrassed by the whole situation. I just wanted you to know he did it for my benefit. He is used to using people and you just happen to be convenient at the time."

"You want to hear something just as convoluted? I loved having sex with you, but hated being naked. I cussed him up one side and down the other when no one could hear. I longed for the day when I could be out of there, yet when I got home I missed it all. How crazy is that?"

"There is more. I think you should sit down," Megan said. I took a seat on the sofa and she sat down next to me. "Before things get serious between us I think there are things you should know. The Club makes sex addictive for the servants. Just as habit forming as heron or meth and once hooked it is just as hard to go straight. They like to brag about servants going on to college, but the sad truth is for every ex-servant that gets a degree ten others become prostitutes. For the final five years of my stay at the Club I was a Courtesan. I serviced the member's sexual needs five times a day seven days a week and the truth was, I loved it. I was flying high all the time. Now imagine being released from the Club and getting none. I turned to alcohol and stayed drunk through most of the day. My brother came to my rescue. He made me his pet, just like your daughter, and just like your daughter he kept me naked and on a leash. He satisfied my sexual needs by playing with me and having intercourse with me. He let his friends use me for their sexual pleasure...and mine, yes and mine. I am much better now, but when I see a man's cock I admire it and think about how nice it would be to have it in my body. I imagine what his semen would taste like. I have had sex with more men than I can count, can you live with that? And when you see your daughter on the leash remember it is her desires as well as his that he is satisfying so don't be hard on him. Don't be hard on your daughter either; she needs what he is doing to her. Did you have a dog when you were young?"

"Yes, a curbstone setter that someone gave my father."

"Do you remember how you played with it and petted it? How you fed it and brushed it. Think how devoted that dog became to you. How it wagged its tail and jumped on you when you came home. You see your daughter and I felt no different with Horus than the dog felt about you. We became devoted to him just like your dog became devoted to you. I know it sounds crazy, but that is the truth.

I lay in bed that night thinking about what Megan said. I have been quick to misjudge Horus and blame him for a lot that was my own doing. No matter how I justified it, I was the one that got Sharon involved in the Club as a sex servant. I knew how roughly they would train her to break her to their ways. Greed, it was all because of my greed. I wasn't sure what I should do, or if what had been done could be undone. I took a sleeping pill to finally make me stop thinking and induce sleep.

Weeks later when Sharon was back home Megan's talk came back to me. "Do you really like being Horus's pet?"

"I told you once before why I do. That is a big house and Mr. Reed expects it to be kept spotless. Those servants have to work very hard to keep it that way. I, on the other hand, lay around all day. When he is out I am home from school I am usually chained up in the back yard. When he is home I am with him. I sleep with him. He has more sex with me then the other five servants combined. I love the attention. I love being petted and cared for. I love the orgasms he gives me. So I have to walk on all fours and a lot of times I am bored silly, so what.

"He chains you in the back yard?" Maybe I wasn't so quick to judge him.

"It's okay; if it rains I go in the dog house."

"A dog house? You're okay with this?" This was getting worse by the minute.

"Daddy, the dog house is heated and air conditioned. It has a mini-fridge for my pop and a bowl of snacks for me. It is quite classy, actually."

I crammed as much love and sex as possible into the week that she was with me. That same week the plans were approved for the Reed addition so while she was in school I was ordering the material and supplies. I took Sharon out to the mansion on Sunday. The maid immediately took Sharon upstairs. Another maid told me Mr. Reed wished to speak to me. He was in his home office. He wanted an update on my progress on the addition so we sat on the sofa and talked. As I was telling him where I was with the orders the maid brought Sharon in. She was already in character, naked, on a leash, and crawling across the floor on all fours. She was led up to him and the maid handed the leash to Horus. Sharon laid her head on his lap. "I missed you," he said, as he ruffled her hair. "I missed you too," she responded. No matter what she and Megan said about being happy being a pet, I still cringed at the sight of her being treated like a dog.

I finished updating Horus, stooped and gave Sharon a kiss on her head and said: "See you in three weeks."

"Bye-bye daddy."

As I was driving home I said to myself, "Okay Wayne, you created the mess that Sharon is in, now how are you going to extricate her without losing everything?"

 

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