Aunt Penelope's Harem (3 page)

Sick.

Sick, sick, sick.

Melanie was in shock. Dear, sweet, lovable Aunt Penelope…a
complete pervert!

A complete pervert with damn good taste in men, but that was
beside the point. What kind of twisted soul kept eight freakin’ men locked in
her house? How could she even
handle
that many men? Didn’t she get sore?

Oh, great. Now she was imagining dear, sweet, lovable Aunt
Penelope with a sore crotch. Just wonderful. What a sunshiny day this was
turning out to be.

She glanced around and realized that she was lost.

Oh well. She needed time to think, and wandering around
aimlessly would be conducive to that.

Maybe Aunt Penelope didn’t let them gang-bang her. After
all, wasn’t it one for each day of the week, and two for Sunday? If you spread
it out like that, it wasn’t so kinky, was it?

Hell yeah, it was. Sick, sick, sick!

Vile and disgusting and vulgar and depraved and appalling
and even kind of gross. If Aunt Penelope were still alive, Melanie would have
demanded that she seek medical attention.

Of course, maybe this setup explained why she was always so
cheerful…

No, no, no. Aunt Penelope had a problem, plain and simple,
and though she felt bad about laying off eight of her employees, Melanie wasn’t
going to have that kind of behavior going on in her house. It was time for
those men to go out and get real jobs. Learn some marketable skills.

That Carl was sure cute, though.

All of them were.

Yeah, Aunt Penelope may have been a pervo, but you couldn’t
criticize her taste. Melanie probably would have gone for a wider variety in
her own harem selection, but…

“Ms. Clover?”

She heard Rupert calling her, but she couldn’t tell which
room he was in. She walked into the next room, which contained several chairs
and a grand piano.

“Rupert? Can you hear me?”

“Ah, here you are,” said Rupert, stepping into the room. “I
must apologize, ma’am. Your aunt did love her harem and its occupants, and she
would have wanted you to get as much joy out of it as she did. They’re very
nice gentlemen.”

“I’m sure they are.”

“Rest assured that they’ve been given their final notice and
will be vacating the premises very shortly.”

“Good.”

“I would like to point out that their services were not
entirely sexual. Your aunt did get a great deal of use out of her unlimited
access to foot rubs, backrubs, and various other massage options.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes,” said Rupert. “Not to mention other possibilities.
Your aunt was a very creative woman.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I guess I’m just not that creative.”

“Few people are.”

“Could you point me to the nearest phone?” Melanie asked.

“Certainly, ma’am,” said Rupert, gesturing toward a doorway
behind where Melanie stood. “Right through there.”

“Thanks.” She went into the next room, which had a large
sofa and the biggest television she’d ever seen, picked up the phone on the
coffee table, and called Dawn.

“Hey, I didn’t expect to hear from you this soon!” said
Dawn. “How’s it going? How’s the house?”

“The house is amazing,” Melanie told her. “You can’t
possibly imagine everything this house has in it.”

“Like what? Tell me all about it.”

“Well, there’s a swimming pool…two, actually.”

“Two pools? Can I move in?”

“And a really big kitchen,” Melanie continued. “A butler and
a chef…”

“A butler? You have a butler?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Is he snooty?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“I can’t believe it! You have a snooty butler! That is
so
cool!”

“And a harem.”

There was a long silence on the other end.

“Did you say harem?” asked Dawn.

“I did.”

“You mean like what sheiks have?”

“Sort of.”

“I don’t get it,” Dawn admitted.

“There’s an area of the mansion where my Aunt Penelope kept
eight men. They’re still there. I guess they’re supposed to, uh, do my
bidding.”

“Say the fuck what?”

“Aunt Penelope had a harem of eight sex slaves. They
expected me to inherit it, like the swimming pools.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No.”

“Eight?”

“Eight.”

“You have eight men in the house right now?”

“I sure do.”

“Are they hot?”

“Extremely. Any one of them could be on a magazine cover. A
good magazine, not, like,
Fangoria
or something.”

“Holy shit!” Dawn exclaimed. “Have you gotten laid yet?”

“I’m not going to sleep with them! I told them to get the
hell out of here!”

“You’re kicking eight hot guys out of your house?”

“Of course.”

“You’re not even keeping one or two for personal use?”

“Dawn, they were my aunt’s sex toys! I’m not keeping them in
my house!”

“Are you sure it’s not a joke? Your aunt had a good sense of
humor. Remember, you said at the funeral she had her lawyer read this statement
about not being mopey and stuff.”

“It’s not a joke. The guys are here. They’ve got this whole
big setup. It’s…it’s…”

“A fantasy world?”

“No, it’s sick!”

“Listen,” said Dawn. “I’m your best friend, and I think this
requires a second opinion. So, just leave things the way they are and I’ll fly
over as soon as I can to evaluate the situation.”

“I’m not sleeping here with eight strange men in the house.”

“Don’t be such a baby. Just lock them in their cages.”

“You know what’s disturbing? They might really have cages.
Aunt Penelope might have locked them in cages like animals. There’s probably a
fully functioning dungeon behind one of those doors. I think I’m going to throw
up.”

“You’re not going to throw up.”

“I think I am.”

“Get over it. Now, I’m going to get my plane ticket, and
then I’ll let you know the wisest course of action, okay?”

“I’m kicking them out, Dawn.”

“Don’t.”

“I am.”

“I mean it. Don’t kick them out. I’ll kick your ass if I get
there and they’re gone.”

“Then you’d better be here in the next fifteen minutes,
because I’ve got them packing their bags right now.”

“You can’t possibly be such a heartless bitch that you would
rob me of my chance to witness an eight-guy harem with my own eyes. I will
never get to see that again. Never.”

“You’re way too horny.”

“I’m not horny. I’m curious.”

“You’re way too curious.”

“Promise me you won’t get rid of them until I show up.”

“No.”

“Promise me!”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m serious about the ass-kicking. This won’t be some
hair-pulling catfight. I’ll kick your ass. For real.”

“Dawn…”

“Promise me, wench!”

Melanie sighed. “Okay. But get here quick.”

“I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Fine. I’ll call you this evening to get your flight times.”

“All right. Try not to fuck all eight of them before I get
there, okay? Leave at least one of them pure for me.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“Yeah, well, you’re mentally ill. I’ll see you soon!”

Melanie said goodbye and hung up. She should have known that
Dawn would react that way. That girl would probably keep a harem herself if she
had the financial means and the appropriate contacts in the business.

“Rupert?” she called out. “Are you around?”

“Right here, ma’am,” he said, stepping into the room a few
moments later.

“Is there a better way I can call you without shouting?” she
asked. “That seems so rude.”

Rupert tapped on a small white box attached to the wall next
to the light switch. “We have an intercom system. Just press the button and
speak.”

“Oh, good. Thanks.”

“Shall I leave the room and have you call me again that way,
ma’am?”

“No. You can tell the harem residents that they don’t need
to leave for a couple of days, so they can take their time packing. Do they
even have anything to pack besides a few pairs of shorts?”

“Actually, ma’am, each of them was provided with numerous
costumes.”

“You know, I’m going to talk about this as little as humanly
possible, because I keep hearing things I really wish I hadn’t. Just let them
know that I’m not kicking them out yet, but I’m kicking them out soon, okay?”

“I’ll convey the message, ma’am.”

“Thanks.”

* * * * *

Melanie sat in the dining room, enjoying the most delicious
peanut butter and jelly sandwich she’d ever eaten. The chef had to have used
imported jelly. You just didn’t get this kind of flavor from the local grocery
store.

The dining room was so vast that her chewing sounds seemed
to echo. She actually felt somewhat lonely sitting in here, all by herself. It
hadn’t bothered her too much in her cramped little apartment, but here, with
all this space, the lack of company was much more noticeable.

She even felt a little bit sad.

Well, she’d get over that. She wasn’t going to live here
forever, anyway. She’d just enjoy the fantasy life for a while, then sell the
place and move into something that was much more her style.

Fantasy…

Eight strong, handsome men to tend to her every need. She
could ogle them, get incredible foot rubs, spend some time in the hot tub, sip
a margarita…

No, no, she wasn’t going to indulge. But Carl
had
seemed
like a nice guy. All of them did, actually. Not sleazy or leering or anything
like that. And she was in the mood for some company. She could talk to Rupert,
she supposed, but though he was pleasant enough he didn’t seem like the kind of
person who’d be all that much fun to just chat with.

Screw it. This was her house, and she was going to enjoy the
damn water slide, whether it was in the harem or not!

When Melanie walked into the large room, the men were doing
the same things as before. The tattooed guy, Julian, was still doing push-ups.

“Hey, thanks for the reprieve!” said Carl, waving at her
from the pool.

“Is this all you guys ever do?” Melanie asked.

Carl climbed out of the pool, tugged on the band of his
swimming trunks to adjust himself, and walked over to her. “What else would we
want
to do?”

“I don’t know, but there’s got to be
something
.”

“Nah. Swimming, relaxing…that’s all I need out of life.”

A couple of the guys nearby were stifling laughter. “What’s
so funny?” Melanie asked.

“Okay, okay, here’s the deal,” said Carl. He pointed to the
ceiling. “See those red lights?”

Melanie glanced up at them. “Yeah.”

“Those lights flash and a buzzer goes off when you enter the
hallway outside. It’s our alert signal to take our positions. So that when you
come in, we’re not in our rooms napping or playing video games or whatever.”

Melanie smiled. “So he’s not always doing push-ups?”

“Nah. Julian can do more push-ups than anyone here, though.
Your aunt judged a contest. Great prizes.”

“So what
do
you do all day?” Melanie asked.

Carl shrugged. “Watch TV, read, play around on the Internet.
Stuff like that.”

“It doesn’t sound very fulfilling.”

“Well, I also…” He trailed off.

“Also what?”

“Nothing. I see that you brought a bathing suit.”

Melanie held up her one-piece, completely unrevealing blue
suit. “Yeah.”

“You can change in the sauna if you want. I promise that
nobody will look.”

Melanie realized that all of the men were watching her.
“Yeah, right.”

“No, I promise.”

“It was probably a mistake coming back here. I don’t really
like being the center of attention.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay, you don’t have to be. Hey, guys, go
back to whatever you were doing,” he called out.

Julian stopped doing push-ups and stood up as a couple of
the other men returned to their rooms.

“So, what, are you the leader?” asked Melanie.

Carl shook his head. “Nah, just the one with the biggest
mouth,” he said with a grin. It was a cute grin, complete with the most
adorable dimples Melanie had ever seen. If he weren’t some harem freak, it
would probably be love at first sight.

“Here, we’ll have Leo mix you a drink,” said Carl, leading
her over to the bar. “Something non-alcoholic, if you want.”

Leo got out of his hammock and joined them at the bar. “What
can I getcha to drink?” he asked in his Boston accent.

“Margarita on the rocks,” Melanie said.

“Salt on the rim?”

“Yes, please.”

“You got it.”

“I’ll take a beer,” said Carl.

“You know where the fridge is.”

“See, I’m definitely not the leader,” Carl told Melanie, as
he walked behind the bar. “But I’m a good tour guide.”

Leo finished mixing her drink and handed it to her with a
wink. Carl opened his beer and took a swig as they walked toward the sauna.

“I just can’t believe you would do this,” said Melanie. “I
mean, it’s nice here and all, but why would you do this?”

“A rich, extremely attractive woman was willing to pay me
very well to live in this paradise and provide favors that I’d probably be
happy to do for free. Not a tough career choice.”

“But isn’t it demeaning?”

“It’s fun, actually.
Was
fun,” he corrected. “We were
all pretty devastated by what happened.”

“Why are you still here?”

“We obviously thought that our jobs were over,” said Carl,
taking another drink, “but Penelope had always joked that she was going to give
us to you as a Christmas gift when we couldn’t handle her anymore. Since our
employment was covered by the trust fund she set up, and you inherited the
house and everything in it, the butler suggested that we stick around to see if
you wanted to continue with our services.”

“Did Mr. Campbell, her lawyer, know about this?” She
couldn’t imagine that Richard wouldn’t have mentioned such a thing.

“Nah, not as far as I know. It’s sort of complicated how
everything works, and it’s never been completely explained to me, but legally
we’re not really living here, and we’re not really providing this service.”

“Gotcha. You’re not married, are you?”

“No. None of us are. No kids, either. That’s part of the job
requirement.”

“And just what are the requirements of working in my aunt’s
harem?”

Carl smiled self-consciously. “Well, obviously she likes
dark-haired men twenty years her junior who are in good shape.”

Great shape
, Melanie thought, though she didn’t say
anything.

“No beards. Only neatly trimmed mustaches. And we had to
pass an inspection of our equipment.”

“What kind of inspection?” asked Melanie, unable to stifle
her curiosity.

“The first one was visual. You know, to make sure that we
met certain standards.”

“You mean length?”

“Not just length, although the minimum there was seven
inches…except for Nate. He bypassed that requirement by virtue of his diameter.
It’s pretty damn impressive. But we also had to meet aesthetic guidelines, no
funky curves or anything like that.”

“What was the second one?”

“Skill.”

“I don’t even want to know how that was judged,” Melanie
said, rolling her eyes.

“Then I won’t tell you.”

“Okay, I do want to know.”

“Actually, no, judging from your reaction before, I’m
guessing that you really don’t want to know,” said Carl.

“Tell me.”

“Basically, we just demonstrated our skills.”

“You mean, basically, you had sex with my aunt.”

“Yeah. I was trying to be more discrete.”

“So she slept with everyone who…auditioned?”

“No, no, that was the last step. Only those of us who made
it to the final stage got to do that. Before that there was the background
check, psychological profile, confidentiality agreement, STD testing and
interview after interview after interview.”

“Sounds rigorous.”

“Oh, and the dance auditions.”

“I see.”

“And the costume fittings for the various themes.”

“Themes?”

“Renaissance, bondage-discipline, western, Viking…”

“No clowns?” Melanie asked.

“No. Clowns in bondage is pretty much a universal turnoff.”

“Okay, so, you pass the tests and you get hired. Then you
just let yourselves get locked away in here?”

Carl grinned. “Not quite that extreme. It’s more like being
on call. We all live here, but we didn’t have to stay in the house when
Penelope wasn’t home. Although, to be completely honest, this place is so cool
that most of the time we don’t see any reason to leave. Have you ever been on
one of those relaxing vacations that you just hoped would never end? This is
like that.”

“Vacations have to end sometime.”

Carl nodded. “Yeah, but I like to stretch them out as long
as possible.”

“So what do you do for fun when you’re not doing harem
things? Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nah. We aren’t allowed to have any outside sex, period. We
get tested every month, not that anybody would ever risk losing this job in
that way, especially considering that your aunt more than fulfilled…” He
trailed off, clearly realizing that this particular sentence should not be
completed.

“Thank you for not completing that sentence,” said Melanie.

“You’re welcome. Anyway, you obviously didn’t come here to
listen to me talk about work, work, work all night long. Go on and change into
your bathing suit.”

Melanie nodded, then walked self-consciously toward the
sauna. She marveled at how much effort it required to simply make her legs move
properly when she knew that people were staring at her.
Left foot first,
right foot second, then back to the left foot, and proceed to the right foot…

She opened the door to the sauna, stepped inside, and let it
swing closed behind her. It was hot inside, as was par for the sauna
experience. She sat down on one of the wooden benches and removed her shoes.

There was definitely room enough for eight men in here, plus
Aunt Penelope.

Yuck.

She pulled off her T-shirt and set it on the bench next to
her, feeling a bit uncomfortable being just in her bra even though she was
alone. They wouldn’t have a peephole, would they? No, of course not. No need
for a peephole when they were getting more than they could handle.

Again, yuck.

But the “yuck” reaction was also kind of unfair. After all,
Aunt Penelope
was
an attractive woman. You could get the sexiest
Playboy
model and the hottest Chippendale’s dancer together for a night of passion, and
their nieces would probably think it was kind of gross.

Eight guys, though. That was out of hand.

Melanie stood up and slid her jeans down past her knees. She
sat back on the bench and pulled them off entirely, folding them neatly and
setting them next to her shirt.

It felt nice being in here, just in her bra and panties. She
hadn’t been in a sauna in several years, not since she broke her New Year’s
resolution to visit the gym at least once a week (immediately before the first
visit).

She closed her eyes and leaned back. Maybe she’d just sit
here and relax for a minute. Take a few moments to chill out, and then go out
there and have some fun. Not sex fun, but regular fun. Water slide fun.

Damn, they were cute.

Maybe Julian and his tattoos were a bit scary, but aside
from that…

No, she wasn’t going to start foaming at the mouth over some
mindless slabs of meat. She needed a man she could respect. Somebody warm and
intelligent. Somebody who didn’t work as a harem boy-toy.

Seven-inch minimum.

No matter. She wasn’t going to start foaming at the mouth
over some mindless slabs of meat with big cocks, either.

She needed personality.

She needed integrity.

She needed to quit thinking about big cocks.

What she
really
needed was to put on her swimsuit and
get the hell out of this sauna. They’d start wondering what was wrong with her.

She removed her bra and set it aside. The heat felt
absolutely wonderful on her bare breasts, and her nipples perked up
immediately. Melanie ran her fingers over them before she even realized what
she was doing.

It was so pleasant in here. So relaxing.

She lifted her ass from the seat and wiggled out of her
panties.

This felt even better.

Was there anything in life better than sitting naked in a
sauna? Well, perhaps reclining in a sauna, but she couldn’t take the risk of
one of the men walking in on her. Though she assumed that they’d knock first,
it wasn’t safe to assume anything about harem stud muffins.

Harem stud muffins with big cocks.

Enough with the cocks.

She was working up a nice sweat sitting in here. Melanie
slowly ran her index finger across her thin patch of red pubic hair. It was
moist from perspiration. She felt a pleasant tingle, slightly lower, as she
traced her finger toward…

She realized in a thunderbolt of hard-hitting self-awareness
that she was on the verge of pleasuring herself in a most inappropriate
masturbation location. Jesus, the eight guys were right outside. What was the
matter with her?

The answer was obvious. She was horny. Eight muscular guys
out there, disease-free, well hung, skilled at their art, ready and willing to
do her bidding…of course she was horny! It was like spending twenty-three
months desperately hoping for a taste of dry crackers and suddenly being
presented with an eight-course gourmet meal.

Would a one-night stand with Carl really be so awful?

She really needed to stop being naked.

But it was damn exciting, knowing that one of them could
walk in at any moment.

No, no, that was
scary.
She stood up and picked up
her bathing suit.

She wanted to get laid, but not quite that badly. Guys like
these didn’t fuck women like her unless they were getting paid for it.

Or did they? She could be sexy, couldn’t she? If she were to
walk out there right now, completely naked, it would probably be a turn-on for
them, wouldn’t it? She smiled to herself as she envisioned their reaction. The
front of Carl’s swim trunks expanding as he gaped at her nude body.

“Dear God,” he might say, “you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Or, even better, he might be too awe-struck to speak.

They’d have to make silent love on the sauna bench.

He’d kiss her deeply as he slowly thrust into her, Melanie’s
legs wrapped tightly around him and her hands sliding over his back. He’d be a
generous lover, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as she silently cried out
in ecstasy.

Melanie shook her head and sighed. The more realistic
scenario would be that when she walked out of the sauna the guys would shout
“Soooo-eeeee!!! Soooo-eeeee!!!” and fill the air with authentic pig snorting
sounds.

It was a moot point anyway. They
were
getting paid
for it.

Somebody knocked on the door and she jumped, badly startled.

“You doing all right in there?” asked Carl from outside.

“I’m fine. Don’t come in.” Melanie frantically began to get
into her swimsuit.

“I won’t. Just making sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” she assured him as she realized that she was
putting the suit on backwards. “I was having some trouble with my shoes, but
I’m fine.”

She quickly gave herself a mental kick in the ass.
I was
having some trouble with my shoes?
What kind of stupid lie was that? He’d
know that she’d almost masturbated for sure!

“Oh,” said Carl. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”