Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Piper was a little relieved when she heard Stranger in a Strange Land. She had at least heard of that one... didn't know the slightest thing what it was about, but found a little relief in its familiarity.

"I guess I'd just say that Mr. Heinlein had some unconventional ideas about family, love, and sex."

Piper was looking for topics for conversation, but figured asking about the boss' sex life was not the best idea. So instead she sought to learn more about her driver.

"You seem to know her well. Have you been working for her long?"
 
Clever I am not!

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I grow tired of waiting for someone to pull in so I climbed over the wall and dropped down to the other side. I sat there for a few minutes listening for any sound of dogs. When I hear nothing I begin my traveling through the landscape. I use the driveway to guide my direction toward the manor. I do a complete survey of the area. Picking my next stopping point I take one last glance around the are then I move staying low as possible for the speed I want to transverse the landscape with.

I stop at the huge evergreens as they offer great surveying points. Once I spot my next stopping point I move quickly with the same technique that I have been using. I use the wider base trees when no other good concealment place can be obtained in my advancement upon the house. I begin to see the roof which is a good sign for I have been combat moving for an half hour now.

I curse myself for wearing this outfit but I didn’t know I would be playing fucking soldier girl up some eight hundred yards of landscape! I continue my soldier of fortune audition up and over the small rolling area of this rather ridiculous over abundant landscape in an attempt to get into a house that has more security alarms than the US mint! Yes, I will have to send MI-6 a thank you very much and kiss my ass letter when this is over.

An hour and seven pounds lighter I manage to get a glimpse of a very inviting blue pool. I can see my best bet would be that pool house then that wall just before the stairs. Well hopefully they don’t have outside landscape cameras… Yeah Right! I’ve been watching to many James Bond flicks here lately! I make my ‘Here I am’ dash for the pool house.

Damn! That water look so refreshing.. Maybe they wont mind if I take a cool off swim before calling the state department on me. I peek around the corner not to do a do they see me or not look, but how many did they sent to get me peek. My brow arches, Damn maybe it does pay off to watch old James do his shit! I move to the wall next to the steps… Great I’m sooo clever I head up the stairs and well shit! James you suck.. I put my hands up… “Hello”
 
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"You seem to know her well," Piper observed about Dawn's understanding of Josephine as the chauffeur turned left onto Watertown Plank Road and made the run, through the construction, up the ramp onto Highway 41. "Have you been working for her long?"

"I started driving for Madame last summer, after my Senior year of high school," Dawn replied. "It started as a way to make a few extra dollars for college. I continued with her part time while attending UW-Whitewater, but after a year there decided I really wasn't interested in the traditional college experience. So, driving for Madame became my full-time job. I'll still take a couple courses online starting this fall, but mainly because it makes Madame happy. I'd be content just to drive."

Dawn paused as she merged into the freeway traffic, a task not helped by the plethora of orange barrels flanking the constricted lanes. "I think you'll find my story is not that different from most of Madame's staff. We all, as you say, get 'to know her well.'"

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"I think you'll find my story is not that different from most of Madame's staff. We all, as you say, get 'to know her well.'"

Piper arched an eyebrow as Dawn merged onto the freeway. "So she's pretty hands-on then?" she asked and tried to hide her anxiety. People who stand over your shoulder watching every stroke of the brush are the fucking worst. "But she's not, like, the picky over-micromanaging type... is she?" Piper asked hopefully.
 
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As they passed through the Zoo Interchange and onto the I-894 bypass, Dawn tried to suppress an amused and knowing smile when Piper speculated about Josephine being "Hands on."

Oblivious to the salacious memories that comment inspired for Dawn, the artist continued. "But she's not, like, the picky over-micromanaging type, is she?"

"Quite the contrary," the chauffeur assured her. "Madame gives all her staff as much liberty in performing our duties as she can. As long as we do our jobs and not interfere with the reasonably smooth operation of the manor, we can do pretty much whatever we want."

The odd smile returned to Dawn's face as she asked, "How about you, Piper? Do you prefer to manage, or to be managed?"


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As he crossed the foyer, Ian heard Malcolm's voice coming from Josephine's office. "To ask you the hardest question now: Will you want any kind of background checks run on your staff?"

"No!" Josephine replied instantly and almost viciously. Then her tone softened. "It is not my practice to pry into others' personal affairs. I find it distasteful and hypocritical. After all — and I mean no disrespect; quite the opposite, in fact — but I have no doubt a man like you has matters in his past that he would rather leave unknown or forgotten."

"He certainly does!" Ian laughed amicably as he entered the hardwood paneled room. "I could tell you some...."

The custom app on his phone beeped urgently. He pulled it from his pocket, thumbed the screen, and frowned.

"It looks like someone jumped the fence near he road," Ian told Josephine, then he turned to the visitor. "What do you say, Mal? Shall we show the lady what you can do?"
 
One flew over the cuckoo's nest

Malcolm chuckles as Ian begins to imply the telling of a story. He looks back to Josephine, "He wouldn't dare tell that story, cause he knows what story I can counter with."

He is about to add more when Ian pulls out his phone. As he responds about someone jumping the fence, Malcolm was quite impressed with the app. He looks back at Josephine, "But we will also need to discuss what security measures you currently have."

He looks over at Ian, "Hopefully just a random kid wanting to see what all the sexiness is about. If not ... well I'm packing. Lead the way."

He smiles back at Josephine, "Perhaps breakfast will be ready upon our return."
 
Piper breathed a quiet sigh of relief when Dawn assured her their boss wouldn't be hovering over her shoulder as she worked.

"How about you, Piper? Do you prefer to manage, or to be managed?"

"Well, if we're talking about my art I'm going to say neither. That's more of a solo sport," she laughed. "But if you mean in general, then I'd definitely rather be managed. Let someone else worry about the small stuff and sweat the details."

The redhead pivoted in her seat to strike as casual a pose as possible with the seat belt hugging her. "Last semester I was taking this business class where we had to be grouped in teams, and I got picked as the team leader for some stupid reason. Anyway, we had to work together to make a business pitch for a product -- we were assigned coconuts." Piper paused and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling of the car. "Seriously. Coconuts. We had to make a sales pitch with a marketing plan, sample print ads, the whole deal to get a panel of fellow students to invest in our coconuts. Like, Shark Tank style. It sucked."

Piper sighed at the nightmarish memory, then got back on track. "Anyway, I was the project manager, right? So it was my job to lead these people, but it was like herding cats. Everyone wanted to do their own thing, not listen or cooperate... and heaven forbid I give anyone some fair criticism because all that got me was a lot of people wanting to crawl up my ass and give me lip... and that's not fun for anyone."

She paused and glanced out the window. "So, yeah... I say let someone else do the managing. I don't need the headaches.

"I bet you're kinda like that," Piper suggested and turned back to her driver with a smile. "I mean, this looks like a real independent job. No cats around here for you to herd."
 
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Security Issues



“Perhaps breakfast will be ready upon our return,” Malcolm smiled confidently at Josephine as he stood to join Ian in investigating a possible intruder.

“Be careful!” Josephine told them both. “I just hope it’s not Baron Von Heiden coming back to finish
what he started.”

 
When William sees that Josephine is alone once again, he smiles to himself for he really did enjoy the moments he spent with her. She seemed very versatile in her method of speech and that seemed to draw him toward her. He did want to get to know her on the professional level but he wanted to know her more on the personal side for she had that fun, enthusiastic personality side of her that he was briefly blessed to see come out of her.

He took in a deep breath as her image came to his mind and he shook it out of his head, yes he wanted to be with her that way, but that wasn’t the only way he wanted. He liked the demeanor that she radiates about her body that makes people want to be with her. Call it her natural charm that he felt and more than likely she gives that to everyone. He will take that but he wants more, he would like to make her feels so good around him that she actually will mold a demeanor that is just for him. That special burn that someone gets toward someone that are attracted too.

He straightened up his suit and walked toward her. His eyes stayed with hers for that what seems to radiate that special feeling you get when you first meet her. Then he imagined that her body was used on that next higher level that he wanted to get to. To explore all of her pleasures that are hidden from him since they just met but he will unlock them one at a time …

"Hello Josephine, I heard someone talk about breakfast and wondered if you don't have plans may I join you at the table?" He smiled at her, "I would like to blend in for I can feel the vibe this place can offer if you just take the initiative and run with it. So if I may I would like to take that opportunity and have breakfast with you." He awaited to see if she had other plans, if she didn't he held out his elbow to her...
 
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"I say let someone else do the managing," Piper concluded, watching out the window as they took the ramp from the I-894 Bypass to South I-43. "I don't need the headaches."

Then she turned back toward Dawn with a smile and added, "I bet you're kinda like that. I mean, this looks like a real independent job. No cats around here for you to herd."

"No, not really, actually," Dawn responded. "I like driving because it puts me in control. I don't like being a passenger. I like to be in charge, especially... especially in private, one-on-one situations."

Dawn again smiled enigmatically, wondering if Piper would understand the implications of her last statement.


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Piper went from nodding with understanding to blinking cluelessly.

"I like driving because it puts me in control. I don't like being a passenger. I like to be in charge, especially... especially in private, one-on-one situations."

She drew her head back and glanced out the window while trying to process what Dawn just said. It halfway sounded like she was flirting with her... or at the very least was offering the kind of personal information you wouldn't expect from a stranger. "Wow... go get 'em, girl," Piper laughed nervously and felt her cheeks turn a touch rosy. What the hell is she supposed to say after that?? She didn't know... but also didn't want things to go all awkwardly silent either.

"I bet your boyfriend... appreciates that," the redhead said without giving it much thought. A stupid comment, but better than sitting all quiet and weird.
 
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"I like to be in charge, especially," Dawn paused as they passed the Moorland Road interchange. She accelerated to 78 mph and set the cruise control. "Especially in private, one-on-one situations."

"Wow... go get 'em, girl," Piper laughed nervously after an uncomfortable pause. "I bet your boyfriend... um, appreciates that."

"'Boyfriend'?" Dawn chuckled in reply. "Why would I want to limit myself with a 'boyfriend? And what about you, Piper? Do you have anyone special right now?"


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Carl finally finished transferring everything he had cooked onto the platters. He had piled the eggs up on one, the bacon on another, and the tomato and mushrooms on a third. He smiled and walked out with the first platter and placed it on the large buffet table in the dining room and then went back for the others.

By the time the steaming platters were arranged he saw that no one had arrived. Sighing he walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the large lids and went back out and placed them on. A shame to cover up such good looking food, but it would keep it warm at least.

Michele had been busy with a selection of cereals and the coffee peculator on the go, while the hot water was going for anyone that wanted tea. There was also juices and water. She had thought of everything. She had even set the table with the finest of china as per usual.

He was sorely tempted to eat but he saw Michele and then heard her announcing breakfast and realized he had heard her faintly doing so before. Well he would wait now, but he would still make a cup of coffee and if his partner came back he would definitely offer her something. Looking at her fabulous rear end again he smiled. Hmm maybe a few things, but a drink first, definitely a drink first.
 
"I do believe you can announce breakfast," Carl instructed as he got out the large Stirling silver serving trays that Josephine always used. "By the time everyone has gathered, I will have everything on serving platters and we can take it out."

Michele stepped out into the foyer and raised her voice, but sang more than shouted. "Breakfast is ready.... Breakfast is served!"

Just then, Ian and the man she had welcomed earlier, Malcolm Erickson, emerged from Josephine's office with serious expressions on their faces. She turned to where Carl had set up and started to cover the breakfast in the dining room. Catching his eye, she said, "I think there's something bad going on!"
 
Normalcy



Ian and Malcolm had just left her office through the main doors when William returned through the side entrance.

“Hello, Josephine,” he said. “I heard someone talk about breakfast and wondered, if you don’t have plans, may I join you at the table? I would like to blend in for I can feel the vibe this place can offer if you just take the initiative and run with it. So, if I may, I would like to take that opportunity and have breakfast with you.”

“Of course, William,” she replied, his wordy justification giving her ample time to consider his invitation. Of course, Ian’s report of an intruder on the grounds concerned her, but she would leave that issue in his and his friend’s capable hands. A good hostess must always present an air of tranquil normalcy, especially under stressful circumstances.

“To breakfast then,” she added as she stood and accepted his offered arm. As he escorted her across the foyer to the dining room, her still open black satin and fur robe clung to her breasts, but then billowed behind her, exposing her firm and slender body from the ribs down to the tops of her matching high heeled slippers.

 
William smiled when he felt the soft hand Josephine slide between his chest and bicep to take his offered arm. She also agreed to have breakfast with him, which to him, it meant that at least he made it to the playing field at the personal level with her. She felt good on his arm; it has been awhile since he had the pleasure of escorting a young beauty around, even if it was only for a three min stroll to the dinning hall. He couldn’t help but notice the way her robe was nestled about her body or lack of, either way, it was very sultry of her and it was working on him hard.

“If I may be bold or foolish, you’re a very exquisite woman with astounding features.” He allowed his eyes to travel down her slender frame for her earlier portraying of her body showed no ill will for him looking then. He doubted if she would take an offense of him gazing at her now. Her demeanor was utterly mesmerizing to say the least. He just hoped that what demeanor he held was enough to catch her eye. Ahh the power of sex rules the world he chucked to himself.

“You mentioned earlier that this would be a good day to hang out near the pool. I was wondering if you have noting pressing going on around noon-ish that maybe you could join me out there and have some tea or stronger if you start that early.” He looked straight ahead reluctantly but he wanted to keep a gentlemen’s demeanor about him since they were approaching the dinning room and he wasn’t forsure whom or how many guests would be in there and they didn’t need to see him gawking at her from the head down….
 
Mary turned off the water and reached out of the shower for one of the huge, fluffy, Egyptian cotton bath towels on one of the shelves above the toilet. As she dried herself off, she could swear she caught a whiff of the aromas of onion and bacon. Then she heard Michele's faint call from below.

"Breakfast is ready.... Breakfast is served!"

Mary's stomach growled. Dropping the damp towel into a hamper, she took one of the plush robes, of the same velvety terry cloth as the towels, from another shelf, slipped it on and cinched it tight. She understood the habits of the household well enough to know the robe provided more than sufficient attire for breakfast. She could dress later. Famished now, she exited the bedroom and headed downstairs.
 
Carl had noticed Ian and another Gentleman rushing off towards the rear of the house as well. He nodded at Michele but just smiled. "Then I wish the intruder good luck. If that other Gentleman is anything like our Ian then whomever they are is in a lot of bother." He sighed dramatically and looked at his food. "I just wish they could have waited till after breakfast. Now their food is going to be ruined."

He smiled at her cheekily to show that he was only playing the part of a wounded noble then stood up as Josephine and another Gentleman he did not know entered the room.

"Why good morning Josephine. You are looking ravishing as ever," he said to her bowing a little as he did so. "You sir I have not had the pleasure. My name is Prince Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, but please just call me your Highness." He smiled at the man and waited for him to introduce himself. He would see how he reacted to his welcome before he decided how to proceed with him.
 
Chauncey stood facing her. Most of the hot shower sprayed against his back, with just a bit making it over his shoulders to envelop Karen in a warm mist. She reached over and filled her left palm with a handful of pearly body wash. She reached up to apply it to his skin.

His shoulders and neck were first, followed by his broad chest. Karen paused to put more body wash on her hands. Then, pressing ever so slightly against him, she soaped his back, then arms, and then ribs. His full erection played lightly against her bald pubis, but at no time did she remove her eyes from his. Her hands nearly glided over his body as she spread the soap, using a firm touch, as if buffing the wax on an exquisite sports car.

When she reached his butt, she slowly lowered herself to her knees despite the ease with which she could have soaped it while standing. Her hands roamed over the toned buttocks, and then down the backsides of his legs. Chauncey's body now shimmered as if covered in an exquisite oil. Carefully, she took first one testicle, and then the other, applying soap and gently massaging them lest she bruise them. His stiff organ now strained for release. She took several inches of it into her mouth, ran her tongue around its tip, then sucked gently upon it.

Stopping suddenly, she sat back then stood up. Exiting the shower before he could react, she grabbed a towel and, walking out into the bedroom to dry off, called back, "I'll see you downstairs, and don't you dare get yourself off before breakfast!"
 
“Perhaps breakfast will be ready upon our return,” Malcolm smiled confidently at Josephine as he stood to join Ian in investigating a possible intruder.

“Be careful!” Josephine told them both. “I just hope it’s not Baron Von Heiden coming back to finish
what he started.”

As they entered the foyer, Ian saw Michele and Prince Carl Gustav setting up breakfast. Ian resisted the urge to invite the latter to join them; he had to let Malcolm show his stuff. Instead, he informed Malcolm of the limits on their intelligence data.

"The manor has no security cameras or internal sensors. Josephine rejected those as imposing on her and her guests' privacy." He led Malcolm out the front door, past the damaged portico, and continued. "Remember, this isn't Afghanistan. The Rules of Engagement today are even stricter than they were there. Wisconsin does have a 'Castle Law,' but I know Josephine would only approve of deadly force in cases of actual self-defense, or the defense of one of the manor's residents or guests. Got it?"


 
"Why good morning Josephine. You are looking ravishing as ever," he said to her bowing a little as he did so. "You sir I have not had the pleasure. My name is Prince Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, but please just call me your Highness."



William looked over at the man as he addressed Josephine. He seemed like a good man whom appeared to know the lady of the house well enough for his eyes wasn't bugging out of his head by seeing her this way . With that, he waited for Josephine and the man to exchange dialog before introducing himself, in the meantime however, he allowed his gaze to fall over the food. His gaze didn't stop at the food it went back to the one that answered the door. He recalled her name to be Michelle, and he wouldn't mind speaking with her either. There was so much beauty walking around how in the hell can one relax with his blood boiling and his cock hard all the time! Well he could think of things much worse so he will just take it in stride and adjust when the time arose..

He looked back over to Josephine with a hungry smile...
 
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"Why, good morning Josephine. You are looking ravishing as ever," Carl said to her, bowing a little as he did so. He then turned his gaze toward William. "You, sir, I have not had the pleasure. My name is Prince Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, but please just call me Your Highness."

Michele rolled her eyes. She didn't understand why Carl always had to play these dominance games, at least outside the bedroom. She watched to see how William would react. Instead of replying, however, he simply looked at Josephine, as if expecting her to speak in his place. Michele realized the menu had just changed. It looked like Carl would have William for breakfast.
 
The Name Game



“Why, good morning Josephine; you are looking ravishing as ever,” Carl greeted her as she entered the dining room on William’s arm. He then turned his gaze toward William. “You, sir, I have not had the pleasure. My name is Prince Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, but please just call me Your Highness.”

Josephine saw Michele roll her eyes and winked in reply. It surprised her when William did not immediately respond to Carl’s challenge. She decided to nip matters in the bud.

“Oh, Gussie!” she addressed Carl by her personal nickname for him. “Let’s have none of that! Allow me to introduce Mr. William Kain. He’s visiting me on business. William, you may call this noble scoundrel ‘Carl.’”

 
Carl's opinion of the man dropped immediately. It was the height of rudeness to not introduce oneself after being addressed, especially by royalty. He had bestowed the man a great honor by introducing himself first and yet he had been snubbed by him.

Keeping the smile on his face he was determined to find out all about this man and what he wanted. From the looks of his attire he was a man of wealth at least but it looked like he had not been expecting the goings on at the Dominion so this would be his first visit here. Probably a business man or some other high flyer Wall street type. Carl's smile widened. These men he could deal with.

"Will anyone else be joining us Dear lady," he bowed his head agian to Josephine and asked. "I saw Ian and another gentleman run off. I hope all is well and that horrid Baron has not returned for a second visit."

He gestured towards the table and moved to the head seat and pulled it out for her. "Your throne my dear," he chuckled with a twinkle in his eye. "Michele if you wouldn't mind getting the lady her coffee I will serve her breakfast. We have Bacon, Scrambled eggs, Sauteed Mushrooms and fried tomato's. Plus the usual toast making facilities for your pleasure. Or an assortment of cereals Madam," he told her putting on his best waiters accent and playing the part. "What may I get you this morning?"
 
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