Note: should I make this a series about Piper's sexcapades?
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I applied to become a house-sitter using a recommended app. My friend had made quite a few extra bucks on the side from pet and house-sitting on the weekends.
After being approved, I began to house-sit or walk and feed people's dogs on my free weekends. I was pleased with the extra income and it gave me something to do outside of my desk job. I mostly looked for jobs in the richer areas of my city. Gated communities or The Hills residents where every house was no less than 500k.
It was the summer and most people had pools, so that has been fun. I spent most weekends swimming, watching movies on 200-inch TVs, bathing in spa-inspired bathrooms, and eating great takeout. I couldn't complain at all.
I have met everyone I've sat for and even made a few connections. Everyone has been very hospitable and generous. I was looking forward to meeting my next client. His address was pulling up a community called Rose Hill toward the outskirts of the city. I knew it was more quaint, less houses, further apart. Large homes on large plots of land.
I spoke with Thomas March-Dr. March to be more correct. We planned to meet at his home on Thursday afternoon to prepare for my stay. I would be looking after his dog, Lilo, while he is away at a conference.
Thursday came quickly and I turned onto Rose Hill Road. The mountains arose in the background and the sun was dipping low in the sky greeting the peak. Immediately I saw the mansion homes looming before me. Each is nestled on its own few acres. Beautiful newly designed mansions and Victorian-inspired architecture. Pristine cars and SUVs adorned the long driveways, chariots for the ones whose paychecks are triple mine. Stone or marble lions, dogs, and even bears decorated the mouths of the drives with beckoning lamplights since there were few street lights. The sky was much brighter because of this.
The GPS took me to the end of the road, the last house on the right. I wasn't greeted by any statues on my way in, Just an asphalt drive. I pulled in behind a shiny new Lexus, surprisingly it was the only vehicle I could see. The front and sides of his mansion were lined with manicured flower beds where a variety of flowers and shrubbery were landscaped to ebb and flow perfectly. I made my way to his front door and activated the camera doorbell. I bounced nervously on the balls of my feet.
I felt like I stood there longer than necessary as everything around me was quiet I began to get paranoid. I bit my bottom lip anxiously. Thankfully I heard the lock click and the door swung open.
In front of me stood a very tall, slender man sporting only a pair of athletic shorts, his toned body was glistening with sweat. I couldn't help but look him over. His legs were long and his calves were defined. He had a sculpted stomach and chest with a tattoo across it, it seemed to be something written in Latin. His arms weren't very bulky but he seemed like he could lift a bit. His face is square, clean-shaven, and smooth. He has piercing blue eyes that sat behind black-framed glasses. His hair is the color of ash and slicked back from sweat. He smiled at me apologetically and extended his hand.
I took his hand, it was soft. I inhaled his natural scent, which was pleasant. I could slightly smell his woody deodorant but it was mostly his natural musk that smelled enticing.
He led me into the foyer before dropping my hand. "Sorry about that, my workout was intense tonight." His voice was deep and smooth and he chuckled. "You must be Piper?"
"Yes, it's nice to meet you, you have a lovely home," I replied as I looked around. It seemed to have an open floorplan but I knew there was plenty more house.
"Thank you, I hope you make yourself at home," he smiled warmly. He turned and began walking toward the large room to our left. His style so far was minimalistic, a few paintings hung on the walls and there was a 5-foot replica of Venus de Milo in the corner. A huge black velvet sectional sat in the middle of the room, or maybe 2 sectionals. They were arranged facing one another so it seems many people could congregate and conversate here.
"I don't use this living space much." He commented as we continued walking.
"Here's a bathroom." I peeked into the enormous open space. The tiles were beautiful and the walls were sea green. There was a shower that was the size of my bathroom. The toilet was even tall and looked like a bidet.
We came around to the kitchen. It's also enormous with long granite counter tops, a glass top stove, and one of the largest refrigerators I've ever seen. He motioned to a door nearest the stove and oven. "There's the pantry, please eat whatever you'd like, I buy too much for just myself." He sighed. Hmm, so he lives in this giant house alone. Not married it seems. I made a mental note of that as I fantasized about him setting me on the counter and eating me out.
I shook those thoughts away as we passed another room that looked like an actual living space. Here he has another sectional and two oversized chairs, a massive TV mounted above the fireplace, an air hockey table in the corner, a pool table in the other, a large shelf housing a record player and at least 100 vinyl records, and a bar setup.
"Feel free to do anything in here." He gestured vaguely. I just nodded as he continued the tour. We came back around and he began to ascend the large staircase. I followed him, unsure why I would need to go upstairs.
The door on the left was ajar. I saw a large bed that was unmade with clothes strewn about, and an open suitcase on the floor. I assumed that was his room. The door to the right was another bedroom. It seemed empty other than a barren bed and a wardrobe but I couldn't fully see inside. The next door on the right was a walk-in linen closet. He opened the door revealing shelves of towels and cleaning supplies.
"If you need any of these things, feel free." He closed the door.
