Chapter 7

Amber was back in Lord DeGraves’ office, sitting in the single chair before it. There had been a wonderful dinner, the best she had ever eaten, and the cupcakes she had been told about were, in fact, served for dessert. She passed on them, as had been suggested to her, as had Lord DeGraves.

During the dinner, everyone had been relaxed and friendly, and talked with each other like friends. Several whom she had not met introduced themselves: Dr. Sanders, Dr. Cole, Julie Richards (whom folks called Nurse Julie), and Jeremy; each welcomed her and told her a bit about themselves. When all the dinner guests had finished, and there had been a number she hadn’t met yet as they had been sitting at the far end of the table, people stood and adjourned to other parts of the house, and Lord DeGraves had asked her into his office. He entered a few moments later, carrying a small bag.

“Now, Ms. DeVries, I hope you have had all of your questions answered. I am sorry I could not do that for you myself. Are you ready for me to propose the arrangement?

“I think so,” she said, the worry plain on her face.

“Did you choose to take the offer made by my grandchildren?” asked DeGraves.

“Um, no. I thought about it, but, see, I don’t have any friends, and my family, well, they’re why I don’t have any friends. My Pop was why I had to leave home. After I left, my mom died. He’s an abusive asshole drunk, pardon my language, sir. If I took what your grandchildren offered, I’d have to do everything alone. Everyone here is so friendly, and they seem to really care what I think, what I want to do! I’m very lonely, Lord DeGraves. That’s part of how I wound up with T Rad. Bethany said I wouldn’t have to stay here forever or anything, just several months during the arrangement. I want to be useful. I want to make a difference to someone. I’m really afraid of dying alone. I almost did a few times, and I got lucky. But the cops, and the hospitals, and the shelters, they help short term ... Never mind. It’s just that everyone here -- they’re looking out for each other. They were even looking out for me, and they don’t even know me! Everybody seems to really care, even you. You saved me from God only knows what! And you don’t even know me.”

Lord DeGraves looked at her solemnly. “Amber, you won’t understand this, not really, but I do know you. We have never met, but ... I know you. Just as I knew Mr. Jones, T Rad. I know everyone who comes to me, the good and the bad, and their history and much of their potential futures. Amber, I know what you have suffered, and I know what good you will do, the pains you will ease, the lives you will save.”

“Wha... ?”

“As you said a moment ago, never mind’. I will make my offer to you now. I will give you two million dollars and a living place here at the house in exchange for living here for three months with my family, wearing only this.” He removed a headband with cat ears upon it from the bag he had brought. He handed the headband to Amber.

She took it, and looked at it for a long moment. She looked back at Lord DeGraves. “You knew.

First grade. My cat costume for Halloween at school. And Bobby Franklin played with my hair, and I had a crush ... and I wished ... and later, when I started ... I had fantasies ... you knew! Didn’t you?”

Lord DeGraves nodded.

“Holy shit ... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say that. But that’s just scary. They told me. They did. I’m really going to get into this hard and heavy, aren’t I?”

“Your deepest fantasy is very close to the surface. How heavily you indulge in it is up to you,” said DeGraves. He paused, then said, “You are an observant and very intelligent young lady. I will tell you this, because I can, and because you should know.” He paused, then said, “Ms.

DeVries ... Amber ... most people in this world would not call me a nice man. Many would call me diabolical, even evil. Some people’s lives are ruined by accepting my deals. Things have changed here, at the house. My grandchildren have made a profound change in how things are here, now.

As it used to be, I would have offered you the money under these conditions and sent you on your way, and pay you as agreed when you completed the arrangement. In that future, you would have become a fetish call-girl, you would have gotten plastic surgery on your nose and ears, whiskers tattooed on your face, and would have served a clientele of men and women with a very particular interest. I suppose you could still choose to do that, but I see a better, different future for you now, because of your association with my grandchildren.”

“What happens, now?”

“Let us not spoil it. It will come to you, and if you accept it, you will use your money for better purposes: an education, opening your own practice...”

“Really?! I get to become a vet?! I love animals!” exclaimed Amber.

“I am obviously giving far too many hints.” DeGraves sighed, “Observant and intelligent indeed!

A woman who knows what she likes, and what she wants. Let me make this clear, you do not get’ to become a veterinarian, you must work hard to become one. It will not just fall in your lap. This isn’t magic. You have to work for it.”

Amber grinned at him. “Lord DeGraves, I am all in!”

DeGraves looked at her with the faintest traces of a repressed smile, and shook his head. “Call me Mason. You are going to be doing that very soon anyway.”

Amber placed the headband on her head, and smiled. She went to Mason DeGraves and threw her arms around him and put her head against his chest. “Thank you! Thank you for everything!”

DeGraves looked down at the top of her head as he slowly returned her hug. “It is my pleasure, my dear. And it will be yours,” He broke the hug, and said, a bit gruffly, “Now go on, your room is up the stairs, five doors down on the left. Our arrangement begins in five minutes, to give you time to get up there and remove your clothes. Go on, now! Shoo!”

Amber giggled and turned to go, pausing in the doorway to say “Meow!” and wink at him, then laughed and ran to the stairs.

Mason DeGraves looked at the spot where Amber had stood in the doorway, shook his head again and said, “Cats...”

Amber ran up the stairs and bounded down the hall, counting doorways. When she reached the fifth on the left, she threw open the door like a teenager, and then sprang onto the bed like a five- year-old. She tossed off her clothes, and then went to look at herself in the mirror over the empty dresser. She looked excited, not sexually excited, but more like a kid who’d been told she could have any five things in the candy store, yes, even the big chocolate assortment. She looked at the cat ears sticking up from her hair, and smiled. She winked at her image in the mirror, and said

“Meow.”

A part of her felt like this was going to be the best game ever. Another part wondered if she’d jumped in a pool many, many times over her head. She cocked her head as she suddenly noticed that there were sounds coming from back down the hall. There was definitely sex happening, she realized.

She wandered down the hall, listening, and stopped at the door the sounds were coming from, and realized there were sounds coming from downstairs, too. She opened the door in front of her and looked in. “Fucking meow!” she said, then paused, examining the words she had just spoken. Had she meant to say that? She wondered if things had already started - up until now, she’d said meow’ deliberately, jokingly. Then she shrugged, and walked through the door.

She was in a large room, with a springy floor like a mattress. A fair number of people were on that floor, all engaged in sexual activities of one sort or another. On one side of the room was a long countertop running the length of the room, with a sink and a large pile of towels and washcloths next to it in the middle, an assortment of beverages and a small minifridge on one side, and a scattered bunch of sex toys on the far end. The front of it was padded, and the padding went up the other walls for about three feet. There were padded geometrical solid shapes to one side of the room, and a large clear space on the other. There was a machine of some kind with tubes and cups and things against the wall across from the door.

She saw Julie connected to the machine, cups with tubes running from her breasts to the machine, drawing milk from her sizeable upper breasts - sure enough, she had four of them - and obviously giving her orgasmic pleasure. Her pregnant mother, Beverly was under her with her face in Julie’s pussy, which must be helping. Jim was fucking his mother’s pussy, and was sucking on one of her breasts, Damn, he was bent over incredibly flexibly, and had a muscular ass and back! Bethany was sucking on Beverly’s other breast, while the woman doctor, Maggie, was below her holding Bethany’s pregnant belly in her hands and her face in Bethany’s pussy.

The sounds of sex and pleasure were pretty loud. Amber checked herself and discovered that her libido was still anaesthetized. While she could admire Jim’s butt and back muscles flexing aesthetically, like a work of art in motion, there was no inspiration to squeeze those flexing buns in her own hands. She heard the moans and groan of those around her, and knew she should at least be tempted to slip a hand down to her crotch, or that her nipples should be at least a little stiff. She found herself feeling a bit sad, like she’d been left out of a great party. She felt like a kid on the playground that all the other kids at play were ignoring.

Wow, Julie was multi-orgasmic! Amber idly wondered how she wasn’t exhausted or just unconscious from the near constant orgasms she was obviously having. She heard someone else, a woman, working her way up to an orgasm, and heard others getting close right behind her. The sounds of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, moans and groans and the occasional “Yes!” or “Fuck me!”, the slurping sound of mouths sucking very wet body parts, bodies flexing and twisting, hands clutching and grabbing and pulling should be making her horny as hell!