“Rental Accomodation. Immediate entry.

Price negotiable. Local area.

Further details available on request”.

I stopped at the post office window. The card caught my interest immediately.

My boyfriend and I had come to the end of our tenancy agreement and urgently required somewhere to stay. I work in this small village, Evesham, in the local library. I feel connected to this place, my name is Eve. Dan is a landscape gardener and although he travels around, his base is only a few miles away.

It was my lunch hour. The old-fashioned bell rang as I open the door to the general store, which also doubles as the post office. Mrs. Daley smiled at me as I approached.

“I'm interested in the advert about rental accommodation. Can you give me the details please?”

“It only came in about an hour ago. It's a small apartment attached to Evesham Hall. The owner would like a young couple, preferably as soon as possible, as he wishes a presence on the estate. He is away a lot on business. There is a housekeeper who lives in a wing of the house but she is quite elderly now, and he feels a young presence is needed to keep an eye on things.”

I cheekily asked for the advert to be removed. Mrs Daly obliged.

She wouldn't tell us the landlord’s name.

I phoned the contact number.An appointment was made.

Dan and I approached the house in his old Land Rover.

It was a beautiful ivy-clad building, standing in extensive grounds and gardens.

Dan was ecstatic, planning what he could do here.

The imposing front door was opened by an elderly, pleasant lady who showed us into the library.

Now it was my turn to be ecstatic.

The man who rose to shake our hands was instantly recognisable.

Hugh Blake, member of Parliament and a Cabinet Minister in the Conservative Government.

My first impressions were of a man in his late fifties, trying to pass himself off as much younger, going slightly to seed after all the expense-free lunches and too much good living.

However, he put us at our ease and I warmed to him, despite the plummy tones and something else which I couldn't quite identify, at that time.

He explained the need for a presence on the property. His housekeeper lived on the premises Monday to Friday, but she had weekends off. He questioned us about our employment, interests etc, in a non intrusive way. He was particularly keen for Dan to undertake work in the gardens. He would have free reign. Dan was over the moon.

He then turned to me and rather cryptically said that perhaps my services, not just Dan’s, would be welcome.

Rent was very cheap. First month free. If we liked the arrangement, the rent could be negotiated.

He showed us to the small apartment which had been the servants’ quarters. Old-fashioned but comfortable and spotlessly clean. I loved it.

We shook hands on the deal, he held my hand longer than necessary. We agreed to move in that weekend.

On the drive home Dan announced;

“He fancies you. He was mentally undressing you. He couldn't take his eyes off your tits!”

We both laughed. A frisson started in my body.

Life was good and going to get better.

Saturday came, and we moved our few possessions in. Dan had to work for a couple of hours. I was on steps, reaching into a cupboard in the kitchen, when a knock came to the door I shouted to come in.

Hugh stood there, a bottle of bubbly in his hand.

His hungry eyes surveyed me. My skirt was short, I'm sure my knickers were visible, my feet and legs were bare, my top was tight and clingy . I was not wearing a bra.

“Is this an inconvenient time to call?”

Of course it wasn't. Dan and I had thought this might happen. Anything was on the table.

Rent free! I'm up for that and whatever that entails.

I fluttered my eyelashes and muttered, I wasn't dressed smartly enough to receive visitors. The bulge in his chinos indicated he was more than happy with my attire.

I descended the ladder slowly, making sure I hitched my skirt up further. His eyes devoured me.

Breathlessly, I sat at the table beside him, insisting he opened the bubbly. Sadly Dan wouldn't be back for hours. He grinned. I was now tingling and wet. This was fun. I have good breasts and I put them to good use. Discreetly, I pulled the clingy top tighter. My nipples were sticking out and the shape and size of my tits were visible. His breathing was becoming heavy and he had stopped all pretence of not staring at my tits.

“I came to discuss the rental price and I had indicated earlier I might welcome services from you. I am good at reading signals. Your body is telling me you are open to suggestions. In return I think the rental fee could be waived. I have selective needs, not necessarily full intercourse. Would this arrangement be acceptable?”

An older, wealthy, famous man, not unattractive, looking for sexual favours? Rent free. Definitely.

That was the first of our encounters.

He asked me to remove my top and stand in front of him. He grabbed my breasts and fondled and rubbed vigorously, then he took my nipples between his fingers and rolled and pinched them. They were now standing out like organ stops. I was loving this. My soaking knickers were proof. Then his mouth found my left breast and he sucked, nibbled and licked , while his hands rubbed my right breast. I thought he would remove my skirt and knickers next, I hoped he would, but no.

Then he asked me to unzip his trousers. Immediately the bulge flew out, throbbing and wet. He directed me to take him. I duly obliged. I absorbed his pulsing, wet dick while his hands clenched my hair. Moments later he pulled me up and put his pulsing cock between my breasts. Seconds was all it took.

He ejaculated over my naked breasts.

Bizarrely he thanked me and gave me a chaste kiss, before zipping up and leaving me. I was a riot of unfulfilled emotions.

Poor Dan! When he returned, I launched myself on him and performed all my unfulfilled needs.

He didn't complain.

Hugh would visit sporadically. I performed beautifully. He never wanted more than a blowjob and to play with my tits. He would spray them regularly and massage them with his juices. He never showed any interest in my pussy.

Bizarre!

We were never charged rent. One day I found a key. I tried it in various locks. Nothing.

Then one night, we tried it in the door at the end of the kitchen corridor it opened , and another corridor led into the main house. We had never gone there.

We sneaked up the grand staircase and into a huge reception room. It was opulent with stunning views and an ornate mirror on one wall.

On closer inspection, we realised it was a two way mirror and on the other side was a huge bed, lavishly decorated with nymphs and expensive bedding. We were intrigued but didn't explore further.

The next day Hugh arrived. He always knocked first and although he owned the place, he never just strolled in. He carried a large package.

“At out first meeting I mentioned that I might welcome your services Eve.”He smiled as he said this. He knew that Dan approved of these services.

“Tomorrow evening two friends are coming to discuss an upcoming party here, naturally you are both invited. Martha, my housekeeper, will not be here. Could I persuade you Eve to help out? I pay well. It would only involve serving drinks and canapes which will be delivered in the afternoon. Nothing else is expected of you, except to be your beautiful charming self and if you could please wear this uniform.“He indicated the package. It had a London Specialised Boutique marked on it.

Of course, I said yes. £250 for about three hours work. After finalising the times, he left.

I wasted no time in opening the package. It was a beautiful costume which would have been worn by a serving wench, although the fabric was superior quality. I stripped off completely and tried it on. It fitted perfectly, well if you can call a dress that exposed my breasts perfect.

It was black satin, floor-length and full skirted. It had puff sleeves edged in demure white lace, which matched the white lace cap and apron.

That was where demure stopped. The top of the dress was low cut, so low that my areola was partly visible. It laced up. The lacing was deliberately designed so that most of my breasts were on show. Very sexy without showing all. Dan loved it. He lifted me onto the kitchen table, pulled up the skirt and rode me hard, being careful not to come over the beautiful dress.

At 6:30 the following evening I waited in the kitchen of Evesham Hall for Hugh to ring the bell indicating that my duties had started.

When I arrived earlier, he smiled approvingly at my appearance. Mainly at my tits bursting out of the tight, laced up bodice, my carefully made up face with my eyes darkened, gave me a vamp look. My long black hair was neatly coiled under the lace cap.

His fingers stroked my areola then his hands plunged in and pulled my breasts out completely.

“Perfection . oh how I wish I had more time.” he continued to gaze and stroke. I was getting aroused too at the thought of serving these men topless. Then for the first time, his hand moved downwards. He lifted the skirt and asked me to remove my knickers while he watched. Of course I did. I have a full black bush which his hand reached out to touch just as the front door bell rang.

“Fuck! Timing is all wrong.” He left to greet his friends.

I reluctantly rearranged myself and put my tits back inside the skimpy top.

The bell rang. I went to the library. Hugh and two other older men stood there.

“You rang sir. What service can I perform?”

Hugh smiled in amusement. He did not know I was going to do this. He watched the reactions of the older men. They stood there with their mouths agape openly staring at my tits. They were drooling. I knew exactly what service they wanted me to perform.

I returned to the kitchen and brought the canapes to the library. The men were now seated. As I passed the tray to them I stood provocatively close, ensuring they could practically touch my naked breasts. I also served their drinks. Hugh was loving this.

“Gentlemen, my serving wench is called Eve. An appropriate name for a temptress don't you think?” I stood there trying to pretend I was coy.

“Do you wonder what she is wearing beneath that fetching outfit? How about a wager ?”

I felt my tits tingle and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

The two men now fuelled by lust and good malt joined in enthusiastically.

“£50 on white lace knee-length drawers. “

“£75 on a black thong.”

Hugh had seen the purple knickers.

“£100 on purple panties”

They placed the money on the small table and turned to me.

“Well my dear, will you tell us who has won?”

I replied “Here is my deal. I won't tell you, but I will show you. On one condition. If no one is correct I keep the money”.

This was more than they had expected. The naked desire in their faces, their bulging trousers, spoke volumes. Hugh smiled confidently.

Win. Win for him. Plus he had impressed his friends with a beautiful young woman showing most of her breasts, now she would lift her skirts to reveal those sexy purple knickers.

Agreed.

I stood in the centre of the room, all eyes fixed on me. I bent and slowly, teasingly , inched the front of my dress upwards, no definitely not knee length drawers. Higher now past my knees. The atmosphere was electric. Then with a final movement. The answer was revealed. Their faces were a study.

Not purple, not white, not black.

A naked pussy hidden from view by a black bush. I let them feast their eyes before slowly turning to let them see my naked bottom. After all they had paid and a deal is a deal!

I dropped the skirt and turned to face them.

They had loved my performance. I reached and took the money, tucking it into my cleavage as I winked at Hugh.

He raised his glass in a toast and smiled broadly.

“Touche Eve!”

The purple knickers were still on the floor in the kitchen.