Aunt Penelope's Harem (4 page)

“I will.”

Trouble with her shoes. Jesus Christ.

She got into her bathing suit and exited the sauna.

She shivered a bit as she stepped into the much cooler air.
Carl was standing there. He flashed her what he obviously considered to be (for
good reason) a winning grin.

“Looking good, Melanie.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, really. Blue is your color.”

Melanie wished that he’d quit looking at her, even though he
was doing it in a perfectly friendly, non-offensive manner. She walked over to
the deep end of the pool, dunked her foot in the water, and let out a soft
yelp. Freezing.

Two of the men, the bald one and the one with the mustache,
were already in the pool. The bald one laughed and waved to her. “Just dive
in.”

“My heart will stop.”

“Nah, it’s fine once you’re in. If you do it gradually it’s
torture.”

“I’ll consider that. What was your name again?”

“Nate.”

Ah, yes, Nate. Good. Now she could think of Nate as the bald
one who’d given her advice on diving into the pool, rather than the one with
the reportedly shortest but impressively thick penis.

She took a deep breath, counted to three, and then jumped
into the pool.

Shit! Cold! Cold! Cold! Shit!

She surfaced and grabbed the side of the pool. “There’s ice
between my fingers!”

“You’ll be okay,” said the second guy in the water. “You get
used to it in no time.”

“Well, sure, because your whole body is numb. I’m sorry, I’m
bad with names. You are…?”

“Ben.”

“Gotcha.” Okay, there was Talkative Carl, Boston Leo who
made drinks, Bald Nate who dispensed diving advice, and Mustache Ben who
insisted that she’d get used to the water in no time. How was she ever going to
keep everybody straight?

And why the hell was she worrying about that? Their names
didn’t matter, because they weren’t sticking around.

Carl did a perfect dive into the pool and swam past her.
Melanie did a crawl stroke across the length of the pool, relieved that the
water’s piercing chill faded before she’d even made it to the other side. She
spat out some water, pushed her hair out of her eyes, and used the ladder to
climb out of the pool. It was water slide time.

She walked toward it, knowing beyond all doubt that her
bathing suit was riding up her ass but not daring to adjust it for fear of
calling attention to the fact that her bathing suit was riding up her ass.

The ladder to the water slide was about thirty feet high.
She climbed to the top and then sat on the edge of the slide, letting the
flowing water run over her feet for a moment, before pushing forward. She
hurtled down the slide.

It became clear before she’d even gone around the first
curve that her legs and her butt had no intention of traveling at the same
velocity.

She threw out her arms to steady herself, but her legs
popped into the air and she fell onto her back. “Oh shit!” she said, as she
realized that she was starting to spin. She slid helplessly down the slide, on
her back, legs in the air, swimsuit riding up her ass, facing the wrong
direction. It was in this undignified position that she was finally dumped into
the pool, which had gotten cold again.

Melanie wondered if she could stay underwater long enough
for the men to forget what they’d just witnessed.

She surfaced to the sound of enthusiastic clapping from all
eight of them. She swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out, face burning
despite the icy water. “Thank you,” she said, waving to acknowledge their
applause. “I’ll be here humiliating myself all week.”

“Encore!” Ben shouted.

“How about you all prove that you can do better?” asked
Melanie.

As all of the men proceeded toward the water slide, she had
to giggle at her own stupidity. Of
course
they could do better. A poorly
sewn rag doll could do better. She really needed to work on her mouth/brain
communication.

Leo came down first, making a perfectly graceful landing in
the water. Nate followed, headfirst. When Carl emerged at the end of the slide,
he was seated upright. He put his hand over his mouth as if stifling a bored
yawn.

His feet hit the pool and he pitched forward, his belly
slamming into the water with a loud
smack
that made Melanie wince.

It took him a moment to surface.

“Dude, what the hell was that?” asked the blond guy,
laughing hysterically from his seat on the edge of the pool.

Carl began to tread water, forcing a smile despite his
obvious pain. “That was my patented…uh…I don’t know, it really hurt.”

Another one of the men, the military guy, came down the
slide feet-first. His loud shout of “Waaahoooo!!!” was cut off as he landed in
the water, kicking Carl in the back. Melanie winced again.

“Here, dude, I’ll help you out,” said the blond guy,
retrieving a life preserver that hung from the wall and tossing it over to
Carl. Carl grabbed it and allowed himself to be pulled to the edge, smiling
sheepishly the entire time.

Melanie walked over to him. “Good landing.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Because you look a bit sick to your stomach.”

“I’m cool.”

“You did hit your belly pretty hard.”

“It wasn’t just my belly.”

“Ah. I guess now we’ve learned a little lesson about mocking
my water slide skills, haven’t we?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

* * * * *

As Julian crashed into the water fifteen minutes later,
Melanie held up her “3” sign. Nate held up “4.” Carl held up “1.”

“You were a bit shaky in the final stretch,” Melanie
informed Julian after he got out of the pool. “Next time try to focus more on
balance than momentum, and work on those flailing arms.”

Ben did an almost perfect headfirst landing, spitting water
high into the air as he surfaced. Melanie and Nate each gave him a “9,” and
Carl gave him an “8.”

“Very, very impressive,” said Melanie. “I was particularly
taken by the spitting. If you can manage a bit more fluidity when you surface,
you’ll be on your way to a long and prosperous career.”

Dennis bashed against the side of the slide as he rounded
the final curve, spilling into the water in a barely-conscious heap. Melanie
awarded him a “2” for sympathy, Nate gave him a “1,” and Carl gave him a “10.”

“You probably shouldn’t do that again,” Melanie told Dennis.

* * * * *

Melanie had never been very good at air hockey, and tonight
she absolutely sucked at it. Even with Julian clearly trying to let her win she
was unable to score a single point, excluding the six she accidentally scored
against herself.

Unwilling to admit defeat, she played against Ben and lost.
Then she played against Nate and lost. Then she played against Keith and lost.
Then she played against Leo and lost. Her right hand was starting to get sore,
which was her excuse when she played against Dennis and lost. She got far too
enthusiastic during her game with Steve, sending a puck nearly flying into his
face, and he withdrew from the competition for safety reasons. She played
against Carl and won. Though he had picked up the puck with his hand and
dropped it into his own goal ten times, Melanie still savored the hard-won
victory.

* * * * *

Melanie set down five tiles, forming QUARTZ. “Let’s see,
that’s twenty-four points on a triple word score, so I believe we’re looking at
seventy-two points total. My, my, my, you must feel so alone in the world.”

She was playing against Carl, Nate, and Julian, and was
absolutely obliterating them. Their Scrabble scores combined didn’t beat hers,
although QUARTZ on the triple word score had a lot to do with that. Their glory
from the air hockey tournament had been short-lived. Melanie ridiculed them
often and with great skill.

* * * * *

“Turn it left!”

“It won’t
go
left!”

“Of course it will go left. All you have to do is
turn
it left!”

“The joystick is defective.”

Carl grabbed the joystick out of Melanie’s hand. “It’s not
defective, it’s fine. See, you push the red button to accelerate, the blue
button to brake, and push the joystick in whichever direction you want to turn,
including but not limited to left.”

“It wasn’t working,” Melanie insisted.

“Maybe your hand wasn’t working.”

She threw a handful of popcorn at him. “I beg to differ.”

Carl gave her back the joystick. “That’s all you have to do.
Push the red button and turn…see, you’re—no, you just ran over somebody. Now
you just ran over somebody else. I guess you’ve just decided to go on a
vehicular homicide spree.”

“The joystick isn’t working.”

“Did you know I can catch popcorn in my mouth?”

* * * * *

“So, what, you catch two pieces out of twenty and I’m
supposed to be impressed?”

“You weren’t throwing them right.”

“I hit you in the freakin’ nose and you still couldn’t catch
it. You’re just making up skills whenever you feel like it.”

“You try it,” said Carl, flinging a piece of popcorn at her.
Melanie caught it in her mouth. Carl stuck out his lower lip in an exaggerated
pout. “Here, run over some more pedestrians.”

* * * * *

“The object is to get Milton Monkey to collect as many bananas
as possible,” Melanie explained. She’d gotten lost for twenty minutes trying to
find her room again to retrieve the handheld video game, and had been forced to
use the intercom to wake Rupert up. Though it was nearly three in the morning,
he’d been remarkably polite about it. “You use this button to jump and this one
to duck.”

“Got it,” said Carl, taking the game from her. With her
permission, the other men had finally gone to bed, while she and Carl sat on
lounge chairs next to the pool.

“I had fun tonight,” said Melanie.

“Good. Me too.”

“Was it like this with my aunt?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, just hanging out, playing games, having a good
time.”

Carl nodded. “Yeah, sometimes. You’re a lot like her, at
least when you’re not calling us the scum of the earth.”

“I never said scum of the earth. I only thought it.”

“What do you think now?”

“Honestly? I’m trying to block that whole aspect. As long as
I can forget that you guys are professional love slaves, I’m enjoying myself.”

“I didn’t mean, what did you think of the whole harem thing,
but what do you think of us? Me.”

Melanie hesitated. “It’s too early to say. You’re lots of
fun to hang out with.”

“You know, it doesn’t
have
to be about sex.” He
grinned. “You could keep us around as chaste playmates.”

“Look, I’m sorry that you’re losing your jobs, especially
one this cushy, but I can’t keep an eight-guy harem in my house. I can’t even
believe that this is the kind of decision I had to make. I mean, this isn’t the
kind of example they use in ethics class. I’m guessing that most people can
live long, long lives without ever having to decide whether or not to keep the
eight-guy harem open for business.”

“You should enjoy that you’ve been blessed with such a
unique choice.”

“Now you’re seeming a bit desperate.”

“Sorry,” said Carl.

“I had a great time tonight, but I can’t even begin to
conceive what kind of kinky shit happened in this place before Aunt Penelope
died. I mean, you guys are hot as hell, and there are eight of you.”

Had she really just told him that they were “hot as hell?”

“It really wasn’t all that kinky,” said Carl.

“You lie.”

Carl hesitated. “Uh, yeah.”

“Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. I had a great time
tonight. Thanks.”

“No problem. Do I get a good night kiss?”

Melanie stood up, yawned, and stretched. “Nah. I’m pretty
sure I know where those lips have been. A hug would be okay, though.”

Carl stood up and gave her a hug. As great as it felt, and
as much as she wanted to revise her statement about the lack of a good night
kiss, she forced herself to pull away.

She wished him pleasant dreams and left the harem.

“Holy fucking shit!” said Dawn, as they walked into one of
the bathrooms. “You’ve even got one of those things that squirts water on you
when you’re done. What are those called?”

“I’m not sure,” Melanie admitted.

“Let’s ask your butler.” Dawn pressed the button on the
intercom. “Rupert?”

Rupert immediately stepped into the open doorway. Dawn had
summoned him less than a minute ago with a question about whether or not the
wide-screen television had satellite reception (it did), so he hadn’t had time
to go far. “Yes, ma’am?”

“What’s this thing called?” Dawn asked, pointing to the
water-squirting thing.

“A bidet, ma’am.”

“A bidet. How cool is that? Thanks, Rupert.”

Rupert nodded and left.

“I think you’re starting to piss off my butler,” said
Melanie.

“I’m sorry, but this place is great! Where’s the harem?”

It had been like this in every room. Dawn would react by
saying “Holy fucking shit!” then she’d page Rupert to ask a question, then
she’d demand to know where the harem was, and then she’d express her outrage
that Melanie hadn’t taken advantage of any of the men last night.

“We’ll get to it,” Melanie promised.

“I can’t believe you didn’t take the opportunity to get
laid,” said Dawn. “This wealth has messed with your libido.”

“It has not.”

“Your entire brain, then.”

“No. Dawn, these are eight men who have allowed themselves
to live in my aunt’s mansion as nothing but love slaves! It’s sick!”

“Here’s a question for you. If your bidet broke and you
needed to hire a plumber, wouldn’t you want somebody who did nothing but work
as a plumber? You wouldn’t want somebody who was a preschool teacher and just
repaired bidets on the side, right? So if you’re looking for sex, wouldn’t you
want somebody who does nothing but fuck for a living?”

“That’s called a prostitute.”

“Yeah, but for now let’s call them professional love slaves.
When do I get to see the harem?”

“I honestly don’t feel you’re mature enough to handle it.”

“Oh, don’t be such a wench,” said Dawn, swatting her on the
arm.

“You’re going to embarrass me.”

“Then introduce me and leave. Slide food under the door
every once in a while.” Dawn grinned. “I’m only kidding. Give me a quick tour
of the harem and then we’ll come back and see how many channels you get. Maybe
we should page Rupert and ask.”

“Don’t page Rupert. I’ll take you to the harem.”

* * * * *

Dawn’s jaw dropped almost to her cleavage as they entered
the harem. The guys were all in the main room, shirtless and posing. Julian was
doing his push-ups. Carl was standing right by the door, and he’d apparently
oiled up his chest.

“Melanie, welcome back!” he said. “I see you’ve brought a
lovely guest.” He extended his hand toward Dawn. “I’m Carl. And you are…?”

Dawn gazed around the room in awe. “Huh?”

“He wants to know your name,” said Melanie.

“Oh. Tell him.”

“Carl, this is Dawn. Dawn, Carl.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you,” said Carl, shaking her hand.

“Yeah,” said Dawn.

Carl took them around the room and introduced Dawn to all of
the men. By the seventh guy, she’d recovered enough from the shock to say her
name in a semi-coherent manner.

“So, ladies, go ahead and change into your swimsuits,” Carl
urged. “The water slide is open for business.”

Melanie led Dawn to the sauna, letting the door swing closed
behind them.

“You didn’t fuck
any
of them?” asked Dawn.

“No.”

“Melanie, these men are…they’re romance novel cover models!
You said they take skills tests, have minimum length requirements, are
guaranteed disease-free, and will obey your every command, and you didn’t even
kiss
one of them?”

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

“That’s just wrong. That’s like having a box of Godiva
chocolates and throwing it in the trash. What kind of person takes a box of
Godiva chocolates and throws it in the trash?
Godiva
chocolates! You
just don’t do that to them!”

“Put on your swimsuit and shut up.”

The women quickly changed out of their clothes. Melanie had
seen her friend naked before, but still felt that tinge of jealousy seeing
Dawn’s slim body and small but firm breasts. Then she let out a snort of
laughter.

“What?” asked Dawn.

“Please tell me you didn’t shave especially for your harem
visit.”

Dawn glanced down at her completely shaved pussy. “That
doesn’t sound like something I’d do.” She pulled on her bikini bottom. Hot pink
and quite revealing.

“Jesus, why don’t you just wear a thong while you’re at it?”

“Hey, you’ve got the tits, I’ve got the ass.” Dawn put on
her matching hot pink bikini top while Melanie got into her boring blue bathing
suit. “So do they really just sit there all day, posing?”

“Absolutely.”

“This place is fucking awesome.”

They walked out of the sauna, and it was immediately clear
that Dawn’s swimsuit was capturing the men’s attention.

“So how does this work?” Dawn asked.

“How does what work?”

“This. The harem. Do I shout for their attention or
something?”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“Nothing bad, I promise.” Dawn let loose with a loud
whistle. “Attention, gentlemen,” she called out. “Please gather in front of the
sauna.”

Without hesitation, the eight men walked over to the sauna,
facing the women in a perfect line.

“I can’t believe that worked,” said Dawn. Melanie
desperately wished that she had something in her hands that she could nervously
fidget with.

“So is it true that you obey all of my friend’s commands?”
Dawn asked.

The men nodded.

“Can I have power of attorney?”

“Dawn—!”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. This will probably be my only
chance to ever have eight muscular stud bunnies under my command, and I want to
have some fun with it. C’mon, let’s enjoy ourselves for once.”

“You know what? Fine. To be honest, I’d kind of like to see
this.” She turned and addressed the men. “Anybody have a problem with Dawn
being in charge here?”

“Hell no,” said Julian.

“Okay, well, then she’s your official mistress or whatever
you want to call her.” Melanie stepped back, ready to enjoy that special moment
when Dawn realized that she’d bitten off far more than she could chew.

That special moment, however, was biding its time. Dawn
surveyed the men and licked her lips. “Well, well, well,” she said, walking
down the line as if she’d done this a million times. “You all certainly look
like strong, healthy men. How about you all just make a muscle for me?”

This was obviously a command that the men absolutely
relished. They all made enthusiastic muscles, with Julian doing a rather
impressive squat as well. Carl flexed his own biceps and winked at Melanie.

They looked damn good.

Dawn walked back up the line, spending a moment looking at
each one of them. “Very, very nice,” she said. “At ease.”

The men relaxed. Almost all of them had shit-eating grins.
They were enjoying this
far
too much.

Dawn walked over and tapped Julian on the chest. “So, you
really have to do whatever I say?”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“Then get your ass down and do some more push-ups.”

Julian dropped to the ground and began to do vigorous
push-ups. Dawn counted twenty of them and then instructed him to stand back up.
Julian did so, not having even broken a sweat.

Melanie found herself wondering what it would be like to be
under him during those push-ups.

Dawn walked to the next man, the blond. “Your name again?”

“Stephen, but you can call me Steve.”

“Steve, do you have any special talents like that?”

“Yes, ma’am. Many.”

“Such as?”

“I’m very good with my tongue.”

Several of the guys snickered. “I didn’t give you permission
to laugh,” said Dawn, clearly having a ball with her dominatrix persona. “Laugh
again and Melanie will spank your ass. Got it?”

“I am completely uninvolved,” said Melanie. “I’m a passive
observer. Keep me out of this.”

“Okay, then I’ll make you spank each
other’s
asses,
and I’m sure that nobody wants that except me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Steve.

Dawn walked up and down the line. “I just don’t know what to
do with all of you. It’s quite the quandary, I must say. Eight hot guys under
my command. So many possibilities. Whatever will I do?”

“Ma’am, permission to speak, ma’am,” said Keith, standing at
rigid attention.

“Go ahead.”

“Ma’am, we would like to dance for you, ma’am.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” said Dawn. She glanced over
at Melanie. “What do you think?”

“Quit looking to me for approval.”

Dawn returned her attention to Keith. “Yes, that’s an
excellent idea.”

“Ma’am, thank you, ma’am.”

“Please have a seat, milady,” said Dennis, taking Dawn’s
hand and kissing it. “We’ll be back.”

The men hurried off into one of the rooms. Melanie grabbed
two beach chairs and dragged them over to where Dawn stood.

“You seem to be having the time of your life.”

“Oh, c’mon, this is fun as hell and you know it,” said Dawn,
sitting down. “If they’re enjoying it and I’m enjoying it, where’s the harm?”

“It’s just…I don’t know…”

“If we’d grabbed strange men off the street, slapped dog
collars on them, and forced them at gunpoint to dance, then yeah, we’d have a
serious moral dilemma. But these guys auditioned! They passed rigorous
screening exams and went through training. They’ve been sitting around for a
month…let the poor bastards dance for us!”

“And then what?”

“Then I take two or three of ‘em to bed with me. But after
they dance.”

The lights went out.

Melanie and Dawn sat in complete darkness for a few seconds.

Suddenly the place lit up like a disco club. Multi-colored
lights moved in circles around the floor, and loud, pounding music with a heavy
techno beat began to play.

The men emerged from the room in a line, all of them wearing
black leather jackets and carrying riding crops. They walked to a spot several
feet in front of Melanie and Dawn, and then simultaneously broke into synchronized
and very impressive dance moves.

They all slapped the riding crops against their palms in
unison and in time with the music.

“Yeah!” Dawn shouted. She whistled loudly. “Shake it!”

The men shook it. Then they pulled off the leather jackets,
swung them over their heads, and tossed them across the room.

They smacked the riding crops against their palms again,
this time also swaying their hips in a more than slightly suggestive manner.

Melanie burst into appreciative laughter and clapped her
hands.

“Yeah!” Dawn repeated. “You know what Momma likes!”

The men held their riding crops over their head and
bench-pressed them in time with the musical beat. The swaying of their hips
transformed into a thrusting of their hips.

They smacked the riding crops against the floor.

This went on for another three minutes until the song ended
and the lights went out.

Melanie and Dawn applauded like crazy.

A few seconds later, the regular lights came back on. They
must’ve been on some kind of timer. The men were all standing in various
muscle-flexing poses.

“I want to live here!” Dawn shouted.

After a moment, the men dropped their poses and returned to
the line. Dawn stood back up. “How many routines like that do you have
prepared?” she asked.

“Eighteen,” said Carl.

“How many of them involve riding crops?”

“Twelve.”

“Well, it was very impressive. So you
really
have to
do whatever I say, huh?”

The men nodded.

“And what if I were to, I don’t know, say something about
those bathing suits covering too much?”

No way. Melanie couldn’t believe this. Dawn was just
teasing, right? She wasn’t really going to tell the men to get naked, was she?

“Ma’am, request permission to speak freely, ma’am,” said
Keith.

“Granted.”

“Ma’am, I just wanted to agree with you on the matter of the
swim trunks, ma’am.”

“Well then, Keith, since you’ve stated your agreement for
all to hear, why don’t you be the first to rectify the unpleasant situation?”

“Ma’am, not a problem, ma’am.”

Keith grabbed the waistband of his swimsuit and tugged them
down. He squatted, removed them entirely, and dropped them on the ground in
front of him.

Melanie sucked in a deep breath. She’d really never expected
Dawn to take it this far. Keith had a long, thick penis that was amazing even
hanging limp. It was huge. The sight of it sent a shiver through Melanie’s
body.

She realized that she was staring. Then she realized that
Carl was watching her staring, a huge grin on his face. She immediately turned
away and pretended to be studying the wall.

“Oh,” said Dawn. “Oh, my. May I touch it?”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am.”

“Goody.”

Dawn ran her fingers over his cock and through his neatly
trimmed pubic hair. Then she stepped back.

“Who in this line does
not
want to show me their
cock?”

Nobody raised their hands.

“Because I’m gonna make this one voluntary. I’ve got plenty
to keep my eyes busy with Keith here, so don’t feel like you have to
participate. Anybody who wants to keep their swimsuits in place, take one step
forward.”

Nobody took a step forward.

“Good,” said Dawn, sounding a bit flustered. “Then let’s
move down the line.”

Melanie watched, transfixed, as Dawn instructed each of the
men in turn to remove their shorts. Carl hadn’t been lying…they were all
extremely well hung gentlemen, and Nate’s cock was an amazing appendage even if
it was the shortest in the group. Dawn moved through the line slowly, lingering
over each man, personally stroking each penis as it was exposed.