Just Your Average Harem ((Arkaniel x anyway))
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				Title: <strong>Just Your Average Harem ((Arkaniel x anyway))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:39:12</strong>
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				Amelia woke from her slumber when the light of the sun started to seep past her bedroom curtains, and with a disgruntled moan she pulled the covers up higher, attempting unsuccessfully to fall back asleep. But after ten minutes laying there, she groaned and threw the comforter back. She wouldn't get anything done by staying in bed, not even sleeping, and if Master Anthony found out, he would not be happy. So with a long yawn, arms stretched out behind her and back arched, she stood.<br><br>It had been three weeks since she had started living in this Beverly Hills mansion, catering to every whim the owner had. And even though she was the newest member of his personal harem, he seemed to be favoring Amelia over the other two girls, Bridget and Lily, who'd been there for two years and one year respectively. It seemed to be a tradition for the master to get a new girl every year, and given the way he was treating her over the others, he tired of them. All three of them had fallen deep into debt for various reasons, and when all hope had been lost, Master Anthony showed up, offering to pay off all the debt in return for an undecided amount of time in his service. At first, Amelia had thought she would be a typical servant for a ridiculously wealthy man, but as soon as she had arrived on the grounds, it was made perfectly clear to her that she would be used for far more than simple servitude.<br><br>Brushing her shoulder length light blonde hair out of her eyes, Amelia stared longingly at the bathroom door across her room. It was typical of Anthony to cut off use of private showers for the first couple of months, meaning she had to use the large bathroom located on the first floor, which was incapable of being locked from the inside. Grabbing her silk bathrobe that matched the lingerie she was wearing - both gifts when she first moved in - she snuck out of her room, quietly and quickly treading down the stairs and towards the ever familiar door. While Amelia had accepted her role here, she still didn't particularly like to run into the master this early in the day, when she hadn't even <em>showered</em> yet. With a slight sigh of relief, she made it to the bathroom without incident, slipping inside and closing the door behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Your Average Harem ((Arkaniel x anyway))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 11:02:52</strong>
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				Being a successful lawyer, representing many Hollywood celebrities in their endless marriages and divorces, their numerous contracts needing to be negotiated with producers and franchise companies and the plethora of lawsuits for harassment, drunk driving and drugs, made Anthony Michaels a rich man. A very, rich man. He could easily afford the mansion in Beverly Hills, living between the stars, many of whom he worked for. With twenty five bedrooms, equally as many bathrooms, both an indoor and outdoor swimming pool and a garage large enough for six cars, his home was large and opulent, overlooking the Californian beach in the distance, while on the other side, he had an almost unobstructed view of the mountain with the famous white letters.<br><br>At thirty two years old, he was young to be as successful and rich as he was and he lived it up. Armani filled his wardrobe, Porsche his garage and three young ladies filled his bed whenever he wished. For while he did well for himself, many others didn’t. It had become something of a trend for rich, single men to hire themselves a harem. It was completely legal and in return for the services they got, cheaper than any single wife. All he had to do was provide them with food, a room, clothes and a small paycheck to pay of their debts which had caused them to need his help and job offer in the first place. In return, they were essentially his slaves, though they had the right, under contract, to refuse things. He didn’t tell them about that clause however. It was in the fine prints.<br><br>His latest acquisition was a delicious young blonde woman, but she was still new. She was a bit on the shier side, not doing anything as openly as he had trained the other two to do. So, this morning, knowing of her tendency to slip to a quick shower, he waited for her in the bathroom. He was a very good looking man, athletically fit, handsome, with light grey eyes and messy, short, black hair. And right now, he was all naked, sitting in the warm, large Jacuzzi. It was large enough to accommodate six people, but for now, he only had plans for two.<br><br>As she opened the door and slipped inside, he spoke out, “Good morning, Amelia. Come, join me. I am in need of a good scrubbing… and maybe something more”, he invited her, standing up in the bath, revealing his tanned, naked body and his already slightly aroused, engorged manhood.<br>
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