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Carl Swann, his grooming valet and hairdresser, had just finished helping him shower and had washed and blown out his hair in the little salon next to the bedroom. Drew had decided to wear it down today, and Carl managed to make his somewhat unevenly wavy blond hair look lustrous, tame, and completely unfussy.

Carl also applied an unscented moisturizer all over his body. Drew laughingly waved him off after the fourth time the aesthetician rubbed the unction on his penis. He had already cum several times this morning, and it was only just after eight o'clock.

Drew relaxed in the salon chair as Carl lovingly applied a separate ultraviolet-blocking moisturizer to Drew's face, taking care not to get any globs stuck in his close-cropped, scruffy beard, which received its own light beard oil. Though Carl, who enjoyed using makeup on occasion, insisted the moisturizer was not makeup, Drew thought his skin looked smoother than before, as if he were wearing foundation. Perhaps that was just how his skin was supposed to look. His lips were also painted with a matte ultraviolet-blocking balm.

Carl "accidentally" got just a little too much lip balm on Drew's mouth – again – and decided to blot off the extra with his own lips – again. No use letting perfectly good lip balm go to waste. The two men shared a brief tongue-filled kiss and then Carl set about busying himself in the salon while Drew walked back to his and Tian's bedroom, passed the door to the walk-in closet, which was slightly ajar, and he stood in the center of the room looking red carpet ready, except for the fact that he was still completely naked.

All four sets of the room's eight-foot-tall glass doors on three of the room's five walls stood open to the loggias outside. Drew gazed out to see the household staff wiping down all the patio furniture and cleaning the stainless steel and quartz of the outdoor kitchen. Warren Hill would be ready for whatever comes this late July day.

A young man stretched up as he dusted one of the dozens of ceiling fans which dotted the loggia and cloister ceilings. The house was kept spotless inside and out.

Drew was embarrassed that he didn't know the guy's name, but he knew it was a college student who worked here part-time. Drew admired the nineteen-year-old's nude form as he deftly stretched to reach a blade with his double-sided duster. He made quick work of the fan's four straight blades before moving on to the next unit.

He saw Drew looking at him and smiled broadly as he waved a morning greeting. His moderately thick black body hair was oddly attractive to Drew as it contrasted with his lightly-tanned skin. Drew preferred himself and most of his lovers to be completely hairless from the neck down, but this teen's well-groomed covering made him want to rub his face all over that fuzzy duster.

"Good, morning, Mr. Tarnow! I'm Bobby, in case you don't remember. Mr. Swann did an especially nice job with your hair this morning. You look fantastic," The young man enthused.

"Good morning to you, Bobby. Thank you for reminding me of your name," Drew continued as he stepped from the black terrazzo of his bedroom to the white limestone of the loggia and noted that the humidity had gone down since yesterday. "I am still struggling to learn everyone's name. And thank you for the compliment to Mr. Swann's magicianship. I think Russ used Pennzoil this morning."

The two laughed at the joking reference to the multiple Mr. Swanns at Warren Hill: Russ, Mitch, and Carl are thirty-seven-year-old identical triplets. Russ is the chief chauffeur, Mitch is the head of security, and Carl is the grooming valet and hairstylist. All three of them look like even more handsome versions of footballer Stuart Reardon.

Bobby smiled. "I meant Carl Swann, not Russ. But you really do look extra handsome this morning, if I may be so bold."

Drew blushed a little. "How dare you say nice things to me. Stop it this instant!" he joked. "May I say that I like your hair too? I don't often find body hair appealing, but yours is very nice. It's making me question everything I thought was certain in this world and my place in it."

Bobby chuckled and joined Drew in blushing. "It's just hair, Drew. I think you're giving it too much weight, as it were. But, if you like my body so much, maybe you wouldn't mind if I came around tonight, and maybe you would like to fuck me?"

"There's no question I would like to fuck you, Bobby. Would you like to fuck me too? I think I would enjoy that just as much," Drew noted as he watched Bobby's penis quickly swell with pride to almost seven inches. "And you know that you don't have to wait for a specific invitation: everyone is welcome into my bed any time they wish. Of course, last night we had nine in there for most of the night, so I hope you don't mind a crowd. But Tian and I will be happy to receive you whenever you want."

Bobby struggled to keep his breathing under control as his penis drizzled out precum. "I look forward to it, Drew. Thank you for being so kind. Oh, Drew, I think Mister Rigvedi is waiting for you. Sorry to hold you up."

"Not at all, Bobby," Drew replied. "I hope you have an enjoyable day and that I will see you in my bed sometime soon."

Bobby smiled and continued with his fan dusting as his happy wet penis tapped on his lower belly.

Drew turned back to his bedroom, his own hairless nine-inch penis jutting out below horizontal. He smiled at his wardrobe valet Siddhartha "Sid" Rigvedi as the well-stacked Brahmin walked through the bedroom, holding a pair of Berluti Oxford shoes.

"I'm very sorry to keep you waiting, Drew, but I decided to switch to this pair of shoes to match the eggplant suit instead of the other pair I had picked before. See how these bring out the deep red undertones of the silk?"

Drew looked admiringly at the five-foot-ten-inch Hindu bodybuilder. He wore only a gauzy white linen sarong that hung lopsidedly almost to his right ankle. But the knot on his left hip parted the fabric on his left thigh, leaving virtually the entire leg exposed. One could see the silhouette of moderately-sized genitals through the loosely woven linen. Drew's eyes kept returning to the man's shoulders and chest.

He had never seen anyone with proportionately larger shoulders for his body than Sid. If he ever wore a shirt, it would surely have to be custom tailored. Of course, everything at Warren Hill was bespoke.

Sid smiled pleasantly under his wide twirled-and-curled mustache as strands of his parted black shag hung over his left eye and tickled his prominent cheekbone. Sid enjoyed the comical look of the facial hair even as it played into Indian stereotypes.

As Drew stepped next to Sid, he saw plainly how right the valet was in selecting these shoes. He locked eyes with the forty-two-year-old man, and they shared their admiration for each other. "I see now, Sid. Very good choice. And you weren't making me wait. Don't apologize."

Sid set down the shoes next to the fainting couch. "Drew, have you decided whether you are going to wear a tie today? If you are, it will make the suit look a little more formal to wear this belt. If you skip the tie, I would skip the belt as well."

"Well, Sid, I think I will wear a tie today since I am conducting interviews. I want to make a good impression."

Sid laughed. "Well, then you should remain naked."

Drew laughed as well. "Tian can get away with that. I don't think I could. At least not until I've gotten to know my staff much better. Let's get me dressed."

Drew sat on the fainting couch while Sid slid dark purple-black socks onto his feet. He noticed that Drew's deflating penis held a small drop of Cowper's fluid just inside his foreskin, so he leaned forward unceremoniously and flicked it off with the tip of his tongue without missing a beat with the hosiery. He didn't want any spots on the suit pants.

"Thank you, kind sir," Drew replied as he stood up.

"My pleasure, kind sir," the valet replied with an inclined eyebrow.

Next, Sid helped Drew into a white pocketless dress shirt as the master of the house assisted by holding back his hair. That was followed by the suit pants. Drew had carried on the tradition started by his tailor back in Pennsylvania who suggested removing the pocket linings on his dress pants so they don't create lines that would compete with the much more attractive lines of Drew's ass and thighs. The rear pockets were sealed with a loose basting stitch, but the front slits were left open for "convenience."

It was especially important to keep the lines unobstructed since this suit was a skinny fit profile. At least as "skinny" as it could be over Drew's substantial physique.

Sid pulled up the pants and grabbed Drew's penis with businesslike firmness to guide it down the left pant leg. Drew had told the man previously to do whatever he needed to get his job done, and this needed to be done.

Next, he stood chest-to-chest with Drew, coming in about three inches shorter than his boss, and moved his hands inside the pants and over Drew's massive ass to make sure the shirt was tucked flat. The two men again shared a brief look of mutual affection.

"You put two loads of cum in there last night," Drew said softly as Sid patted his ass. Drew used the index finger of his right hand to trace along the spiral of Sid's mustache ever so delicately as he spoke. "Thank you for that, my love. I almost hesitated to have Carl use the water wand on me this morning. I'd like to think that you are still in me. I know that you are in my heart."

Sid smiled. "I would tell you, `it was my pleasure,' except you know that already."

Drew held Sid's face in his hands. "My pleasure was greater because I had you making love to me. All you got in return was me making love to you. It seems to be a very lopsided arrangement. You loved me last night with such completeness as I have rarely experienced from anyone except my son.

"I know that I have not earned your love, which makes it all the more precious to me. I will strive to be worthy of you and to return your love in kind, my sweetness."

Sid's eyes brimmed with happiness. Drew kissed each eyelid with unspeakable tenderness. Sid continued, "It is I who should be made worthy to be loved by the lord of the manor."

Drew huffed out a laugh which Sid breathed in with relish. "That's poppycock, my sweetness. We both know that I am no more worthy to be the lord of the manor than the unfortunate homeless men downtown are worthy to have received their fate.

"We have all been assigned our parts to play in this absurd melodrama. I play mine. You play yours. Everyone at Warren Hill slips into their roles. Our value has no correlation to our roles.

"When you opened your heart and soul to me last night, I was astounded by the strength and purity of your love. I know that Tian felt it as well when he made love to you later. We are both madly in love with you, Siddhartha Gautama Rigvedi."

Sid placed his hands atop Drew's as the two remained locked in a loving gaze. "We're both big saps, aren't we, Drew?"

Drew laughed. "Guilty. And happily so. I suppose we should go about playing our roles, shouldn't we, my sappy love?"

"Yes, my sappy exalted lord of the manor, we should," Sid responded with a delicate smile.

The two indulged in a few more seconds of making puppy dog eyes at each other before Sid broke contact and went back to work. He moved around to Drew's back and slid his hands around to the front of the pants to smooth out the shirttails there. There was no unneeded touching. Sid was too good at playing his role to create any distractions. He ran his hands down Drew's flanks to verify a perfect fit. Nothing else would do.

Next came the belt, then the gold cufflinks with square-cut amethysts. The stones were large enough to be impressive, but not so large as to be vulgar.

Sid gathered up his sarong as he knelt and picked up the left shoe and a platinum shoehorn. Drew peered down thinking that he might catch a glimpse of Mr. Rigvedi's beloved penis, but his line of sight was obstructed by Sid's mountainous shoulders and chest. Drew instead admired Sid's incredibly thick black hair.

As Drew stepped into the left shoe, he placed a steadying hand on Sid's shoulder. It felt like a humming dynamo. He repeated the process with the other foot before Sid tugged and tied the laces.

Until Sid had asked his preference, Drew had never given a thought as to whether he put on both shoes and then tied them, or put on and tied one shoe before repeating the process with the other. He still can't remember how he did it before he had a trained professional to assist him.

The valet rose to his full height and let the sarong cascade around himself. He lifted Drew's shirt collar and expertly tied a pale pink skinny silk tie into a perfect half Windsor knot, and folded the collar back down without breaking the crease.

Finally, Sid assisted Drew in slipping into the suit jacket, and buttoned one button. The jacket fit snugly but did not pull, as some people seem to like.

"You look magnificent, Drew. Magnificent!" Sid admired his boss and lover as he gave a few tugs and pats to assure his satisfaction.

Drew smiled. "It takes a village, Mister Rigvedi. Thank you for your expertise."

As if on cue, Carl Swann returned to the room, still naked, but now sporting burgundy eye shadow that he decided would be his uniform for the day. "Sid, I have to say that you are the only person in the world who could make Drew look as good with clothing on as he looks naked. You have impeccable taste, sir. Now, let's have a final comb-out."

Carl made quick work of the task using a thinly bristled brush to maneuver Drew's thick dirty blond hair exactly the way he wanted it. It was raggedly parted slightly off-center, and several locks fell onto Drew's right shoulder and chest. The rest fell down his back to the tips of his shoulder blades, looking as if it just happened to fall that way.

Carl next grabbed a tiny comb and adjusted Drew's eyebrows, again giving them an "I woke up like this" kind of look.

Drew looked in a full-length mirror and was surprised how good he looked. "You men are miracle workers! Thank you both. I am ready to take on the world."

The valets shared gratified smiles as Drew strode out of the bedroom toward the front doors.

As he walked into the front hall and around a square stone fountain, Marcus, one of a pair of morning footmen, turned to Drew's antique hall desk (which was balanced by an identical one for Tian on the other side of the front hall) and picked up a Berluti Scritto leather satchel that matched his shoes and belt perfectly.

Drew glanced at Marcus and then to the satchel, then he chuckled. There must have been a bit of last-minute coordination going on among four or five staff members for someone to switch out the briefing bag at the last minute and transfer all his papers and belongings into it from the black one, all within the period of time that Sid changed his mind about the shoes and belt.

It didn't even cross Drew's mind to wonder if everything was in place. It was certain to be.

The sight of Marcus – now standing six-foot-three and with an expanded chest and extended penis thanks to Tuer Shen – brought a smile to Drew's face. He scanned the most handsome Norse god in the form of a footman, noticing that he was wearing black velvet Versace Barocco slippers that were part of the footmen's "out" livery. The only other part of the uniform was white cotton gloves. It appeared that it was Marcus's turn to accompany Drew on the ride to work today.

Marcus's husband, Jaleel, opened the door wearing his practiced serious mien. Drew looked at him, "For god's sakes, Jaleel, kiss your husband goodbye. Or must I do it myself?"

Marcus smirked as Jaleel rolled his eyes as he brought his dark brown face to meet his husband's puckered lips. They shared a short but loving kiss, then Marcus followed Drew to the porte-cochère where Russ stood next to the rear door of a customized Mercedes-Maybach S 650 Pullman executive sedan, waiting for Drew to board. An anonymous member of the security staff watched unblinkingly. An identical vehicle would tail them.

Drew didn't understand why he needed security, but he decided to allow his Estate Manager and former high school friend, Bruno di Napoli, and the rest of the Leveret Foundation staff to operate those particular aspects of Warren Hill as they saw fit. Perhaps they had a need for security at their other locations.

He never considered before how many locations they ran. Tuer Shen had let his son Tian know that there were a couple dozen emissaries such as he throughout the world. Do they all live like this?

Drew decided he would ask Bruno about it sometime. He also decided it wasn't really any of his business. He shook his head and tried to return his thoughts to the day in front of him.

Warren Hill's drivers and security agents all wore black Tom Ford suits that struck a balance between luxuriousness and inconspicuousness. They also wore black dress shirts without any neckwear.

Drew stepped into the capacious rear compartment of the Maybach while Marcus walked to the back door on the driver's side, and took his place in a rear-facing jump seat after having placed the leather satchel in a wool-lined compartment next to him. Marcus also set Drew's phone into a charging cradle within easy reach for his boss. It would automatically connect to the car's Bluetooth and wifi systems.

The seven-hundred-thousand-dollar vehicle had been converted to a fully-electric drivetrain and had its top raised eight inches so the rear seats could be similarly elevated and redesigned, allowing passengers to enter and exit without climbing down into the seats. One could also sit with better posture while traveling. It had the added benefit of greatly reducing the number of wrinkles one accumulated on a road trip. The seats were, of course, both heated and cooled so that one needn't worry about crotch sweat or winter shrinkage.

The heavy bullet-resistant doors were shut, rendering the cabin whisper quiet. Russ took his place in the driver's seat and pressed a button on the dash to signal the security team that he was ready to go. He waited for an adjacent light to give him the all-clear confirmation from the security team headed by his identical brother Mitch, who was riding in the chase car.

Drew nodded to Marcus, who pressed a button to lower the privacy partition between the driver and passenger cabins, as was his usual preference for the twenty-minute morning commute. The partition would invariably be closed again the next time Drew entered the car.

"Good morning, Russ, my love. Are you well this morning? Ah, and I see we are fortunate to have Mister Rodrigo-Rodriguez with us this morning as well. Good morning, Javi. I hope you are well, as well."

"Very well, thank you, Drew," Russ answered first. "Thank you. You are looking quite handsome this morning."

Javi turned around with a wide smile. "Good morning, boss. I am well as well, too. Mister Swann is teaching me the program for the morning commute. I hope you don't mind."

Drew smiled. "Of course I don't mind, Javi. I am always happy to see you, and am glad that Mister Swann has confidence in you."

"By the way, Russ," Drew continued, "I hope that you and Tim will be able to join Tian and me in bed tonight. We are expecting Bobby, one of the part-time groundsmen. I have a hunch that he and Tim will get along very well," Drew opined, referring to Russ's fourteen-year-old son.

"I've heard that he is a skilled lover, Drew," Russ replied. "But I've not yet had the opportunity to have intercourse with him. I don't think Tim has either, though I can't be sure. We'll look forward to it."

Javi jumped into the conversation. "You know I don't have sex with guys, generally speaking, but I did give him a blow job the other day. It was fun. Bobby seemed to like it too. At least I hope he did," he proclaimed with youthful enthusiasm.

Drew stifled a laugh while Marcus masked a snicker. "I'm glad that the two of you are getting along. I am happy to hear that you are considerate of your partner's pleasure as well as your own. Never forget that."

Javi was nearly bouncing by this point. "Oh, no, Drew, I won't forget. Bobby said he wanted to take his time, so I edged him for almost an hour. My mouth was really sore, and I had to use my hands for a while, but I gave him a powerful orgasm.

"He said that he thought I would look pretty if he came on my face, so, after all that time, he didn't even cum in my mouth. But he kept cumming all over my face and repeating how pretty I looked, which made me feel really good, Drew, that he thought I was pretty. I've never been called pretty. But I didn't cum, even though I felt good. But I was happy to make him cum like that.

"Drew, his cum was running all over my face, and dripping onto my chest, but he just stood there for the longest while and kept looking at me. He eventually cleaned me with his tongue and fed me some. It was really, really good, Drew, even if it was getting a little stale. I think you and Bunny will like it too. Maybe he will cum on your face too?"

Drew couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Javi, my good friend, the way you describe it, I'm sure Tian and I will both have a great time giving Bobby pleasure. I am so glad that you are here to brighten our day."

Javi's smile beamed as brightly as the headlights, contrasting with his dark Mexican skin.

Drew heard a soft chime and noticed the all-clear security light come on. He knew to stop conversing at that point: Russ had a job to do and should not be disturbed without good reason.

He turned instead to his virtually naked footman, who was spurred to a similar nine-inch erection to Drew's by Javi's description of giving Bobby a blow job. Only Drew's erection was trapped by his tight silk suit pants. He nodded to Marcus's erection as he patted his own through the slit of his removed front pocket and asked, "Have you or Jaleel had intercourse with Bobby?"

Marcus smiled. "Yes, Drew. Several of us got together in the clubhouse at the far end of the stadium. Bobby was there with his college roommate. They are both very talented, I must say. Perhaps Jaleel and I will stop by tonight too, just to keep an eye on things."

"Please do," Drew said through a laugh. He noted that he could count Marcus's pulse by the bobbing of his erect penis. "The more, the merrier. By the way, is there a reason you're not wearing your cockring today? Do you need a new one to accommodate your larger size? We can get you several new ones."

"No, Drew, please," Marcus protested. "It's fine. We just decided to give them a rest for today. We'll be sure to wear them tomorrow since you like them."

"You guys should wear them or not as you please. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't lacking anything you wanted. If you want new cockrings, I'll have Winston arrange for them," Drew said, referring to Winston Stratfield, the butler and direct supervisor of the footmen and hall boys.

"That's not necessary. We are well-equipped," Marcus deferred.

"You certainly are," agreed Drew.

The men rode in comfortable silence for several minutes until they passed the South Carolina statehouse, which signaled that Drew was only a few blocks from his destination.

"I suppose I should see whether they offer tours of the capitol building. I'm sure it's got some interesting stories to tell," Drew mused.

"I'm sure it does, Drew," agreed Marcus. "I bet some of them are rather unpleasant stories too. Shall I ask Winston to see if he can arrange a guided tour for you someday at lunch?"

"That would be nice. Yes, if you think of it, please do. He has access to my schedule, so he can write it in whenever it suits. No particular hurry. I wonder if Tian would like it too? I bet they will come here for a field trip during school."

"I would be surprised if they didn't," said Marcus.

They were slowing down as they approached a fifteen-story office building a couple of blocks north of the statehouse. The university leased all of the tenth floor and half of the eleventh, though not all of the staff had been hired or transferred from elsewhere in the university IT department, so half the space was still unpopulated.

The chase vehicle had somehow gotten in front of them and was pulling to the curb. Russ glided Drew's vehicle to a stop behind it, pressing a button to signal the security team that he was ready to disgorge his vehicle of his passengers. Mitch and the anonymous security agent got out of the lead vehicle. Mitch remained outside while the other guy went in, presumably to assess the safety of the lobby, or to ensure an elevator was waiting for Drew when he entered. It was all so much ado for Drew's taste, but it was kind of fun playing the role of someone important, or a secret agent.

The twin light on the dash blinked, and an accompanying tone chimed twice. Russ got out of the driver's seat, walked around the back of the vehicle, and used his fingerprint to unlock the door, then opened it for Drew's exit. Javier remained in the front passenger seat.

Drew exited gracefully and winked at Russ as he stepped to the sidewalk and headed toward the entrance. Marcus followed, using the same door to avoid exiting into traffic, walking a step behind his boss and carrying the leather briefing bag by his side in his gloved hand. Mitch flanked Drew.

Marcus walked tall and looked straight ahead, not in the least concerned that, save his velvet slippers and cotton gloves, he was strolling naked through the bustle of the morning workday crowds. He rather seemed to enjoy the attention his beautiful unclothed body was receiving. It was difficult not to look at his flaccid intact penis bobbing atop his ponderous balls.

Many passersby turned to look at Drew, Mitch, and Marcus, having difficulty deciding whether the well-coiffed and smartly-suited gentleman was more handsome than his naked servant or the man in black.

A couple of people were heard to disapprove mildly of Marcus's nudity. Many others were effusive in their praise. Neither man engaged his detractors and admirers.

They entered a pleasant, but not particularly fancy lobby thrumming with Thursday morning workers. Drew and Marcus made their way to the security officer who was holding an elevator for them. He stood with such authority that nobody questioned why he was monopolizing one of the eight elevators even though there were a couple of dozen people waiting to ascend. Mitch returned to the car.

As the pair neared the elevator, Drew recognized Marcia Schuetz, one of his database engineers, talking with another woman. "Good morning, Marcia. Are you riding up with us?"

Drew exchanged a quick glance with his now-frustrated security agent. Drew's look told the guy to chill out a little and allow someone else in the elevator car.

"Oh, yes, thanks. Is that okay? Do you mind if Betty comes with us? She's your temporary executive assistant for the day, borrowed from the main campus," Marcia chattered nervously.

"Why wouldn't it be okay? Are you going to fart in the elevator? Again," Drew joked to ease the situation.

Betty snickered. She was probably in her mid-fifties and about twenty pounds overweight. She looked pleasant enough, but also looked as if she were used to playing bad cop and gatekeeper for her bosses. Exactly what Drew would need.

"I apologize, Betty, for being coarse," Drew said as the elevator doors closed on the five passengers. "I appreciate your willingness to help out over here today. I have two interviews, one for my permanent assistant, and one for a project manager, as well as several meetings. In addition, I have to leave at one-thirty today, so I can take my son on a tour of his new school."

Betty did her best to listen to Drew and simultaneously drink in the sight of Marcus, who remained professionally disengaged from the conversation as he ensured that he kept the satchel from coming into contact with anything or anyone. "I see. Is your son starting kindergarten?"

Drew giggled. "No, he's going to be a sophomore at Hulstlander Academy's Upper School this year. But we've just moved from Pennsylvania, so he doesn't know anybody in the area."

Betty's penciled eyebrows arched in surprise as she tried to reconcile that the handsome faced twenty-nine-year-old in front of her could have a teenage son. Marcia also tried to hide her reaction to this new piece of news. Betty cleared her throat. "Well, it is a very confusing time in a young man's life, so you are wise in doing what you can to keep him on the right course. My son graduated from Hulstlander eleven years ago. It's an excellent institution. I'm sure your son will stretch his wings and become a fine young man under their guidance."

"I'm glad to hear that," Drew replied. "Mister Saunders recommended the Academy to me, and I was very impressed on my one visit to the campus. Their educational program and facilities seem to be top-notch. Their tuition is certainly top-notch."

The elevator drifted to a stop at the eleventh floor, and the doors parted. Drew bade a good day to Marcia, reminding her of their meeting that morning. He turned back to Betty. "Are you familiar with the layout here? I can show you around."

The four of them arrived at the waiting room of Drew's suite, which was across the hall from Quincy Saunders' even larger suite. The security agent used his keycard to open the receptionist's office, a small kitchen and supply area, Drew's office, and his conference room, quickly verifying that all were safe to occupy.

Marcus took a step toward Drew's office before stopping and turning back. Betty appreciated the way his four-inch flaccid penis wagged as he came to a stop. "Mister Tarnow, I'd be happy to assist Miss Betty in becoming familiar with the office before I return to Warren Hill. I will unpack your case and then escort her through the suite and point out the other offices if that is acceptable to you both."

"Thank you, Marcus. That's kind of you," Drew remarked. "I'm sorry, Betty, I didn't introduce you to Marcus. He works for me at my home and is one of a team of people dedicated to keeping me from appearing totally useless and incompetent. He's very good at his job. Would you mind if Marcus were to show you around?"

Betty looked up almost a foot above her head to meet Marcus's green eyes. She smiled brightly at the naked twenty-year-old man, who stood tall, making no attempt to shield any part of his splendid body from inspection. "Oh, there you are, way up there," she joked. "Thank you, Marcus, I would appreciate the help. My son's name is Marcus as well, so if I start ordering you around, or pestering you to find a nice girl or guy and settle down, just ignore me: it's a bad habit."

The security man waited in the reception room as Drew entered his office followed by Marcus and Betty, who dropped her purse and tote bag at her desk on the way through the reception area.

Marcus set Drew's bag on his desk and opened it deftly with his gloved hands, removing his laptop, a tablet, and Drew's phone, all of which were connected to their appropriate docking stations or cradles. Next, he retrieved several leather folders that were placed at precise locations on Drew's desk.

Finally, Marcus placed four Greyson Tighe Limited Edition Steampunk pens precisely parallel on the blotter, arranged red, brown, blue, and black, from top to bottom. Such pens would normally run about twenty-four thousand dollars apiece, but these are custom-crafted for the Leveret Foundation, depicting naked men rather than allegorical women on their bas relief barrels, so they cannot be valued. They are remarkably comfortable to write with despite their bejeweled and enameled cases.

Marcus turned on a task light and adjusted the vertical blinds and balloon shades to eliminate glare on any of Drew's screens. He left the office briefly and opened a door to a small kitchenette, returning a minute later with a tray on which sat a very modern-looking crystal carafe filled with still water, two matching tumblers, and two covered bowls, one containing raw almonds, the other homemade protein chips.

Drew had taken his seat and turned his attention to the dual monitors inviting him to log in.

Marcus set down the tray on a side table by Drew's desk, poured a tumbler of water, which he placed on a coaster to the left of the blotter. He placed the snack bowls on the desk in Drew's easy reach. All the while, Betty's brown eyes sparkled as they remained glued to Marcus's efficient and precise movements. She admired the excellence of his work along with the excellence of his physique as she absentmindedly patted her short salt-and-pepper afro. Drew noticed as he logged in to his laptop, but did not react outwardly.

The busy footman had finally come to rest, standing with his gloved hands crossed at the top of his pert glutes, waiting for instructions. It took a minute for Drew to tear his eyes away from his monitors. He scanned his desk and the office before turning to Marcus. "Thank you, my love. Everything is exceptionally well done, as usual. Spend whatever time you need with Betty to make her comfortable. Shall I inform Russ that you will be a few minutes?"

Marcus smiled. "It's already done, sir. Besides, Russ will not leave without me, no matter how long it takes."

Drew couldn't fathom how Marcus could have informed Russ that he would be delayed. Does he have an implant that communicates his thoughts? Anything was possible at Warren Hill.

Drew was unaware that Marcus simply sent a quick audio text using the extended-range smartwatch that was concealed under his glove while he was setting up the tray in the kitchenette. It was linked to the car sitting at the curb eleven stories below.

"Alright, then. Thank you both. Betty, I would appreciate it if you could be back in twenty minutes so we can discuss the day. I also want to block out a few minutes so that I can pick your brain about the Hulstlander Academy if you're willing to talk about it."

"Of course, Mister Tarnow. I'll see you then," Betty replied.

"Just `Drew' will do, Betty," he called to them as they left. He was glad that Marcus allowed Betty to go first, so he could glimpse Marcus's lovely naked ass. He hated to see Marcus go, but loved to watch him leave.