Leila busied herself as she rushed about to finish her chores for the day before the arrival of her master. She ran the vacuum cleaner over the living room floor and rounded the bend that led to the hallway.
She looked around with a satisfied smile before proceeding to the bedroom. She sneaked a peek and the entire room looked satisfactory to her. Anotherglance at the watch on her hand and she knew she didn't have anymore time to waste.
She went out towards the kitchen area and met the chef on her way out. She was done with her work. Vishal had always wanted to come back bone to an empty and quiet apartment. The only other person allowed in the apartment was her.
They nodded to each other in greeting since Vishal had forbidden any form of interaction between them and Leila headed towards the little closet that held all the cleaning supplies and tools as well as the gardening tools.
It was built directly beside the kitchen. She rushed out and went into her room where she rushed into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she had prepared a bubble bath in the bathtub according to the way she had been directed by her master.
He had given her specific instructions in how he wanted her to smell whenever he came for her. He also told her the type of lingerie he wanted on her and she always obeyed every of his instructions to the latter.
She got into the bathtub and after a few minutes, got out and began to prep herself like a sacrifice that was being prepared. She got into her drawer and wasn't surprised to see that it had been fully stocked.
She was very sure that they were all a size too small so that her full voluptuous tits would struggle for space and that, Vishal had said turned him on. She got out one which caught her eye and fancy and she laid it on the bed.
She walked towards the dresser and began to rub different lotions and oils into her skin and hair with preciseness. She couldn't afford the price of smelling differently than the way Vishal knew.
She got into the lingerie and just like she had predicted, it was a size small for her. She wore the fancy rope that came with it as a pant. It barely covered her clitoris.
It was a single cotton string with a little triangle patch that meant to cover her clit. The rope passed through her butt cheeks and was tied on both sides into a neat bow.
She finished prepping up herself and headed towards the master bedroom. By now, the time was about a quarter to twelve in the afternoon. She got to the room and got into the bed, waiting for her master, boss and the possessor of her body.
She sat on the bed and looked around the room as though she was there for the first time. She sighed as she recollected how she had met him the very first time.
She had just been promoted to working on the penthouse suite after working in the agency for close to two years. She had been eighteen years old when she came in to work for the agency that specialised in cleaning luxury apartments for their owners.
She was assigned to this particular apartments but her supervisor had prohibited her from going beyond the twenty fifth floor. They were thirty eight floors in the apartment complex plus the two floors occupied by the penthouse, that made forty floors.
A week after she locked twenty, she was told by her supervisor that she could now work undisturbed on the other fifteen floors. She had been tested and proven worthy to work.
She remembered how elated she had been on that day. She remembered how the promotion also came with a raise in her salary. She had gone around diligently doing her duties around the complex.
However, three weeks into her promotion, something happened that changed her life and her fate.
She had been working all afternoon and was elated when she finished working on the penthouse suite. She was so tired and her body screamed at her for a relaxing bath.
She had often heard her body colleagues talk about the man in the penthouse. They claimed he was a mysterious man as nobody knew when he came or went.
She was forced to believe that since the place was as she left it the previous day. A quick glance at the watch on her wrist and she knew she still had another twenty minutes to spare. She figured she could use a shower bath since she was exhausted.
She peeled off her uniform and soon, she was left in her pants and bra. She had always had large,full breasts. She unhooked her bra and her tits sprang free, out of their confined space.
She removed her panties and headed into the shower. She had spent five minutes in there and was thinking of cutting her enjoyment short since her body was now relieved.
The thought had barely formed in her mind when she saw the bathroom door open. She gave a yelp as she saw the version of a Greek god stand before her. He had all of her clothes in his hand.
She stood still as she was at a loss of what to do. She stood transfixed as the water from the shower sprayed on her. She quickly collected herself and dashed a quick glance around. She had to rectify the situation or else she would be fired from her job if the man filed a complaint about her.
She saw that there was nothing she could use in covering herself as the towels were behind the man. She reached out and switched off the water spraying on her while she decided to approach the man since there was nothing she could do about it.
She placed her hands on her pussy as she approached him with a plea in her eyes. She got to about a foot distance from him and stopped. She was about to say something when he raised his hand signalling her to stop.
He moved closer to her and motioned her to move backwards. She continued moving until she was underneath the shower. He had dropped her clothes which were in his hands, so he had both hands free to explore.
He stretched his hand and turned on the shower knob. The water sprayed down on her wetting the sleeve of the hand he had used in turning the knob on.
The fear in Leila's heart increased and her heart beat could be heard over a thousand miles. She could see the man scrutinising her through his dark eyelashes and she felt gloriously naked.
The man soon began tracing the path of the water from her face down to her neck. He traced it with his fingers down to the nipple of her right tit. He rubbed at it with his forefinger and moved on to the left tit.
Leila stood still as the man did this. Her nipples soon became hardened and perked up.
"What's your name?" He asked with a deep voice.
"Leila."
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The penthouse suite occupied two floors. The top floor housed the living room and the kitchen. The dining area was seperated from the kitchen with a dark wood panelling that was about four feet high.
The bedrooms and also a large swimming pool. There were also potted flowers around the pool and an outdoor shower. The door to the pool led from the sliding door to the kitchen.
The living room also boasted of a wall to ceiling glass wall that allowed one partake in the hustle and bustle of the city without being physically involved.
The ground floor housed Vishal's office and study. Ever since he became the General manager of The Hub, he never went to the corporate office more than once a week.
He always walked from his penthouse suite and answered all correspondence from his home office. He only went out whenever he had business dealings or social functions to attend.
His bodyguards also have their apartment in the second floor, right in his penthouse. Whenever he needed to summona manager, he would send for such person and have him drive down to his place.
He worked hard since he had been promised by his father to hand over the company to him when he clocked thirty. Although noone else knew, Vishal was already counting down the years left till he became thirty.
He had always wished to never grow up and now, he wished he could grow up faster. He wanted to take up the business as he felt that some of the peaceful decisions made by his father were not necessary.
He felt his father needed to take some harsh decisions which would make his competitors fear him like they did his son.