Thread: Maid or Slave? (Viktoff&DangerousDanielle)

The flyer was nothing much more than a cheap printed paper that could have been printed at any local library. Nothing much more than a requirement sheet, the list was fairly demanding when it came to gender, height, shape, hair, etc. But for a posting looking to employ a live in maid, the only thing listed about the job was an hourly rate, the 'Upon arrival' start date and an address. No mention of any experience requirements, or courses completed or even education levels. It was pretty much an open letter to have an at least somewhat attractive woman swing by an address to do... Things? Provided 'live in maid' was on the flyer, one would assume the responsibilities would include cleaning. Yet, none were listed or soecified. How bizarre. Given that it wasn't exactly against the law to post up a paper in public domain, and it wasn't breaking any rules to hire who you want to in a private business sense, the attention of the authorities was rightly delegated elsewhere. The adress would lead to what would seem to be an apartment building. It was tall, right in the middle of the city, and each room sort of appeared to be similar to apartments when one could catch a peek into them on the upper floors. The old apartment building was purchased by a small private business with unknown assets. The name of that business wasn't public, and those who worked for that business must be few in number as almost any search into it draws a complete blank. All that is known is that lights come on in various rooms, here and there. A handsome man with blond hair, black clothes and a lean tall body type answers the door, but often shuts it without a word. And the plumbing and wiring and carpentry tasks along with it's wifi are all regularly updated and kept running by private contractors. What a doubly bizarre place. In reality, this building serves as an incredibly low key temporary housing for persons of interest and wealthy individuals. The blond man, often wearing black trousers and an unbuttoned black dress shirt withiut shoes or socks who opens the door, is the owner of both the business that purchased the property and the proberty today. A millionare by birthright, royalty in his blood, genius and somewhat of a kinkfiend, James is likely the most charming and handsome entrepreneur your average citizen couldn't possibly know a thing about. How and when the guests of his strange apartment complex ever arrive or leave is a trade secret, so well kept that the public isn't even aware that the building is serving such a function at all. Today was just like every other early Saturday. With no windows in the reception hall behind the front pair of doors, James sat comfortably behind the large black and hazel wooden and stone desk. His immaculate clean bare feet proped up on a box ontop of the desk. He was well reclined in the black cozy armchair behind that desk, angled to face the 90 inch flat screen television on the wall to his right. Some blabbering about terrorist attacks and presidential candidates was all the news lady could come up with, no more interesting go James than children shows to tired hard working adults. Not that James was much of either of those things. Suddenly, the sound of the ringer being pressed at the front door had startled him into an upright position. The ringer was just abnormally so damn loud, and he often went many days in a row without it being pressed. Standing, the six foot tall blond, devilishly handsome male would make his way across the hall. His slender pale hands lifted his silky black dress pants to his waist, the velvety unbottoned dress shirt hung open to show his defined chest. His skin was so pale, even his showing left nipple was a frosty light pink. Even with how pale it was, every inch of him was so firm and smooth and obviously warm to the touch. His face was fairly well defined too, he was well shaven and appeared youthful with not so thin lips and bright deep blue eyes that poked out around his blond bangs. He opened the door with a confident smile, eyeing over the lass who stood before him. Clearly, he was waiting politely for her to explain herself.