Malik wandered through the halls of his lavish mansion. In fact, lavish would be an understatement. IT was much, much more. The place was less of a mansion and more of a palace. It consisted of over 100 bedrooms, kitchen, living areas, play areas, office space, and recreation areas which took up acres and acres of secluded land a few miles from the National Highway.
On top of the house the grounds contained an expansive garage which housed Malik's second favorite interest- cars. The first interest being of course, the whole reason the house was built how it was, and also the reason it was so set back from the rest of the population. Without the exact geographical points given out on the invites of his frequent party guests, no one knew how to get to Malik's most prized possession. His house of fun. His house of fuck.
Malik smiled at the odd staff member he passed in the halls, not hesitating to reach out at pat them affectionately. He loved his staff which consisted of a numerous amount of young men and women, none of which were over the age of 30, not bad considering he himself was only a mere 29. He had family money which his quick wit and brains had quickly helped to multiply.
But we digress, the reason he so loved to pet his staff was, well, they were naked. On his own decree all 200 staff members possessed healthy, toned bodies which barely ever wore clothes. Their uniforms consisted of nakedness or, for the men, bowties, knickers, or pants depending on the occasion, and for girls, nothing more than various assortments of panties and bras.
He sunk himself into the plush confines of a leather sofa in the recreation room. Turning on the TV he began watching a movie he'd wanted to see for a while. He flicked at a button on the remote next to him and in a few minutes a sexy woman appeared at the door.
"You called Malik?" He nodded absentmindedly, waiting for a song sequence to come on before instructing the girl to come closer. After she stood before him, braless and in a pair of hot pink crotch less panties, he had her kneel before him.
"Hey Babygirl," his husky voice caressed her just like the fingers of the nimble hand that reached out to brush away a wayward piece of hair.
"Hello Malik," she whispered back in a demure voice.
"Go on then," he commanded, "I haven't been here in two days you know that." She knew what to do without further instruction.