Hired Harem Pt. 4

   We were having breakfast on the veranda behind my house. The view from
   there is excellent, with my well-designed and careful tended garden
   right below the house, the large swimming pool in the middle of it and
   the majestic mountains in the distance. The addition of Tiffani,
   wearing her black silk dressing gown but with it hanging open to reveal
   her breasts, certainly didn't make the view any worse.
   "I talked to a friend at the gym yesterday," she said.
   I didn't let her do much by herself since we signed the contract, but
   going to the gym was one thing I let her do. Partly because I wanted
   her to stay in shape and keep the lovely body I paid for, and partly
   because gym gossip is a very effective way to stay in the loop in the
   Hollywood business. Never mind that Tiffani wasn't actually working on
   anything, or going to parties, or premieres. As long as she showed up
   regularly at the gym, all was well.
   I hummed noncommittally. I was reading the paper, and she rarely said
   anything I felt worth listening to.
   "She wants to sign a contract with you like I did," she said.
   That made me listen.
   "What?" I cleverly added.
   "My friend," Tiffani said. "Wants a contract like mine."
   Interesting. The thought that if one well-known actress would prefer to
   trade her body for favours in a regulated fashion rather than
   haphazardly at the whim of the men who held the power, then maybe other
   would prefer that too hadn't occured to me. Now, on the other hand, it
   seemed kind of obvious.
   "Who is she?" I asked.
   "Alyssa Milano."
   Well, now! I certainly knew about her. I'm a sucker for trashy fantasy
   TV. Like Charmed.
   "Call her and tell her to be at my office at noon," I said.
   "Right on it," Tiffani said. She got up and left the table.
   Noon at the office. I'd have to change the day's plans. Oh well. I'd
   just have to fuck Tiffani in the helicopter rather than in the bedroom.
   Oh, the sacrifice.

   "So you want to be a sex slave," I said.
   Alyssa Milano was sitting in the chair on the opposite side of my desk.
   She was dressed quite plainly, in a white blouse, tan slacks and a dark
   brown jacket. Tiffani was sitting in a sofa by the windows, reading a
   fashion magazine and staying well out of earshot.
   "I'd rather think of it as being a hired entertainer," she said.
   "Fine with me as long as you do as I tell you," I said. "What kind of
   payment do you want? Tiffani wanted a TV-series, but you already have
   one. You're even a producer on it, if I remember correctly."
   "I want my own production company," she said. "I have enough contacts
   to make a good go of it, but I need more money than I have to start it
   up."
   "The usual way to handle that is to borrow money from a bank," I said.
   "Not to sell your body."
   Her face got a bitter expression on it.
   "If I go that way, the bank will have the power," she said. "And some
   asshole there would sell the debt to one of the existing production
   companies, and I'd be right back to letting slimy old bastards fuck me
   in order to get what I want."
   She shook her head.
   "It's better to let one slimy bastard fuck me for a year, and then be
   in control."
   "And then you can help other young women who come here, so they don't
   get abused like you have been?" I guessed.
   She laughed out loud.
   "Hell no," she said. "I just want to become one of the abusers."
   Well. That's what you get for wanting to believe the best about people.
   But something about what she'd just said seemed a little odd.
   "You want to abuse young women?" I asked, just to make sure.
   "Oh yes," she said. "And young men."
   "You're bi," I said.
   "With a preference for women," she said.
   Interesting, I thought. Not that it made much of a difference, since
   I'd intended to have her and Tiffani fuck for my entertainment anyway,
   but it made it a little more appealing if at least one of them actually
   enjoyed it.
   "Have you ever tried to hit on Tiffani?" I asked.
   "Lots of times," she said. "But she just doesn't seem to get it."
   I took the two copies of the unsigned contract out of a desk drawer.
   "With Tiffani," I said, "I had her do something to prove that she was
   actually serious about being my slave before we signed. I want you too
   to do that."
   Alyssa hesitated a little before she spoke.
   "All right," she said. "Like what?"
   "Take off all your clothes," I said. "Then pull down the top of
   Tiffani's dress and suck on her nipples for a minute or so."
   Alyssa turned her head and looked over to where Tiffani sat. The dress
   in question was a simple white spaghetti-strap one that ended at
   mid-thigh. Apart from a pair of high-heeled shoes, the dress was the
   only thing Tiffani was wearing.
   "Not a hardship, exactly," Alyssa said.
   "Not meant to be," I said.

   I raised my voice and called for Tiffani to come over. She put down the
   magazine and did as she was told.
   "What is it?" she said.
   "Just stand there until I say otherwise," I said.
   She shrugged.
   "Go ahead," I said to Alyssa.
   She took her shoes off, and then stood up. Her jacket landed on the
   just vacated chair, and she started to unfasten her pants.
   "Wait a minute here," Tiffani said. "You're not going to have us do any
   lesbian stuff, are you?"
   I looked at her.
   "Of course I am!" I said. "Two beautiful women getting it on with each
   other, and who he can join any time he likes, is pretty much every
   guy's number one fantasy!"
   She looked shocked.
   "I assumed you had this kind of thing in mind when you first mentioned
   Alyssa wanting in," I said.
   While we talked, Alyssa had taken her pants off and was now in the
   process of unbuttoning her blouse. She was about halfway down, and it
   had just become evident that she wasn't wearing a bra under it. I
   thoroughly approved.
   "But...," Tiffani said. "I don't like that sort of thing."
   I shrugged.
   "Couldn't care less, as long as you do as I say," I said.
   She grimaced.
   "I'm not going to look very happy," she said.
   I shrugged again.
   "If that bothers me, I'll just tell you to act happy," I said. "You're
   an actress, right?"
   By now, Alyssa had dropped her blouse as well on the chair, and was
   stepping out of her panties. She stood there, very naked and very
   beautiful. Her breasts were a little smaller than Tiffani's, but as if
   to compensate they were also a little firmer and higher. I was
   seriously looking forward to doing a lengthy and in-depth comparison of
   the two sets of boobies.
   "Now what was I supposed to do...," Alyssa said.
   She firmly placed her hands on Tiffani's still-clothed breasts. She
   squeezed them a few times, and it looked like she tried to rub the
   nipples through the cloth. Tiffani closed her eyes.
   "No, that wasn't it," Alyssa said. "Maybe this..."
   She got herself up on her toes, so she could reach Tiffani's mouth with
   her own. Her breasts pressed against Tiffani's dress, and her hands
   snaked around her victim's waist to fondle the delicious ass she found
   there. She nudged at Tiffani's lips with her tongue, and after some
   slight hesitation Tiffani opened her own mouth and accepted the kiss.
   This was much better than I had asked for, although I wasn't going to
   tell Alyssa that. She was, strictly speaking, disobeying my
   instruction. Which was all right for now, since we hadn't signed the
   papers yet.
   "No, that wasn't it either," Alyssa said after she'd broken the kiss.
   "Oh, wait, I remember now!"
   I could see Tiffani shudder. She still hadn't opened her eyes.
   Alyssa took hold of the straps holding Tiffani's dress up and slid them
   off her shoulders. Guessing correctly what I wanted, Tiffani moved her
   arms a little and let the dress fall to the floor, leaving her just as
   naked as Alyssa. Well, apart from her shoes.
   Alyssa bent down a little and took Tiffani's left nipple in her mouth.
   Her hand played with the other one, and from the slight twitches of
   Tiffani's face I could tell that her ministrations had effect. She kept
   it up for maybe a minute, maybe a little more. Tiffani's nipple emerged
   from Alyssa's mouth as stiff as I'd ever seen it and glistening with
   saliva.
   "You've got marvelous tits, girl," Alyssa said. She moved her head
   sideways and got to work on Tiffani's other breast. Or, well, still
   both of them, but she had switched which one got the mouth and which
   got the fingers. She kept it up longer this time, doing whatever magic
   she could with her tongue and teeth until Tiffani finally whimpered a
   little.
   Then she let go.
   Alyssa stood up straight.
   "Was that good enough, boss?" she said.
   I did my best to not show how much it had turned me on.
   "Points for the show," I said. "But much less so for not following
   instructions very well."
   "You liked it, though," she said.
   I slid the contracts towards her.
   "Just sign the damn papers," I said.