Odalisque (2/3)  (MF, D/s?)

Chapter Two

I was snapped out of my stroll down memory lane by a knock at the door.

"Come in."

I was very surprised to see the Madame, and not one of her girls.

"Personalized service?" I smirked.

"You wish," she laughed back. In truth I had had some fantasies, but I was
certain her days as a woman of the night were over and she was enjoying herself
in other ways now, perhaps with a harem of her own. She sat down next to me and
her face turned serious.

"Sean, I'm retiring."

"Really? Who's taking over? Nicole?"

"No one. I'm selling the place and moving away. Since you're my best customer and
a close friend I wanted to ask you a favor and a business proposition as well."

Her inflection of the words "business proposition" really caught my attention.

"You want me to buy the inn?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I'm selling it to a nice couple. They're going to
turn the inn into an actual respectable bed and breakfast. I've got a new girl,
young, only twenty, fresh from Ireland. Her sister is Colleen, I think you know
her.

I nodded, indeed I knew her. Strawberry blonde, nice build, stacked to no end.

"Anyway, she needs a new home. Her folks back in Ireland were a bit rough on her
and Colleen. Colleen scraped together enough cash to get her over here, but now
she needs a job to stay in the states. All my other girls from overseas have
their citizenship except her. She needs an employer sponsor, that's where you
come in. Do you need a maid for that big new house of yours?"

"Actually I do. But if she's Colleen's sister, how will I be able to keep my
hands off her?" I was joking, but only slightly. Colleen was a very sexy woman at
twenty-six, but a twenty-year-old version would be totally irresistible.

"Well, being Colleen's sister, she's no prude, but still a virgin. I've explained
the situation and she's agreed to become your odalisque."

"Pardon?"

"It's an old word, typically meaning a member of a harem."

"You mean live-in love slave? I don't know about that. Isn't that sort of
illegal?"

"Yes, but she'll be your maid and be paid room and board for it. She'll earn her
monetary pay sexually."

"But, she's awfully young. Won't she want to experience the world or have other
lovers?"

"She's a little shy, but Colleen and the other girls have gone on and on about
your 'expertise.'"

I blushed noticeably.

"Don't be ashamed. All the girls are eager to be picked for your weekly visits.
I've set up a trial period of a week. If it doesn't work out I'll try to find
something else."

"It seems so complicated, I just don't know."

"Don't worry. I've had her tested for all the various sorts of things, she's
completely healthy. She's also got a implant for birth control so you don't have
to worry about that either. She just needs to work for you for a year, after that
she can get citizenship and you can part company or stay together."

"Sounds too good to be true. Can I see her, meet her, talk with her?"

"Sure. I'll call her in. I'm going to stay with you two so I can help get things
going."

Mme. LaCroix got up and got the phone, dialed a number.

"We're ready for you."

She sat back down and minute later the door opened. My heart dropped. The girl
that stood in the doorway was out of my wildest fantasies. Her hair was long and
curled. The color was flame red and framed her pale face perfectly. Her eyes were
bright and green. Her nose small with just a few freckles. The Madame was messing
with me I could tell, because she had the girl in a pseudo-schoolgirl outfit. She
new it was one of my favorite fetishes and she was using it in full force today.
The girl had large, full breasts that pushed at her white blouse. Her green plaid
skirt was short and left some room to see her firm thighs just above her white
knee-high socks. Her small feet were shod in black patent leather shoes that were
twitching with nerves. I looked her up and down several times, each pass making
my cock harder and harder in my pants.

"Sean, this is Shannon, Colleen's younger sister."

"N-n-nice to meet you." I stammered.

"Hi." she smiled. Damn she was beautiful, and her Irish accent only enhanced the
effect. I offered my hand and she took it. Her skin was soft and warm. My
thoughts turned to what it would feel like to run my hands over her naked flesh.
My erection grew painful. I took a deep breath to steady myself.

Madame LaCroix broke the silence: "Well this is going splendidly!" She laughed
and so did we.

I offered Shannon a seat and started up some basic chit-chat.

"How do you like the US so far?"

"I love it! The shopping is wonderful, and the people seem so nice."

"I'm glad you like it. Have you had a chance to see any of the sights of the
town?"

"Not yet. But I'm looking forward to it."

"Shannon's been running errands for me around town. She's become quite a help and
a pretty good driver." Madame chimed in.

"Well," I said, finding some confidence, "I can see you're a nice a girl, and
Madame's word is as good as gold with me, I think we can try this out. When can
you leave."

"Shannon's already packed." Shannon looked a little shocked. "It's OK dear, but
the sooner we get you moved in the better. Here's our card and call us whenever
you need us. Your sister's got your bags in your room. Go see her and bring your
stuff downstairs."

She trotted off quickly and disappeared through the door.

"I take it you like?"

"Do I ever! I may end up being her love slave not the other way around."

"You'll find she's fairly subservient, use her, but don't take advantage of her.
I know you'll be good to her, I just gave her the card so she'll feel better.
Colleen will be by next week Tuesday to check in on her and see how you two are
coming along."

"Sounds good to me."

We headed downstairs and into the lobby. Her bags had been brought out so I
grabbed them and tossed them into the 4-Runner. By the time I got back, Shannon
was saying her good-byes. She had changed into a flannel shirt and jeans.
Initially I was disappointed, but I quickly realized we had to be somewhat
discrete, and the schoolgirl outfit was a bit much. Shannon had saved the biggest
hug for Madame. The matron just smiled and shooed her, telling her that she could
visit anytime. I helped her into the truck, she was only five-foot-four, and got
in myself.

The drive was quiet, despite its length. I offered Shannon her choice of stations
on the radio, but she declined. I could feel my stomach growl, so I decided to
grab some lunch on the way home. We pulled into a Taco Bell since it was one of
my favorite places. Shannon hadn't the foggiest clue what to order, so I ordered
for her. She loved every bite. We chatted some more. I felt uncomfortable
mentioning her homeland, so I talked mostly about myself. I covered winning the
lottery, my new role as an investor in all sorts of things, and my hobbies like
camping and riding. Riding caught her attention. I mentioned the horses I owned
and she asked all sorts of questions about them. we finished eating and headed
home.

My place is a large 6-bedroom affair. One room being my master suite, another an
office for myself the remainder, guest rooms. One guest room had its own bathroom
so I figured that would be best for her. It was on one end of the second story
and mine on the opposite. That would make everything look proper enough. We
pulled into the garage and got her stuff out. I showed her to her room first.

"This'll be your place. I've furnished it myself, so if you have any requests,
please let me know. It is a bit serious, I imagine you'll want something softer."

"This will be fine sir."

"Don't be shy, if you want anything, please tell me."

"Perhaps later."

"OK. How about a tour?"

"I'd love one."

"Well you know your room, there's a bathroom of your own built in to it. The
first and third door on the right and the one on the left are guest bedrooms.
They'll be mostly empty unless there's company. This door here," I said,
indicating the second door on the right, "Is the guest bathroom. Most of these
you won't have to worry about, since they're already done up. The door at the end
of the hallway is my room. The bathroom is to the right and my office is to the
left. Feel free to use the jacuzzi tub or anything like that when I'm not around.
I guess you'll be responsible for keeping that clean. My office is sort of
off-limits. It's not that you're forbidden to go in, it's just there's an
organized chaos to it, and if you straighten it up, I'll never find anything."

She chuckled at that. It felt good making her laugh.

"So my room and your room for upstairs duty?"

"Correct. Now downstairs," I said as we reached the foyer, "is all yours to do.
Mostly the kitchen. I love cooking, but hate the cleanup."

"So you don't want me to cook then?"

"I never thought of that. This is all new to me too. Unless I tell you otherwise,
go ahead and start dinner, starting next week. I want to show you how everything
works in the kitchen and get you accustomed to my favorite dishes. It's nothing
personal, but I've had Irish cooking and I'd prefer to steer clear of it."

"I understand. Colleen's been having me study an American cookbook all week. I've
been dying to try a recipe I found. If that's ok."

"That's fine. What is it?"

"Steak in burgundy sauce."

"Sounds wonderful. Now, on with the tour. The living room's through there. The TV
and VCR work with the same remote. The fireplace works by this." I flipped the
switch beside the fireplace and it roared to life. "The other rooms on this floor
are the dining room, which rarely gets used, the library, feel free to get
whatever you like. It's mostly classics and fantasy and so forth. Most of the
books I've never opened, I just bought them for show. The PC here is a little
older than mine upstairs, but I'll show you how to use it for yourself. Any
questions?"

"I can read any of the books here?"

"Please. Otherwise they're just collecting dust."

"The basement is mostly for parties and such." I said as we descended the
stairs,"The wet bar has a refrigerator and sink. The video games are all free, no
quarters needed."

She marveled at the array of circa-1980 arcade games. They were all the games I
grew up with and just had to have when I came into money. I reached over an
pulled out a section of wall.

"Here is the wine closet. They're sorted alphabetically so if I ask for
something, you should be able to find it pretty quickly."

I grabbed a bottle from the top row, a nice burgundy, and handed it to Shannon.

"This should be perfect for tonight."

She smiled, and so did I, this all felt right and comfortable.

"I think that's it. The pool is open, just unlock the gate and hit the switch to
retract the cover. The spa is on too, just uncover it."

She suddenly got very shy.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't swim. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all. I was lifeguard in high school, I'll teach you sometime."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. You can go unpack and get settled in. I'm going to get some
work done. The phones are all intercommed. Just pick them up and dial the room
number. The rooms are listed under each phone, but you'll get them memorized
pretty quickly. My room is one, office is two."

"Got it." she started up the stairs.

"Oh Shannon, we'll work on the details of pay and days off over dinner, so have
some ideas in mind. Oh and welcome home."

"Thank you, sir."

I felt I should have stopped her from calling me that, but it felt so good. I
guess there's a dominant streak in me yet.

******

A few hours later I had checked on my investments and everything seemed to be
going well. I was no financial whiz, so I had hired a fiscal guru and had doubled
my fortune in a matter of a few years. I had wanted to give Shannon some time to
herself, I knew I'd want some if I were in her shoes, so I dotled around my room
and office taking care of odds and ends. Finally I whipped out a sheet of paper
and scribbled some notes. I worked out a fair weekly allowance for her and
decided to give her Sunday's off. My phone rang around 5:30pm.

"Yes?"

"Dinner's ready whenever you wish to eat sir."

"I'll be right down."

I opened my door to the heavenly scent of dinner. I hoped the rest of her dishes
were as mouth-watering. The dining room had been set with two places, one on each
end. The plates were heaped with beef in a dark burgundy sauce. Brandy had been
decanted for both of us and Shannon stood beside the table waiting for me. She'd
changed clothes again. This time into a short dress, forest green in color. It
was long sleeved with a deep 'V' in front to display her cleavage. She had black
nylons and shoes that matched her dress. Her curly hair was pulled up revealing a
long slender neck. I felt a little underdressed.

"Smells wonderful."

"Thank you. I'm very glad you're pleased."

I pulled out her chair and had her sit down, then I sat myself. Dinner tasted
even better than it smelled. I couldn't stop complementing Shannon on the job
she'd done. She just smiled and blushed. I laid down the plan I had for
allowances and days off.

"I know the allowance doesn't seem like a lot, but that's your mad money, if you
want to buy things yourself. Anything you need, clothes, etc, let me know."

"I think it's fair, but I don't really need a day off."

"I insist."

"Ok. But I think a weekday may be better so you can work in peace."

"That's really good thinking. Is Monday ok? That's when I work the most."

"I think that will be fine."

Once we'd finished, I rose and grabbed my plate. Shannon cleared her throat and
looked at me.

"Sorry, I'm new at this." and set my plate back down. I got my glass and went
into the living room. Shannon had turned the fireplace on and laid out the
newspaper. I relaxed in one of the larger chairs and read quietly as my new maid
cleaned up in the kitchen. After she was done, I heard her come into the living
room behind me.

"Sir will there be anything else?"

I turned to face her. "No, feel free to relax or whatever you want."

In truth I wanted to take her, but I didn't want to rush anything with my new
redhead. She fidgeted a little.

"Nothing at all?"

I realized what she meant, "Are you sure? We don't have to tonight."

"No, I'm ready. I want it. Today's been so wonderful, I can't imagine a better
way to end it."

I stood and led her upstairs. This was her first time, our first time, I wanted
it to be perfect.