Thread: Something for Nothing: The Price of Rent-free living (Letrixia x Blackthorne)

Angus AJ Graeme , lived in a very private and undeniably quite luxurious mansion in the Kent neighborhood of Northwest DC. Due to the nature of his work as a key contractor in a highly sensitive surveillance project for the Government, he rarely left the grounds, the walls serving as much to keep him in as to keep prying eyes out. And even when he did, it was always with a security detail, on some preapproved trip . Consequently, Angus often had the need for companionship, and not all of his needs could be met by professionals, so to speak. And so, he was active on craiglist. mostly in long series of no strings attached hookups that similarly failed to satisfy his need. While he was unlikely to find a true relationship this way, he needed more than just a nameless willing slut to come in, bend over and take her spankings and then spread her legs oand go home every so often. He needed someone as available as a girl in a relationship, just without any of the baggage or hassle. He didn't want to hear about her sister, or her mother's cat, or her friends's cat's wart that was shaped like one of the Kardashians. He didn't give a shyte what she did for a living, or want to hear about her kids or ex husband. He hated to be so blunt, but the parameters of his job essentially constrained the available parameters of his relationships. And at this point in the project , supportive boyfriend was simply not something he could manage. He was far too close to a breakthrough, and the access he had was unprecedented but not perpetual. It had a shelf life, but didn't come with a handy tag to tell him exactly what that was. The time was running short, and the stakes were higher than he could ever explain , especially without breaking the extensive Non-disclosure agreement he was under. But if he couldn't give love , compassion and support, he could give other things that some women would value. For example, he could offer a home to a needy young woman. After all, he had 8 bedrooms and 10 bathrooms, and that was before you counted the secret rooms under the basement. Given the access he had, he could find some things about the woman out before he had her over. This way he would know what she looked like at the very least, and perhaps a few of the things she liked and hated, as long as she, or some of her friends, were on social media. He had had a few takers so far, but the first several had had a hard time adjusting to his requirements. The last one had cried so much, complained she wanted out, Angus had had no choice but to tell his security team to handle her however they had handled some of the earlier women. He didn't know what had happened, but he had been assured he need not worry about them contacting him in the future. Hopefully they meant a strongly worded letter from the FBI, but he was also under no illusions. The security in charge of his project would ship their own parents off to Leavenworth if need be. But he liked the looks of this next girl, Chloe Williams. He had changed the ad and reworded it entirely , and Chloe had seemed excited at the chance. He endeavored to work a bit harder this time, hopefully this could be mutually beneficial , but still, he needed what he needed. Perhaps he would stick with it a bit longer this time. She was, after all, physically, exactly what he was looking for. And so, he sat in the leather easy chair in his parlor, waiting for her to be shown in from the front gate by one of guards in the black polo shirts.