I got a security job in an upscale neighborhood. 

One day, I got a call from a resident. 

“I think there’s been a break-in.” 

I rushed to the scene. Instead of an intruder, I was greeted by a beautiful woman in barely anything. 

She held me and pleaded, “I’m scared. Can you stay with me?”

I had been on a job hunt since graduation, but nothing had panned out. So, a buddy of mine then suggested a security job in an upscale neighborhood.

I didn’t care for the job at first.

As a top-tier college graduate, I couldn’t fathom taking a blue-collar job.

My buddy then said, “The job pays 30 thousand dollars a month with full social security benefits and bonuses for good performance.”

A security guard raking in 30 thousand dollars? Unbelievable.

After a day of hesitation, I attended the job interview.

The interviewer was a middle-aged woman with a one-inch scar running along the corner of her eye.

She introduced herself as Emmy.

“I’ve reviewed your resume.”

Emmy scrutinized me from head to toe for three whole minutes, her arms folded, even demanding that I got up and do a turn for her.

Then, she said emotionlessly, “Strip.”

Taken aback, I nervously glanced at the door.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Emmy clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“This position is in high demand. We expect candidates to keep a neat appearance without visible tattoos or scars.

“Are you going to strip or not? If you’re not happy to do so, I’ll contact the next candidate.”

It turned out that the request to strip down was to inspect me physically.

I felt ashamed for having fleeting, inappropriate thoughts.

As I gladly took off my shirt, Emmy gestured for me to take off my jeans too.

“You’re a big boy. Don’t be shy. Come on now.”

I was put off by her tone.

Reminding myself of the lucrative salary, I followed through with her instructions and unzipped my pants.

Seconds later, I was stripped down to my briefs.

Once undressed, Emmy eased up the attitude.

“Nice. It seems you work out regularly.”

While talking, Emmy grabbed and felt my biceps. Her red-manicured hands traced along from my biceps to my abs.

Despite her mature age, Emmy had the looks and the body.

Her girls were right in my face.

As Emmy drew near, my gaze was drawn to the deep valley between her twin peaks.

It was rude of me to stare, but I couldn’t look away.

While our skin met, I caught a whiff of a faint scent on her.

I could feel a rush to my loins.

My roommates used to joke about my size, in a good way. With just briefs on, it was clear to see my physical reaction.

This had not gone unnoticed as Emmy’s gaze lingered on my package.

It took a while before she looked up at me with a cheeky smile.

“You meet our requirements. When can you start?”

A wave of relief washed over me, and I relaxed the tension in my body.

I blushed and quickly threw my clothes back on, my hands darting over my excited crotch.

“I can start today.”

Emmy nodded approvingly.

“Let’s get started with the paperwork. Just so you know, the benefits are great, but there is one condition.

“You are required to work with us the full year at the minimum, or we reserve the right to demand repayment of your previous wages.

“Please think it over before you sign.”

She then added. “It’s a straightforward job. Your primary role is to serve the clients, listen to them, and ensure their needs are met to the best of your ability.”

I gave the contract a once-over.

The position offered free meals, accommodation, four days off per month, a monthly salary of 30 thousand dollars, comprehensive social security benefits, and year-end bonuses based on the clients’ satisfaction.

The only strange thing was the commitment to a year of employment.

Still, the other terms of the job were far superior to what most fresh graduates could find.

It seemed almost too good to be true.

“Make sure to read everything in detail.”

Emmy cautioned me, but I couldn’t care less.

I quickly put my name on the document.

With the paperwork out of the way, Emmy took me around the neighborhood.

She gave me a tour on foot.

“The homes here are standalone villas, and the residents are exclusively women…”

My attention was diverted from Emmy’s introduction as an approaching woman caught my eye.

She wore plain, casual attire, her thick curls cascading down her chest.

The woman was a vision of beauty.

It was the first time I had seen a woman more beautiful than a celebrity in real life. She took my breath away.

I only managed to break free from the spell when the stunning woman spoke.

“Is he the new guy, Emmy?”

Her sweet voice was like music to my ears.

Though she was talking to Emmy, her eyes fixated on me. Her gaze was inquisitive, albeit more subtle than Emmy’s.

It seemed Emmy and the pretty lady were acquainted.

“Yes, he is. His name is Brook D’Amico. He’s highly educated and intellectually gifted.”

Emmy paused and blinked before drawling.

“He’s a total package.”

Miss Curls spared me another glance.

Nevertheless, she quickly looked away and exchanged pleasantries with Emmy.

Moments later, I learned that Miss Curls was Hannah Lovely, the owner of Villa No. 3. It was mostly just her in the villa.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Hannah as she walked away.

Standing beside me, Emmy noticed my staring and asked with a smile, “Is she your type? Do you want to get to know her better?”

Before I knew it, I nodded but saved with a shake of the head.

“No, I don’t mean it that way…”

I nervously explained, fearing Emmy might fire me for getting any ideas about a resident.

However, Emmy didn’t mind my response. She simply gave me a pat on the shoulder.

“Just do your work well. Who knows? You might get your chance.”

What did she mean by that?

Emmy left me confused.

Unbeknownst to me, I would soon find out.

That night, I received a call for help from Hannah.

“Help! I think someone broke into my house.”

I rushed to Villa No. 3 right away.

The door was left ajar, so I entered the place cautiously with a stun gun in hand.

“Don’t be afraid, Ms. Lovely. I’m coming!” I shouted out loud in an attempt to caution the intruder.

After searching the house, I couldn’t find anyone.

I hope the intruder didn’t do anything to Hannah.

“I’m here, Brook! Ah!”

While dwelling on worst-case scenarios, I picked up on Hannah’s urging cries.

Her voice came from the bedroom. So I rushed to the source of her voice, my stun gun at the ready.

There I was, expecting a fierce encounter with the intruder.

As the door swung open, I was met with the warm embrace of a woman.

Her intoxicating perfume filled my senses.

“You’re here at last, Brook.”

Hannah’s sweet voice reflected terror.

She gripped my sleeve and pointed at the broken window.

“The intruder heard you and ran off.”

I sprinted to the window and scanned the area, but there was no sign of anyone fleeing.

“Which way did he go?”

There was not a soul in sight.

I wanted to check the surroundings outside the villa, but Hannah held me tight.

“Don’t go, Brook. I’m scared…”

She burrowed into my arms to seek comfort.

I felt a gentle press to my lower abdomen, her buds rubbing against my skin.

It struck me that she only had a tiny halter top and a xxx on. Her long legs and exposed back were all I could see.

Hannah had a tear on her top, probably from the struggle with the intruder.

The outline of her well-endowed bust was visible beneath the fabric.

My head started spinning, and I nearly had a nosebleed.

I couldn’t talk right.

“M-Ms. Lovely, I…”

Hannah looked at me tearfully.

“I’m so scared, Brook. Can you stay with me tonight?”

I would be alone with a beautiful woman.

One thing might lead to another…

My breath turned ragged at the prospect.

Hannah had no idea how sexy she was, snuggling up against me.

A moment’s hesitation was all it took for me to say yes.

“Yay! You’re a good person, Brook.”

Hannah took my hand and pulled me to the bed.

She ran her hand down the center of the bed, marking a visible line.

“Alright. I’ll sleep on the left, and you take the right.”

I was about to share a bed with a beautiful woman.

Sure, we were just sleeping in our corners, but emotions ran through me.

I climbed into bed, feeling flustered and stiff.

Once Hannah turned off the lights, I relaxed my tense muscles.

With the lights out, a whole new world of sensations opened up.

The delicate scent of Hannah drifted to my senses. I couldn’t get the image of her murmuring my name out of my head.

Her hot body and long legs filled my mind.

Before long, I drifted off to sleep.

While half-asleep, a thought entered my mind.

I only wanted to cop a feel.

It would just be a quick one.

With that in mind, I allowed my hand to creep up Hannah’s body.

The moment I felt her delicate skin, a thrill ran through me. Her skin was smooth to the touch.

Hannah was a vision of perfection.

With restrained control, my hand wandered across her body. My fingers traced along her thigh, her waist, and up to her girls.

At first, they were only light touches.

Since Hannah was lost in slumber, I let go of my inhibitions. My breathing turned ragged as I savored the thrill of the moment nervously.

Under the covers, a certain part of me was hard and ready.

I thought I could hold myself back.

After a brief caress, I gave in to my animalistic urges and stuck closely behind her back.

Hannah’s sleeping position gave me easy access.

“Mgh…”

As soon as I got close, Hannah let out a grunt.

Oh, shit! Hannah was awake!

I froze in place, terrified.

My arousal was no more.

Retreating to my spot, I pretended to snore.

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep this time. I even had a wonderful dream.

In the dream, I ravished her.

By coming down on her rough, I left Hannah whimpering in tears. However, her vulnerability only sparked my raw drive.

I bent her to my will, discovering new depths of pleasure.

The moment of release felt too real.

Something was not right.

My dream left a lingering sensation that wouldn’t go away.

Baffled, I opened my eyes, but Hannah wasn’t next to me.

There was a lump under the covers, though.

The sheets outlined the shape of a woman, and she was bobbing up and down.

Shocked, I lifted one corner of the covers.

Under the dim light, I got a good look at Hannah’s face.

Her face was flushed, probably from staying too long under the covers. When she looked up, she blushed harder, as if the shyness had only hit her now.

Her tousled hair added a touch of untamed appeal. Her eyes sparkled coyly.

I noticed a tiny white spill, and the air was thick with a salty tang.

Before I could tell her to spit it out, she gulped down my load.

Hannah wasn’t happy.

“That was quick, Brook…”

Due to my strict upbringing, I hadn’t had an opportunity to date. I relied on myself to take care of my needs.

Of course, I wouldn’t last.

I pulled the woman up from under the covers.

Eager like a beaver, I pressed her body under mine.

I said menacingly, “Easy there. I’ll show you what I’m made of.”