I followed Thomas downstairs and out to the garden. The chef had laid out a table as requested. However, Mr. Weston was far too busy setting up his equipment to notice the spread. Thomas gave me another amused look.
"You got him outside. Now, how will you make him eat?" Thomas chuckled.
I thought about it for a second. It would be a lot harder to convince him eating was photogenic. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp whistle. I turned, Mr. Weston was waving at me.
"Ms. Walton! I'm trying to center this scene. Go stand by the roses so I can use you as a marker," he said, pointing at them.
My last experience with stopping to think taught me it was better to follow his orders immediately. I walked over to the bushes. He waved his hand to the right. I moved in that direc
My footsteps echoed down the halls. This place really was so large and empty. Thomas said the cleaners were here, but I had yet to see a single person. I was starting to worry if I was even in the right place when, thankfully, I heard a voice in the distance.I followed it to a bedroom at the end of the hallway and opened the door. Thomas was talking with a group of three men in blue coveralls. He turned as he heard the door open."Anna, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Where is Mr. Weston?""He wanted to work more in his studio. I thought I should come learn how to talk with the staff," I said, walking over."Did he actually eat lunch?"I laughed. "Resentfully, but yes."Thom
Suddenly, I heard a crash come from somewhere upstairs. The studio? Mr. Weston’s face flashed through my mind. Panic immediately replaced any personal conflicts I was having. I ran up the stairs and burst into the studio. Mr. Weston was dusting himself off."What happened?" I asked, panting.He seemed shocked to see me so out of breath. "Huh? Oh, I tripped over a tripod. That's all. Are you okay, Ms. Walton?"I looked next to him. A tripod was, in fact, turned over on the floor. That was probably the crash I heard. I let out a deep sigh of relief. My heart started to slow back to its normal rhythm."Don't scare me like that again," I almost begged."I'm sorry?" His confusion made it sound more like a question than
"What?!" I managed to blurt out."Your clothes. Take them off,” he repeated, shrugging casually.I suppose, thinking about it, it wasn’t like Mr. Weston had never made that request before. But that was Jack. Our relationship was... different. I didn’t feel comfortable undressing in front of Arthur. More than that, I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of cameras being involved. I wasn’t really looking to be the mansion’s centerfold.Although, I did take some comfort in the fact that Arthur didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives in asking. His demeanor seemed completely unchanged as he asked me. Unlike Jack, he didn’t look at me hungrily, or with desire. The excitement he showed s
Though Arthur was just as careful as ever in setting up his equipment, I noticed he was moving a little quicker than usual. I guess he was afraid I might change my mind about these pictures if I was left alone for too long. As if to prove my theory, he started forcing conversation.“I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to take these photos. I am very sorry for being so pushy about it before though. I suppose I see now why you were so reluctant to agree.These pictures aren’t exactly your standard postcard image. A lot of people might be hesitant to jump straight into them. Especially with no previous experience in this area. I certainly would be,” he admitted. “I got over-excited about having you as a subject and forgot to consider your
"Mr. Weston!"I quickly pulled away from him, clutching my dress to my body. He looked just as shocked as I did. His eyes were filled with concern."What's wrong? Did the zipper pinch you?" He asked. “Here, let me look.”I took another step back as he moved towards me. This confused him even more. I suppose I was glad that Arthur was this confused by what was going on though. It meant he really had no idea what he’d just done. There was some comfort in knowing that he was just as oblivious as he seemed.I cleared my throat and tried to answer him, but it mostly came out as gibberish. “No, I-I’m fine. I just- I-I... I mean, you-”
Click.The sharp sound snapped me from my trance. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was smiling from ear to ear. Something about his smile made me very nervous. I turned towards the wall again while he was busy inspecting the photo he’d just taken.His smile wasn't inappropriate in any way, but maybe that’s why I felt so uncomfortable. Lust-filled eyes and mischievous smiles. I was used to those by now, but Arthur’s smile wasn’t like that. It was innocent, filled with simple joy. The way a child looks at a present on Christmas morning. It made me feel guilty. Like I was doing something wrong."Ms. Walton," his voice called from right next to me.I gasped and covered myself instinctively. I heard
Exhaustion forced me into a fitful sleep, but I didn’t get much rest from it. I never really slept for long, and it felt like forever before I could convince my body to sleep again. After a while, I gave up entirely. I didn't know what time it was now, but I could tell it was still dark. My first thought was of Arthur.Did he sleep somewhere else in the mansion? Had he even gone to bed yet? Thomas said it was okay to let him sleep where he collapsed, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to make sure he was comfortable. If nothing else, I should at least make sure he had a blanket and a pillow.I dragged myself from the bed and went to the closet. I fumbled around in the dim moonlight for a while until I found what I was looking for. An extra blanket and pillow. They weren't as high quality as the ones on the bed, but they would be good enough for one night
A dreamless sleep should be empty, peaceful. But mine wasn't. No images, no voices, only a general sense of panic filled the space. When I finally woke, the sun had already risen.As I stood, my legs screamed with pain. Too much time on my feet yesterday I guess. I didn’t even want to get up today, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. After all, I didn’t actually know what time it was. Thomas said he’d be back today, but I wasn’t sure when. If he was already back, then I was sure there was some more training he’d want to give me, and even if he wasn’t, I still had to take care of Mr. Weston.I forced myself to go to the closet and get dressed. I still wasn’t sure about the time, but the cool air in the room implied that it was early. As I headed downstairs, the ho
Silence filled the air again. We sat there for a while watching the flames crackle in the fireplace. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that. However, I did start to notice as his hand loosened and slowly began to slip from my side. As I glanced over, I noticed his glass beginning to tip dangerously in his hand. I gasped, catching it right before it fell."Jack!" I cried, checking to make sure it didn't spill.He jumped as if I'd startled him. I glanced over, he looked confused. Had he fallen asleep? I snickered and set his glass on the table."I think it might be time for bed,” I suggested"No, no. I was just resting my eyes," he grumbled sleepily."Well, then let's rest them in bed," I insisted, standing. I t
I think I finally understood how Arthur felt when I forced him to eat. I shoved down bite after bite, wondering how many I'd have to eat to safely be considered “done.” After a minute, I set my fork down, watching Jack out of the corner of my eye to see how he’d react. When I didn’t see any noticeable changes I finally pushed my plate away."What do you think? Should we head to bed now?" I asked, wiping my mouth."Absolutely not!" He cried indignantly. “I only have a few precious hours left with you and you already know the chances of me waking up as myself again are slim. The last thing I'm going to do is waste one second we have together sleeping."He reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips. He pressed my palm to his cheek. His eyes held a tinge of sadness as he look
Despite his insistence that we should get out of the bath, Jack still clung to me like a lovestruck schoolboy. His hands always seemed to be on me in one way or another. Drying me with a towel, playing with my hair, holding my hand. A series of small, sweet gestures that never failed to make my heart flutter. Sadly, I wasn’t able to enjoy the feeling for long. A horrifying revelation suddenly came to me. I gasped and immediately grabbed my clothes off the floor, scrambling to get dressed. He watched me, confused. "Is something wrong?" "I forgot to meet the cleaners," I said, exasperated. "I’m already super late. I have to go. I'll meet you downstairs for dinner." I rushed out
Tell him what I did with Victor? I could feel myself blushing just thinking about it. Don’t get me wrong, I could understand why Jack wanted to know, but that still didn’t make me any more comfortable with the idea. I shook my head, setting my wine glass on the edge of the bath.He sighed softly. “I understand. As I said, I certainly won’t force you to tell me anything.”I could feel my body starting to relax as he said this. At least, until his teeth grazed against my neck. I shivered a bit at the feeling. He pressed a couple more soft kisses to it.“However,” he teased, “I don’t necessarily
My heart was still racing, as he closed the door behind us. However, I didn’t have much time to dwell on this. He didn’t waste another second before he pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine.Kissing Jack always made me feel dizzy. Like my body was losing all its strength. I had to lean against him to support myself. As he pulled away he kept my body close so I wouldn't collapse. His fingers played with my hair."You know what sounds good after walking around in that hot sun all afternoon? A nice, relaxing bath,” he commented.My mind was still hazy from his kiss. I barely even registered what he was saying. It was like my brain auto-piloted right back into my caretaker role."Should I draw one for you, Sir?" I asked.
I saw a couple of the housekeepers scurrying around as we came back. They didn’t even seem to notice us as we walked past them. I guess I could understand why they acted that way though. After all, they were here to clean, not look after us. That was my job.The cleaners might not have been the best companions, but something about just knowing they were around made the house feel a little more lively. I wondered how lonely it would feel tomorrow. Just the two of us.Although considering his earlier request, I might not mind having some privacy tomorrow. I blushed a bit as I remembered the husky tone of his voice.As if he could read my mind, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away nervously. My face felt hot."Mr. Weston, the cleaners!" I reminded
As always, the garden looked beautiful. It was just too bad that I couldn't enjoy it. I hated my mind. The moment we stepped outside the dream I had last night popped back into my head.I didn't want to feel anxious in the garden. I loved the garden. It was the place where Victor and I had walked before, where Arthur and I took photos, where Jack and I first met.Yet as I looked around, all I could remember were the hundreds and hundreds of agonized faces that had surrounded me. All of them crying out, begging me to choose them. I almost shuddered just thinking of it. Would I ever feel comfortable here again?"Are you alright, Anna?" Jack asked suddenly.I sighed. I felt like I was getting that question a lot lately. How did I somehow manage to make
I felt the warmth of his body as it pressed against mine. His fingers kept inching closer and closer towards my aching clit. My mind was a mess. Fulfill his request? For my body?My stomach was a flutter of nerves at the idea, but I wasn’t sure why. After all, hadn’t we done this all before? I'd already seen his body, and we’d definitely done more than just some light petting by now. So why did I feel so nervous about doing it again?It was stupid to ask that question. I already knew the answer. It was because this would be my first real time doing something like this with Jack.Different men in the same body. I understood that now better than ever. Jack wasn’t Victor, and Victor wasn’t Jack. The way they spoke to me, the way they teased me, the way they touched my body. The
I said before that I liked how kind and gentle Jack was, but there was another thing I really liked about him. His patience. I was taking a long time to answer, I knew I was, but he never once tried to rush me. He just stood there, patiently waiting for me to respond.I swallowed a few times, trying to clear the lump from my throat. I took a shaky breath and finally forced the words out of my mouth."Not yet.”"Alright, good. And do you feel the same way about the others?" He asked. I nodded. "Then that's all there is to it.Anna, I said I wasn’t going to make you choose between us and I meant it. Your relationships are your relationships. It wouldn’t be f