World’s Biggest Harem

Literotic asexstories – World’s Biggest Harem by TheCulling,TheCulling
I used to think I was an average guy. Hell, I still think that, sometimes, when I’m alone. But that’s happening less and less these days.

I suppose that the way I view myself isn’t the way others see me. My normal routine, for most guys, is probably the ideal lifestyle. I’ve had no real responsibilities to think of since my writing career took off. My work takes me maybe a couple of hours each day, and I enjoy every minute. Money hadn’t been a problem since I moved away from my Mother’s house. I had been underage when I had gotten my first novel published and my publisher eventually realized that my Mother was embezzling my money to fund her own endeavors.

A part of me understands that this is in no way, average. But it is my normal.

At twenty five I already possessed numerous best sellers under my belt, with a film adaption on the way. The director called me every day to assure me that the project was going smoothly and that I would soon be wealthier than ever.

“Mmmmm…”

I adjusted in my seat as I turned my neck, the phone pressed into my ear.

“Listen.” The director was saying. He had called much later than he usually did today’s call. Filming seemed to have gone on a tad bit longer than usual. “Why don’t you come down to the set and see for yourself?”

“I’d love to, but I need to finish my next project.” I told him. We had had this conversation before. The director seemed to feel as if the fans wouldn’t approve of his work on the film if I wasn’t outright advocating for it.

“But I-”

“Mmmm…”

The girl sitting next to me nibbled on my neck. She was a taller girl, with long powerful legs and stunning green eyes. I rolled my eyes and pushed her away. She giggled.

“Look.” I said. “You need to focus on making the movie as good as possible. Fans are always skeptical of film adaptions.”

“Yes, I know, but-”

“I’ll see you at the premier.” I said shortly. I hung up the phone and groaned. The girl stroked my leg.

“Isn’t he a big name director?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“Shouldn’t you treat him with respect?”

“I am.” I told her, annoyed. “He doesn’t need to call me every day.”

The two of us were sitting in my little apartment in the building I had straight up bought. The Hotel, which had stood abandoned for almost two decades, had garnered a reputation in my state for being haunted. I had bought the building, moved in, and had half-heartedly hoped that I would encounter ghosts. Five years and several renovations later, I had been disappointed to never even once encounter one. Looking at this small, sparsely decorated room, you would probably never guess that the owner was fast becoming one of the most successful people on the planet.

The girl, Crystal, was giving me that appraising look. I knew it very well at this point. I was being evaluated. I had only met her last week, and she really didn’t know me very well at all. I was sure that a part of her suspected that the image of the incredibly successful, wealthy author was some kind of façade.

A knock came at the door. Before I could even answer, it opened.

“Sir.” The girl said. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Dressed in an elaborate black and white maid uniform complete with thigh high stockings and heels, the girl struck a rather impressive figure.

“Celeste.” I offer. “What is it?”

“The work in room 302 has been completed.” She said. “Tomorrow we will start work on 303.”

I frowned. “Is that the one where-”

“Yes.” She said promptly. “It will take some time. Perhaps a month.”

“Hm.” I said. When I had acquired the hotel, very few rooms were fit for habitation. Unwilling to put off moving in while the work was being done on the additional rooms, I had been slowly bringing in help to get the rest of the hotel in working order. We had been fixing up the entire hotel, one room at a time, and was nowhere near being finished. “Is that all?”

“It is.”

“Then you may go.”

Celeste nodded her head at me. She turned, the bottom of her dress blowing elegantly with the movement, and left us, shutting the door behind her.

“Who was that?” Crystal asked disparagingly.

“The maid.” I answered.

“She dresses funny.”

“She likes it.” I said shortly.

She opened her mouth as if to argue her point, but I stood up.

“The style is called Gothic Lolita.” I said. “More girls should try it, in my opinion.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“You like that stuff?”

“I like all sorts of girls.” I said simply.

She stood up as well and rubbed my shoulder. “Girls like me?” She asked, her voice simpering.

I turned around to face her.

“You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

Sex with her was quite pleasant, although rather average. Her long, limber legs were pleasant to the touch, and when they wrapped around me I felt a strong attraction to her. After our activities, we lay in bed, still touching each other, fondling.

“Wow.” She was saying. “I… I’m surprised.” She was flushed and breathing hard. This wasn’t the first time a girl had told me that I was the best she ever had. It was becoming something of a regular occurrence, although I wasn’t sure how true it was. It was possible that they simply wanted to try and get me to put a ring on her finger.

I’m a bit of a workaholic, and don’t really sleep much. It wasn’t long after that that I got out of bed and turned on my computer, and started working on my next book.

She lay in bed, watching me.

“You know.” She said. “You work harder than anyone I’ve ever known.”

Like I said. I see myself as average. But moments like that made me feel as if I had a rather poor opinion of myself.

…

She made me breakfast the next day, chasing out poor Celeste who had tried bringing me what she had made. I ate without complaint, although I privately thought that Celeste was a far better cook. Crystal was much nicer to me than she been the night before, attending to my every need.

“Ummm…” She flushed. “We’re… going to see each other again, won’t we?”

“I suspect so.” I said, surprised. “Why wouldn’t we?”

She looked very pleased. When she kissed me goodbye her hand lingered.

“I… I can’t wait to see you again.” She said. And then she was gone.

I didn’t watch her leave. I returned to my computer and began to work. About an hour later, Celeste returned, scowling, and asked if she could clean my apartment, or if she would get chased out again. I assured her that it was fine, and she went about her usual routine.

“I’m glad the trash took itself out.” She sniffed. Although quite regal and elegant with company, she had realized that I would allow her to be rather sharp tongued when we were alone together.

“She was rather rude to you.” I said, amused. “I’ll have a word about that when she comes back.”

“You’re having her back?” She asked. “Why?”

“I liked her.”

She scowled. “You have poor taste.”

She finished her cleaning, bit me goodbye, and went on her way. I worked a little bit more, and found myself feeling the urge to stretch my legs.

The town I lived in was a lively little place. Although I tended to shy away from cameras and interviews, everyone I interacted with seemed to know me by name and seemed to know an awful lot about my personal and professional life. I disliked attention, and did my best to politely disengage from those going out of their way to interact with me simply because I was famous.

Celeste usually prepared all of my meals, so I typically had no real reason to do so, but I hadn’t eaten all that much of Crystal’s cooking, and so I found myself checking out a number of the local restaurants. I was in no mood for something all that heavy, so I decided a sandwich would do.

I found a nice, quiet place and entered. The girl behind the counter looked up. Beautiful red eyes and long black hair fell down her back.

“Be right there!” She called. She turned her back to me and began cutting ingredients with gusto. She seemed to be the only one working. I stood patiently at the counter as she worked. After a minute or so, she set down the knife and turned to face me.

“How can I help you?” She asked politely.

I gave her my order and she immediately got to work. She spun around and begun feverishly working, just as quickly as she had before. She certainly wasn’t lazy, I realized. But it seemed as if she needed a little help.

It took me a little longer to get my sandwich than I expected, but I didn’t mind. I had nothing but time. I paid for the food, thanked her, and made to sit down.

As I ate, I began to notice just how few customers were in the store. Other than myself, there were no customers. The girl behind the counter didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact she had come out from behind the counter to sweep the floor, humming tunelessly to herself.

I couldn’t help myself. I found myself charmed.

“Is it normally this quiet here?”

She looked up at me, smiling absentmindedly. “Oh, absolutely!” She said. “We’re not the most popular place on the block….”

“Why is that?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Why do you think so?”

I thought about it.

“Well it did take me a while to get my sandwich.” I said slowly. The girl’s red eyes widened.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” She said. The broom dropped to the ground. “I… did my best! I swear!”

I hadn’t expected her to overreact this way.

“I know.” I said. “But that’s really all that came to mind.”

She sighed, shaking her head as she cast a look behind her at the counter.

“I’m the only one working here right now.” She said, as if to herself. “The owner wanted to cut costs, and I was willing to do it, so…”

She gave a small start, as if she had just said too much, before bending over and picking up the broom.

“Um, excuse me.” She said. She moved to the other side of the room and continued sweeping. I watched her, the gears in my head turning. I wondered why she was so anxious to work so much.

I finished my sandwich and got to my feet. I made my way not the door, but to the girl minding the counter. She looked up at me, and smiled.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“My name?” She asked, surprised. “Scarlet.”

“Because of your eyes?”

“Why, yes!” She said, surprised. “How did you know?”

They were a stunning shade of red. It was hard not to be captivated by them.

“They’re very pretty.”

She blushed, tilting her head downward. “Thank you.” She said softly.

“I’d love to take you somewhere sometime.” I offer. “And we can get to know each other.”

She smiled, and shook her head.

“I’d love to…” She said. “But I’m very busy. Perhaps some other time.”

I was impressed.

“That’s cool.” I said. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will.” She said brightly, as I turned around and made my way to the door. As I moved to open it, the reflection in the glass made me pause. She was watching me rather carefully. I turned back around to give her one last glance, and realized that she looked rather sad.

I turned back around and made my way back home.