Chapter 1

8pm – Mansion 3rd floor - My wife Belinda and I joined our new employer Mistress Mary on the four king-sized mattresses in the middle of the ‘camping room’ floor. Eleven children were already there, with the oldest telling jokes to the others. All of us wore pajamas.

Instead of using the big 3rd floor room at the top of the grand staircase as a large living room, the family called it the ‘camping room’. Every night, Mistress Mary would read the children a bedtime story before the younger kids went to bed in their own rooms at 8pm. Mary said, “Sometimes we help the kids hold marshmallows on sticks near the fireplace and eat them as bedtime snacks. On holidays most of the family cuddles and sleeps here together.”

She looked at my son and daughter, “If you’re at least 14, and think you’re grown up enough to be big boys and girls, you can stay here until 10. We kiss and talk about adult things. If you’re not 14, or you don’t want to kiss somebody and talk about grown-up stuff, 8pm is bedtime.” She stared at my son Kevin Junior, who got the hint and went to his new bedroom. He was only 13.

Mary asked, “So who would you like to kiss, Rachel?” My daughter was only 14. She blushed fiercely and replied, “Um ... I...” I saw her bite her lip as she looked at one of the boys. “I’m tired too. Good night.” I was surprised she already had a crush. Mary patted her shoulder as she got up, then said, “Good night, cutie. Sleep well.”

I was disappointed a pair of beautiful little blondes got up and left, too. Mary noticed me staring and teased, “The twins are only 13 and a half, Kevin. Hands off for now.” She and I chuckled, but my wife was jealous and annoyed. Mary turned away from me and said, “Bill, David, I know you like kissing girls. Would you like to kiss Belinda?” The 14 and 16-year-olds nodded eagerly, then started moving toward my wife on the huge mattress. Mary reminded them, “If you want to, ask her. You need permission first, right?”

“Belinda, can we kiss you?” “Kiss me, Belinda?”

My wife looked at me and I nodded, allowing her some illicit fun so that I might get some later. The boys eagerly took turns kissing her, as the rest of us watched.

“Ann, Becky, would you like to kiss Kevin?”

Ann was only 14 and shook her head slowly. Pretty 15-year-old brunette Becky leaned over and kissed my lips.

Mary reminded her, “You need to ask first.”

Becky rubbed my shoulder. “Can I kiss you, please?”

“Sure.”

She licked my lips and slid her tongue into my mouth, then crawled on top of me. We kept French kissing until she started rocking her hips, pressing her crotch against my thigh repeatedly.

Mary asked, “Boys, would you like to feel what’s inside her pajamas?”

“Please? Can we please?”

Belinda nodded, and I heard her moan a little as the older boy reached under her top and fondled a breast.

Becky put her hand on the crotch of my pajamas as I heard Belinda say, “Wait. Just wait. I think this is wrong. I’m married.”

I turned and saw her push the boy’s hand away. I told her, “If you want to, I’m okay with it.”

“I ... I can’t do this. We can’t do this.” She tugged on my hand and continued, “I’m sorry, we can’t! They’re just kids!”

Mary tried to reassure her, “They’re very happy kids. It’s okay.”

Belinda stood and said, “Sorry. I just can’t! Goodnight.”

I suppressed my desire to stay and followed Belinda to our bedroom. I kissed her when I climbed in bed next to her, but she silently rolled away from me. I fell asleep aroused but ashamed.

10 hours earlier

We made ourselves as presentable as possible but didn’t have a car or even money for a taxi. We took a city bus and it dropped us off at the stop two miles from Milton Manor. On the long walk there, I pondered our situation.

After my wife Belinda and I lost our jobs and house, we did the only thing we could. We moved across the country and lived in her cousin’s guest room. Our son Kevin Junior and daughter Rachel slept on the fold-out sofa in the living room. We were desperate for work and searched every day. After two months, her cousin was close to kicking us out on the street.

Luckily, we finally got an interview. A wealthy family wanted to hire a handyman and a tutor. Since I had worked for an HVAC company and Belinda had been a 4th grade teacher, we thought we were a perfect fit.

From over a block away, we noticed the large mansion looked ‘1990’s modern’. The whole front of the house was metal and tinted glass, with obvious solar panels covering most of the roof. The security fence across the front of the property was shiny stainless steel.

At the driveway gate, I pressed the ‘talk’ button. I saw a security camera move to point at us. A man’s voice asked, “Names please?”

“Kevin and Belinda Kayhill. We’re here for a job interview.”

“You’re early, that’s good. Come on in.” There was a loud buzz and a ‘click’, then the gate retracted. As we walked up the long driveway, the vehicles amazed us. There were Lamborghinis in red, black, and yellow, a couple of classic Ferraris from the 80’s, a silver Bently convertible only a few months old, and at least a dozen other impressive cars.

On the more boring side of the driveway, there were a couple of vans, a touring bus, a limousine, a shiny red F450 pickup truck with a large boat on a trailer, a Jeep, a pair of four-wheeler ATVs on a trailer, and a large RV. I wasn’t a big motorcycle fan, but there were a half dozen parked under a carport behind the RV. I guessed there were over five million dollars’ worth of vehicles in all.

My slender redheaded wife joked, “I hope they can afford to pay us at least minimum wage.” I laughed and patted her shoulder.

One of the glass French doors swung open as we ascended the shiny metal steps in front. An attractive blonde lady in a maid’s outfit waved us inside. “I’m Melissa. Please come in.” She led us to a huge open-layout kitchen, dining, and living room. “There are drinks and snacks in the fridge, please help yourselves.”

We got sodas and snacks, and set them on the counter when she said, “Meet Dwight and Reggie.” Two dark-skinned gentlemen wearing suits walked in and shook our hands. One had a neatly trimmed beard and a ponytail, but the other was completely bald.

I noticed a bulge under the bald one’s arm that might be a gun. He said, “I’m Reggie, and I handle security. My husband Dwight is an accountant. Please hand him your phones and let me check you for other electronic devices.” We passed over our phones, and he waved an electronic scanner around our bodies. “They’re clean. Let’s sit and have a chat.”

Dwight cleared his throat as he took a seat next to Reggie. “Ahem, I’m an accountant and former attorney. Melissa is the housekeeper but we all help a little. It’s a big place. Her husband Bruce is the gardener.

If you take the handyman position, it also includes basic auto maintenance work. You’ll handle common things like oil changes and flat tires, and any repairs around the house. If Bruce needs a hand in the yard, you’ll help him when you have time. If you need a hand with your work, he’ll do the same. As the primary tutor, your wife will also help Melissa clean up after the children.

Our chef Dante and his wife, nurse Valentina, have this week off.”

Reggie cleared his throat. “Uhum, Valentina is a nurse and massage therapist.” He smiled as he said, “Everybody gets a massage at least once a week, and a checkup monthly. Our stylist Bree will be back tonight. She’s great with hair and makeup and gives massages too. Her girlfriend Elizabeth teaches art and music, watches the kids a lot, and arranges our entertainment.”

Dwight said, “One question I know you have is, ‘How much does the job pay?’ Let me be the first to tell you, that question doesn’t even make sense here. If you get the positions, you and your children will live here. This will be your new home. We have everything we need, and nearly anything we might want. There’s a hot tub, bar, pool table, piano, and a home theatre downstairs. The back yard has a tennis court, basketball court, and a large pool with diving boards and a three-story water slide.

We only get one day off a week but a one-week vacation every month. Just imagine a moment, how nice it is to get a vacation EVERY MONTH! You saw the vehicles in the driveway? We can use any of them. You can take a couple of sports cars to the track a few miles down the highway and race each other. My best is 196 in the Maserati, but Reggie got the twin turbo Corvette up to 199. For nearly as much fun, take a Lamborghini or Bently downtown and hundreds of people will stare at you.

If you like the outdoors, take the boat to a lake and water ski or fish, or take the Jeep and go camping. Take the bus or RV and travel around the country, either one is more comfortable than a motel. You can even take two monthly vacations back-to-back and be away two weeks if you want. Bring your kids with if you like. If not, you won’t need to worry about getting a babysitter.

If you enjoy fancy clothes, our Mistress has unlimited accounts with most of the major designers and retailers. Buy dozens of dresses or suits a month, she won’t mind. If you have reason to want something, there’s a high chance you can get it. Bruce got a private pilot’s license and Mistress Mary bought a plane. Almost a million bucks, just like that.” He snapped his fingers.