"You don't know what this would mean for me, Mr Eithan..."

"Call me Eithan," he interjected.

"Everything would be perfect, my family," she paused. "My family would be proud of me. My father..." she turned sharply to face Eithan. Her eyes were pleading.

"Promise me this is not a joke," her voice was hoarse and her face shone as the sun began to set.

"Feel free to call the police if this turns out to be anything different from what I've just told you."

Lana stared at him for some time, nodded and swallowed hard.

"So what next?" she asked.

"I'll leave you with my card. You can call the number stated whenever you've decided to accept the offer and I'll make preparations for your flight."

"That's it?" she asked as she fingered the card.

"Great opportunities can come in small ways, can't they? I expect to hear from you soon, miss, have a good night rest," he bowed slightly and turned around. She watched him cross the street and hail a cab.

She looked down at the card and sighed pleasantly. Tears began to form in her eyes. She tucked away strands of hair behind her ears and imagined how better off she would be if the whole thing was true. To work for a wealthy family? Who would have known? She bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop the tears from rolling down. But it was futile.

***

Andrew's house was an eight room mansion designed in a Victorian style. Well pruned shrubs and beautiful flowers hugged the building and with the way they flourished, it was obvious that they had been under the care of an expert gardener.

Andrew pulled up on the allotted space for his car and got out.

Frank, the butler, waited for him at the doorway in his smart uniform and alert countenance. Frank was a forty five year old assiduous man who had worked for the Sinclair's for five successful years. He loved his job, he loved his pay, he kept his mouth shut and followed instructions diligently and so they kept him.

"Welcome, sir," he greeted with a respectful bow.

"Thank you, Frank," Andrew responded and blinked twice, his eyes heavy with sleep.

"Would you like to have your lunch now, sir?" Frank followed him closely behind after noticing his unbalanced movement.

"No, Frank, I'd like to be left alone for the rest of the day. Don't let anyone bother me unless it's Stan. Understood?" He didn't wait for an answer and began to climb up the stairs.

Frank watched him as he climbed unsteadily.

Andrew, still trying to maintain focus, missed a step and slipped but caught himself almost immediately.

"Careful, sir," Frank stretched his hand out as though to catch him.

Andrew cursed. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"I could arrange some ice cubes for you if you want, sir," Frank offered.

Andrew grunted. He held on to the gold railing for support until he took the last step. He pushed open the door to his bedroom and closed it with a bang. The large bedroom seemed to welcome his presence as a rush of air flooded in from the large curtained window.

Without taking off his work clothes, he collapsed on the bed and slept off.

***

Stan had not waited two minutes when there was a knock on his hotel door.

He smirked pleasantly, finished the vodka in his glass, checked his outfit again and then walked to the door. He was wearing semi-formal pants paired with his black shirt that was opened two buttons down. Soon, the shirt would be off and his hard toned chest would soon be slapping against bouncy tits. The small tat on the left side of his chest that read "Sexy as Hell" always gave his women something to fantasize about when he thrusted deep into them. Since he'd gotten the tattoo, all the females he'd been with had run their fingers over it.

The door opened to reveal a dark skinned girl. Just one look at her told him she had no bra underneath. He liked them to appear that way.

"Come in," he smiled.

The dark girl looked unsure for a while. He beckoned on her again and she stepped in.

"Here, have a drink," he offered her a glass of vodka and sat opposite her, still smiling leeringly.

He had personally chosen one of the new girls because the shy and nervous looks on their faces always enticed him. But they always turn out to be experts when the real show begins.

"I want you to know that I did not just pay to have a random girl here, I always carefully select my choice, and when I did see you I was like…damn!"

The girl looked down and smiled.

"The name's Nicki, isn't it?"

"Yes," she replied with a small voice.

"Ah! You'll make me come with that kind of voice, Nicki. Now come on, enough of the talking, show me what you can do," he spread his legs a little further with purpose.

Nicki dropped the glass slowly and got up, her eyes never leaving his.

Stan was burning up on his insides, the girl's slow movements were torturing him and he patted himself for choosing her as dinner tonight.

Nicki loosened the belt that held her dress together and down they went to the floor. Indeed, she had no bra on and damn the black lace panties! Long, flawless, brown legs began to walk towards him.

Stan cursed silently and forced himself to remain on the sofa, watching her.

She bent over him and wrapped her hands around his shoulder. Her tits on full display was better than any movie he had watched.

"Whatever you want," she whispered into his ear and licked the lobe.

"Say daddy."

"Whatever you want," the girl paused and sat on his lap, "Daddy..."

All his self control melted away instantly. He flipped her over with one powerful scoop and pulled her panties down...

***

Rays of the morning sun seeped through the window and settled on Andrew's delicate face. He grunted and turned his face to the other side. Feeling a rumbling in his stomach, he remembered that he had not had anything since the previous afternoon.

He got up slowly and managed to sit on the bed. A sharp pain coursed through his body from sleeping in an awkward posture. Stretching towards the bedside table, he rang the bell that indicated he was in need of something. He began to unbutton his shirt weakly.

There was a tap on the door soon.

"Come in."

"Good morning, sir, did you have a good night?" Frank asked. Andrew thought he sounded like a chirping bird.

"Barely," his voice sounded distant and echoed in his head. "What's for breakfast this morning?"

"Is there anything special you would like to have, sir?"

Andrew stood and took off his shirt. "Something with avocados."

"We'll have that brought up right now..."

"Don't bother, I'll eat at the table."

"Alright, anything else, sir?"

Andrew raised the corner of his lip. It always amused him how eager Frank was to serve.

"Call up the doctor too, ask if he could make it here before noon."

"Alright, sir, I'll do just that. The new assistant will get your breakfast ready as soon as possible."

"New?" he raised a brow. "What happened to the old one?"

"She's gone off to Ohio to settle with her fiance, I'm afraid," Frank replied, just as he had been instructed.

"And why was I not informed?"

"I, er," Frank stuttered. Surely, he had not been told by her what to say if Andrew asked this. "It was urgent, sir. My apologies."

Andrew frowned and turned away from him. "You may leave."

"Yes, sir. If you need anything else, sir, I'll be down," Frank bowed and left.