World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 02 by TheCulling,TheCulling
I had dinner with Crystal that night. She came over looking her absolute best, and we spent the evening watching old black and white movies. She wasn’t the sort of person to have a lot of knowledge of such things, but she confessed to me after a couple of viewings that she really enjoyed them.

We made love again that night, but this time I was sure to remind her that Celeste would be bringing us our breakfast and would be cleaning up in the morning. She initially objected, but when Celeste came by with a tray full of food for two, she elected that having a servant bringing her food wasn’t so bad. Celeste made a face at her behind her back as she changed my sheets, and I had to stifle my laughter.

Crystal again had to leave for work, but she promised that she would be back tonight. This time she was a little bit more enthusiastic about saying good-bye, now that she was sure that I wasn’t going to throw her out.

I found myself thinking about Scarlet while I was bidding good-bye. Crystal had been aware of my fame and had really fought to get my attention, and that was something that I didn’t particularly care for in a woman. But Scarlet had been almost completely unimpressed when I had asked her out. Most girls would have dropped their obligations in a heartbeat in order to have a shot with me. She had been a very diligent worker and very sweet to me. I elected that I had to see her again.

I went by the sandwich shop again. Once more it was empty. And once again she served me with a smile. No mention was made of my interest in her, although she had to have been aware. I kept the interaction simple and polite as I took my food, thanked her, and then sat at my table. Again I noticed that she was alone, and today I noticed that she was watching me out of the corner of her eye.

I found myself wondering if she had said no to my offer of spending time with me out of her own free will.

When I came by the third day we had an almost identical interaction with each other. I sat by myself and enjoyed my sandwich, and I was about to go about my day when the phone on the counter rang.

I looked up curious as Scarlet ran to answer it.

“Owner?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“I understand.” She said. “Tonight.”

She hung up.

“I’m sorry, but we’re closing.” She told me. “Are you finished?”

She seemed a little bit distracted. I had the impression that if I hadn’t been here she would have been out the door already.

“Yes, I am.” I told her. I thought it best not to ask any questions as I handed her my tray and got up to leave. “Is something the matter?”

“No!” She said, a little bit too quickly. “Ummm… I mean…” She hesitated, as if trying to decide on what to say. “Something has come up.”

The instant I stepped outside the door and back onto the street, she flipped the sign on the door from open to closed, and then the lights flickered off. I stood on the side of the street, wondering what I should do next. I was concerned about her, truly. But I barely knew her. It would have to wait until tomorrow.

I called up Celeste and asked her to have tea ready when I returned. I went home and worked on my next book as Celeste hovered over me, pouring me another cup every time it was empty.

We never talked much during moments like this, a fact that I deeply appreciated. I was deep in the flow of work, the words pouring onto my screen like water, when a knock came at the door.

I gave a sharp, irritated look at the door.

“I’ll answer it.” Celeste said. She made her way to the door.

“It’s the girl from last night.”

“Crystal?”

“Yes.”

“Send her away.”

Celeste opened the door. Crystal was standing there, hand raised as if about ready to knock again. Her mouth opened in surprise as she stared at Celeste.

“The Master is at work.” Celeste said promptly. “Please leave.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“My instructions were clear.” Celeste said, a little peevishly, as she moved to shut the door in her face. Crystal reached forward and stop her.

“But I was invited!” She insisted.

“You’ve very early.” Celeste said. “The Master will see you later tonight.”

“But we’re sleeping together!” Crystal protested.

“Get in line.” Celeste said shortly. She pushed her arm away and closed the door.

I stared at the screen, my hands unmoving. The momentary distraction had cost me my flow.

Celeste tried to calm me down by giving me a quick neck and shoulder massage, but unfortunately I had been driven out of my zone. I was now concerned about my relationship with Crystal.

“She shouldn’t be coming down so early.” I murmured. “Celeste, we need to get her on a schedule.”

Her phone was in her hand in an instant. “What hours work for you?”

I close my eyes.

“Today is Thursday…” I murmur. “I suppose six to seven once a week on Thursday will be fine from now on.”

She put the information on her phone and then sent it.

“Something tells me she won’t like only seeing you weekly.” She said.

“It’ll be biweekly if she complains.” I said.

“Or it could be not at all.” She challenged.

“She can be fun to be around.” I said. “She just doesn’t know what I’m like yet.”

I was already thinking of Scarlet. The thought of being with Crystal again didn’t seem nearly as appealing as the strange, light hearted sandwich shop girl with bright red eyes.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to get back into work, but found myself struggling to recapture the same feeling I had before. In the end, I called it quits, told Celeste that I would see Crystal now, and tried to unwind.

She was there within fifteen minutes, looking a little bit angry.

“Why did you have your maid turn me away?” She asked, enraged.

“I was working.” I told her. “Don’t come here before you’re expected.”

She bristled a little bit, but fell silent. It looked as if she were completely unused to being talked to that way.

She brightened up a little when she sat down next to me, and then some more when I started touching me, and then soon enough was moaning my name.

“It hurt my feelings.” She told me, as we lay in bed together, hands clasped. “When you asked me to leave.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I had to.”

“Why?”

“It was important.”

“More important than me?”

“Yes.”

She recoiled slightly, let out a deep breath of air, and tried to hold back her emotions.

“Don’t think I don’t care about your feelings.” I said. “But work comes first.”

We again awoke to Celeste’s cooking. Crystal looked a good deal happier than when she had first come by, and walked a little over breakfast.

“Oh no, I have to be at work.” She said, checking her watch. “Um, same time tomorrow?”

“Next week.” I told her. Her face fell a little. Celeste smirked at me from behind her.

“Okay.” She said, sounding a little defeated. “Next week.”

We kissed goodbye and then she was gone. Celeste watched her go.

“What are you going to do today, Master?”

“Work.” I told her. “Pour me my tea.”

She did so, obediently, and I found myself engrossed in my writing once again. Celeste left me to attend to her cleaning around the building, and I was left alone.

In about an hour or so I found myself desiring a chance to see Scarlet again. So I stood up, got ready to go out, and then hit the pavement. I was not yet hungry, so I found myself enjoying the city a little bit more than I usually did. Plenty of people stopped and exchanged pleasantries with me, and I engaged with them happily, discussing upcoming holiday plans, past novels, and even my old school life.

When I did finally arrive at the sandwich shop, I was surprised to see that it was still closed. I had not seen a single customer since I had started going there, so I confess my first thought was that they must have finally gone out of business. However when I looked through the door I saw Scarlet standing behind the counter, as if she were waiting for customers. On a whim I opened the door and stepped inside.

“Hello!” Scarlet said brightly, as I walked into the room. “How can I help you?”

“Your sign is turned around the wrong way.” I told her, as I pointed at it. She looked at me as if I had grown a second head, before glancing at the sign in shock.

“Oh, no.” She said unhappily. “I didn’t notice…”

She came out from behind the counter to turn it around. I watched her as she did so, and for the first time I noticed a large, deep scar on the side of her neck. She caught me looking and, probably out of a sense of self-consciousness, covered it with her hand.

I thought it was an excellent time to bring up last night.

“Where did you go last night?”

She froze. She clearly hadn’t been expecting that at all. I had the distinct impression she was trying to come up with a plausible sounding story.

“The boss called and asked me to close up shop.” She said at last. I was certain this was a half-truth. It seemed genuine, but at the same time it made me wonder why she didn’t just explain it to me the previous day.

“I wouldn’t think that you could afford to close.” I told her. “I’ve never seen anyone else here.”

She giggled.

‘Yes, it’s very quiet.” She said. “It’s why I love working here during the day.”

“What do you do at night?”

The question, again, seemed to catch her off guard. I was beginning to feel as if every time I posed a personal question to her that she became unusually defensive. It came off as if she was trying to hide something.

“You don’t have to hide anything from me.” I told her. “Just be yourself.” I darted my head to the menu. “Could I have my usual, please?”

She made me my sandwich in silence, and then handed it to me without another word. She seemed to be deep in thought. I sat down to eat and had barely begun eating when my eyes fell on the TV monitor on the side of the wall. It was a news report about an assassination on a local government official who had hoped to win a major election next year. I watched the report with a sinking feeling in my stomach: I had met the candidate in question, and although I had chosen not to vote for him I felt a strange sense of loss at the news that he was dead. The reporter was just about to describe the assassination itself when the monitor clicked off.

I turned to look at Scarlet, who was holding a remote.

“Sorry.” She apologized. “I don’t…. like seeing morbid stuff on TV.”

“Fair enough.” I told her. “I met the man. He was very kind to me.”

Scarlet’s smile became rather fixed.

“Yes.” She said. “I’m sure he was.”

She went into the back as I finished my meal and stood up. I cleaned up on her behalf (I had still never seen a single other employee in the store) and made my way home. My mind was churning with new ideas for my next novel.