A Special Order

My name was Xavier Zeller, and I worked as a freelance errand runner. My favorite gigs were pet-sitting, where I visited people's homes to feed their cats and dogs.

That day, I accepted a job in the city's most prestigious neighborhood. The houses there were worth millions—the kind I could only dream of affording. Every car passing through the gates was either driven by a sleek, stunning woman or a high-powered executive.

Using the key provided by the client, I unlocked the front door of the luxurious home. However, the moment I stepped inside, I was stunned by the scene before me.

A stunning woman lay sprawled across the luxurious couch in the grand living room. She was positioned on her side, wearing nothing but a silk slip dress that clung to her curves—full where it needed to be and contoured in all the right places. She seemed like the very definition of perfection.

The woman, Michelle Santos, appeared entirely oblivious to my existence. With her legs splayed and her head thrown back, she emitted soft, breathy moans.

A faint persistent buzzing resonated around her, leading me to surmise that she was lost in the throes of self-exploration, perhaps assisted by some clandestine device.

In the throes of her rapture, Michelle became increasingly absorbed in the experience, her moans rising in a symphony of fervor as the scene unfolded with escalating intensity.

Each undulation of her body was a captivating spectacle.

I remained utterly still, my gaze fixed and unblinking, words caught in the web of my throat.

After what felt like an eternity, the relentless buzzing ceased.

Michelle, her cheeks still aglow and breath coming in quickened bursts, caught sight of me at last. A gasp escaped her lips, and she sprang to her feet, frantically adjusting her dress.

"Who are you?" she asked sharply, her cheeks flushed, and droplets of water were glinting at the corner of her mouth.

The sight of her ignited my desire. Even so, I turned away awkwardly, trying my best to explain.

"I-I'm the guy from the app... here to feed your dog..." I faltered, looking around in confusion. Oddly enough, there was no sign of a dog—no barking, no leash, nothing.

Michelle paused, her attention seemingly drawn to some sound emanating from her wireless earbuds. She scrutinized me closely for an instant before muttering something. But I could not quite catch what she was saying.

In the midst of the decidedly scandalous tableau I had inadvertently stumbled upon, she bore no trace of embarrassment.

"Oh, you must be here for Mimi," Michelle remarked thoughtfully. She crossed her arms, still studying me.

I noticed the earpiece once more when she tilted her head, clearly listening to someone on the other end. After a moment, she returned her focus to me, her expression tinged with a hint of discomfort.

"Lift your shirt. I need to see if you're hiding anything dangerous," she said almost hesitantly.

It was an odd request, yet I found myself devoid of any grounds for dissent, for I had naught to lose. Thus, I lifted my shirt and turned about, revealing my bare form to assure her I was not carrying anything.

Michelle's eyes lit up as she edged nearer, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing cadence. The silk slip she wore clung to her form, teasingly hinting at the absence of anything beneath. My breath caught in my throat as she approached, her very essence enveloping me in an intoxicating haze.

"Nice body," Michelle purred, trailing her delicate fingers across my abs with a teasing touch.

I let out a nervous chuckle, not knowing what else to do.

In that moment, she faltered, her confidence wavering, her glossy lip caught between the pressure of her teeth as if she were grappling with an unspoken dilemma.

Her gaze flickered downward before meeting mine again, blazing with a smoldering intensity. As her hand trailed lower, she asked, "Why is it so... hard here?"

I stumbled back, my heart racing. Yet, Michelle would not permit my retreat. She bridged the distance in an instant, seizing my collar and looking up at me with a sultry gaze that sent shivers down my spine.

She licked her lips slowly, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Why are you so shy? Don't worry. I don't bite."

"Miss, I-I didn't know anyone would be home! I'm just here for the dog—" I stammered, swallowing hard as I tried to explain.

Michelle cut me off before I could finish, her hand closing around me with a grip that left me utterly powerless. Her touch was deceptively gentle yet unyielding, making resistance impossible.

She whispered seductively, "Relax, you haven't come to the wrong house. The Mimi you should be feeding? It's me."