* Authors warning – some adult themes explored but all in the best possible taste! *
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Neville returned to the House the following Monday evening, the front door was opened by Mistress Petra, who tutted and told him to use the tradesmen entrance round the back in the future.
Glancing furtively around he noticed Mistress Felina striding off down the inner depths of the house, she was totally uninterested at his arrival.
In the corridor they met another tall dark haired woman wearing a Japanese kimono,
“Who eez this?” she demanded in a heavy European accent, barely glancing at him she spoke only to Petra.
“Ez the new handyman, remember the last one left, he was no good, he cried too easily.”
This made Nev feel a bit awkward, he knew the House was a strange place but it was odder than he’d remembered from the previous week.
“Man, I have work for you, send him to me soon Petra, first I must prepare the boudoir.”
With that she turned and disappeared up the main corridor, leaving a heavy waft of intoxicating perfume as a scent trail.
Nev was now buzzing with excitement and anticipation, so many beautiful women in one House, it was like a wet dream come true.
Clutching his work bag of tools tightly to his chest he obediently followed Petra through a door marked ‘Office’.
Then his jaw dropped in awe.
The room was dark, cold and massive; vast shiny floors like liquid lapped against marble clad walls, book lined cabinets from floor to ceiling. At the far end stood a white desk; then his eyes made out a ghostly pale face hovering almost Godlike in its luminosity.
Her icy blue eyes bored into Neville’s whole body as he slowly walked up to the desk, motioning Petra to come closer without breaking her gaze, he stood unsure what to do, he thought he was only there for odd jobs not to be scrutinised like a commodity?
“Here he eez.” It wasn’t really an introduction more of a presentation, Petra seemed pleased her ‘gift’ had been accepted with a delicate nod from the beautifully coiffured blonde head.
“Thank you Madam Sylvain.”
Almost immediately a elegant white hand waved them away and Nev instinctively followed Petra out of the room, he felt almost afraid of what he’d just experienced, like a static buzz down his whole body, heightening his base sense of fight or flight.
Back into the familiar kitchen still tightly clutching his work bag Neville followed her quietly.
They were not alone, although she hardly looked up from her magazine while delicately puffing on a French cigarette, the obnoxious heavy smell permeated the whole room.
“Ez taking over from Joe,” Petras introductions left a lot to be desired, “Don’t scare eem, heez here to work only.”
“Ja, ja.” she laughed.
“Pleased to meet you Miss” Nev had to say something, just to convince himself it wasn’t a lucid dream and he was actually here.
She just looked at him, although not in a very nice way, it was quite direct and penetrating, like she was peering into his very soul.
“Come on man, there eez work to do.” Petra grabbed a bunch of keys from the table and beckoned Nev to follow her impatiently.
He felt he’d just been on a rollercoaster ride and his legs were still a bit shaky.
He also sensed her eyes on his back as he left the kitchen.
She smirked while blowing billows of strong tobacco smoke in his wake as she watched his strong haunches and the manly broadness of his shoulders leave the room.
Nev was led to a brightly decorated room at the front of the house filled with wall mirrors surrounding the central feature, this looked very much like a hairdressers salon complete with sink unit in garish pink.
“Do as Selina wishes.” Petra instructed as she left him alone with the kimono clad beauty.
She eyed him for a long minute.
“This sink , it does not work well, fix it.” She left him to the task.
Nev knew all about blocked sinks and tried the usual remedies, as expected it was full of a tangled mass of knotted nylon hair and glittery soap.
“Grief!” He explained as he pulled more and more of the slimy strands up.
Looking around the now empty room, he smiled at all the different wigs displayed, imagining all the ladies of the House doing their female pampering and beatification in front of this very mirror.
It had been a long time since he’d touched a woman’s shiny locks and he couldn’t resist stroking the softness of these blonde tresses, while caught up in his own erotic fantasy.
Before he knew what he was doing he was gazing at his own transformed reflection and feeling the sensual delights of long silky hair tickling his neck.
So lost in the moment Neville was totally unaware his clandestine activity was being observed with amusement in that many mirrored room.
A short while later, hearing a loud commotion in the hallway outside, a sharp female voice barked orders and a loud thwack followed by a high pitched yelp of pain. Nev snapped back to his senses just in time before his task master (or Mistress) returned; he busied himself cleaning up the now fully functioning sink as if nothing untoward had happened.
“Gut, I am pleezed.” she purred while inspecting the water disappearing unhindered down the plughole.
“Go now, you are not needed.” Neville was abruptly dismissed.
Cycling back to town in the dark, his mind again whirled with new sensations, his head was filled with pinkness and guilty pleasures. That night his dreams were darkly disturbing yet thrilling to the extreme.
He couldn’t wait to return to the House.
©Juliette Dodd 2020