The Mansion [Working title] Chapters 1 & 2

Chapter 1

Matthew shifted his weight from one foot to another as he stood before the imposing oak doors of the Lawson mansion. His secondhand suit, bought from a thrift store, felt tight around his broad shoulders. The fabric had already begun to wear thin at the elbows, but it was the best he could afford after dropping out of college last semester.

The cold autumn wind whipped around him, rustling the perfectly manicured hedges that lined the circular driveway. He reached up to fix his crooked tie, remembering how his mother had helped him tie it this morning, her eyes glistening with both pride and worry. The memory of their last conversation weighed heavily on his mind.

"This job could change everything for us, Mom," he'd promised while staring at their stack of unpaid bills on the kitchen counter. "Live-in position means no rent, and the salary..."

The salary would barely make a dent in his student loans, but it was better than nothing. Four semesters of business school had left him with crippling debt and no degree to show for it. His father's medical bills hadn't helped either.

Running his fingers through his unruly brown hair, Matthew tried to tame it one last time before someone answered the door. His hazel eyes darted to the polished brass knocker he'd just used, studying his warped reflection. He looked young, too young maybe, for such a prestigious position. But the agency had assured him his athletic build and height would work in his favor - apparently, the family preferred physically capable staff.

In his pocket, he fingered the crumpled want-ad he'd been carrying for luck: "Seeking young, single male for butler position. Room and board included. Experience not required. Training provided. Must be discrete."

The word "discrete" had struck him as odd, but he'd been too desperate to question it. Now, standing before the mansion's entrance, he wondered what exactly he'd gotten himself into.

The heavy oak doors swung open with a soft creak, and Matthew's breath caught in his throat. There, framed by the ornate doorway, stood Caroline Whitmore. Her presence commanded attention, radiating an aura of refined sexuality that made his collar feel suddenly too tight.

She wore a deep burgundy silk evening gown that clung to her curves like water, the fabric catching the late afternoon light with each subtle movement. The neckline plunged daringly low, revealing the delicate lace of a black bra that peeked through where the gown had slipped slightly open. The way she carried herself made it clear this wasn't an accident - everything about her was calculated for maximum effect.

Her blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders in loose waves, framing a face that belonged on the cover of a magazine. High cheekbones, full lips painted a deep red, and striking blue eyes that seemed to look right through him. A slight smirk played at the corner of her mouth as she noticed his obvious struggle to maintain eye contact.

The gown's slit revealed a generous glimpse of her toned thigh, and a slit in the midriff exposed a tantalizing strip of her flat stomach. A delicate diamond pendant nestled in the hollow of her throat, drawing attention to her elegant neck and collarbones.

"You must be Matthew," she purred, her voice rich and smooth like aged whiskey. "I'm Caroline Whitmore. Please, come in."

The scent of her expensive perfume - something floral with undertones of vanilla and musk - wafted over him as she stepped aside, making his head swim. She moved with the fluid grace of a dancer, every gesture seemingly choreographed to emphasize her perfect figure.

Caroline led Matthew through the grand foyer. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the antique furniture and oil paintings that lined the walls.

"The mansion may seem overwhelming at first," she said, turning to face him with a gentle smile, "but you'll find it's quite intimate. It's just myself and my dear friend Evelyn Sinclair who live here, other than the maid staff. We've known each other since finishing school."

She gestured to a side table where a silver service set gleamed. "Your primary duties will involve maintaining the house's appearance, serving meals, and attending to our personal needs. We take breakfast at nine, lunch at one, and dinner at seven. Evelyn and I often host small gatherings in the evening - nothing too formal, just close friends."

Her manicured fingers traced the edge of an antique vase as she continued. "You'll have your own suite in the east wing, complete with a private bathroom. We believe in treating our staff well, Matthew. Your uniform will be provided, and you'll have access to the kitchen for your own meals."

"The salary we discussed includes a generous bonus system based on your... dedication to service. We value initiative and discretion above all else." She paused, studying his face. "Do you have any questions about your responsibilities?"

Caroline's warmth seemed genuine, her blue eyes twinkling as she spoke. She maintained a professional distance while somehow making him feel like an honored guest rather than an employee. Matthew shook his head.

"Of course, you'll need time to settle in. We'll start your training tomorrow morning. Tonight, I'll have you join Evelyn and me for dinner so we can all get acquainted properly."

Caroline's red-lacquered nails brushed a small silver bell on the side table. The delicate chime echoed through the foyer. "Let me introduce you to one of our staff members."

Footsteps clicked against the marble floor - not the efficient stride of a servant, but a deliberate, teasing rhythm that made Matthew's pulse quicken. Around the corner appeared a young woman who made his mouth go dry.

"This is Chloe, one of our newer additions to the household."

The maid uniform clung to Chloe's curves, the black satin material catching the light with every breath she took. The neckline plunged scandalously low, showcasing the swell of her breasts pushed up by what must have been the world's most effective corset. Delicate white lace trimmed the edges, drawing attention to her cleavage rather than concealing it.

Her auburn hair tumbled past her shoulders in loose waves, and a tiny white cap perched atop her head seemed to mock any pretense of modesty. The skirt barely reached mid-thigh, flaring out with layers of petticoats that bounced and swayed as she moved. Thigh-high stockings in sheer black silk disappeared beneath the hem, held up by glimpses of garter straps that peeked out whenever she shifted her weight.

Chloe dipped into a curtsey that made the already short skirt rise dangerously higher. "Welcome to the mansion, Matthew." Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as they met his, and her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. The movement drew attention to her mouth, full and glossy like ripe fruit.

The uniform's apron, more decorative than functional, tied around her narrow waist with a bow that rested just above the curve of her ass. She'd rolled the sleeves of the dress up to her elbows, showing off delicate wrists and perfectly manicured hands.

Caroline placed a hand on Matthew's shoulder, the warmth of her touch lingering through his suit jacket. "Chloe, darling, would you show Matthew around? Help him get acquainted with the mansion and then show him to his room in the east wing." Her blue eyes flickered between them. "I'll see you at dinner, Matthew. Seven sharp."

As Caroline left the foyer Chloe bounced on her toes, causing interesting ripples through her uniform's tight bodice. "Oh my god, I'm so excited to have someone new here!" She grabbed Matthew's arm, pressing against him as she steered him toward a hallway. "I'm Chloe, but you knew that already. I've only been here three months, but it's literally the best job ever."

Her perfume - something sweet and fruity - wrapped around him as she chatted, leading him past priceless artwork and antique furniture. "The pay is amazing, Mrs. Whitmore is super generous with bonuses, and the uniform..." She twirled, making her short skirt flutter. "Well, it takes some getting used to, but I kind of love it now."

She walked slightly ahead of him, her hips swaying with each step. The back of her uniform was cut low, revealing a generous expanse of creamy skin. "The other girls are great too - you'll meet Grace at dinner, she's such a sweetheart. And Miss Evelyn is just as wonderful as Mrs. Whitmore. They throw the most incredible parties..."

Chloe glanced over her shoulder, catching him staring at her legs. Rather than seeming offended, her green eyes sparkled with delight. "You're going to fit in perfectly here, Matthew. I can tell."

Chloe pushed open a set of mahogany double doors, revealing a grand library with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Crystal sconces cast warm light across leather-bound volumes and plush reading chairs.

"So, what's your story?" She hopped onto a polished desk, her skirt riding up to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings. "How'd a hottie like you end up applying here?"

Matthew's eyes darted away from her exposed thighs. "Just... needed a fresh start. Had to drop out of business school when money got tight."

"Oooh, a college boy!" She leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of cleavage. "Smart and sexy. Mrs. Whitmore definitely knows how to pick 'em."

She led him through french doors into a sunlit conservatory filled with exotic plants. The humid air made her uniform cling even tighter to her curves.

"This is where we serve afternoon tea." Chloe bent over to adjust a orchid's position, her skirt rising dangerously high. "Do you have a girlfriend? Family nearby?"

"No girlfriend." Matthew stuffed his hands in his pockets. "My mom's across town. Dad passed last year - medical bills are part of why I dropped out."

Chloe's playful demeanor softened. She touched his arm gently. "I'm sorry about your dad." Her green eyes held genuine sympathy before sparkling mischievously again. "Well, you won't be lonely here. We're like family - a very close, very friendly family."

She guided him into a formal dining room dominated by a massive table that could seat twenty. Crystal stemware and fine china gleamed in glass-fronted cabinets.

"This is where you'll serve most meals." Her fingers traced patterns on the polished wood. "Tell me more about you. What do you like to do for fun?"

"I used to play baseball in college," Matthew admitted, trying to keep his eyes on her face as she perched on the edge of the dining table. "Starting pitcher until I had to quit the team."

"Mmm, that explains the shoulders." Chloe hopped down and led him through an archway into a gourmet kitchen. Copper pots hung from a rack overhead, and marble countertops gleamed. "You'll get to know this room well. Mrs. Whitmore loves entertaining."

She opened a massive refrigerator, bending over to grab a bottle of water. The movement made her skirt ride up, revealing the bottom curves of her ass barely covered by lace panties. "Thirsty?"

Matthew cleared his throat. "I'm good, thanks."

"Your loss." She took a long drink, a drop of water escaping to trail down her neck and disappear into her cleavage. "So baseball, huh? What position did you play?"

"Pitcher," he repeated, forcing himself to look at the kitchen equipment instead of her. "Had a decent fastball."

"Strong hands then." Chloe stepped closer, taking his right hand in hers. Her fingers traced his palm. "I bet you were really good with ball control."

She led him through a butler's pantry lined with fine china and crystal. "This is where we keep the good stuff for parties. You'll need to memorize where everything goes."

Her hip brushed against his as she reached past him to point out different cabinet contents. The scent of her perfume filled his nose, sweet and intoxicating.

"How about movies? What kind do you like?" She tilted her head, sxposing the graceful line of her neck. "We have movie nights sometimes in the media room. Very cozy."

"Action movies mostly," Matthew shifted his weight as Chloe's fingers traced patterns on his forearm. "Though I haven't had much time for entertainment lately."

"We'll have to fix that." Chloe led him into a plush media room with an enormous screen dominating one wall. Oversized leather couches formed a semicircle, with throw pillows and blankets scattered invitingly. "This is where we have our movie nights. The sound system is amazing - you can feel every... vibration."

She demonstrated by running her fingertips along one of the leather couches. "The seats are so soft. Want to test them out?"

"I should probably see the rest of the house first," Matthew said, tugging at his collar.

"Such dedication." Chloe's laugh was musical as she guided him through double doors into a sun-filled sitting room. "This is one of my favorite spots. Perfect lighting for... reading."

She paused by a chaise lounge, stretching her arms overhead. The movement made her uniform strain across her chest. "I love curling up here with a good book. Do you read much, Matthew?"

"Some. Mostly textbooks lately."

"Mmm, studious. I bet you're good at... learning new things." Her green eyes sparkled as she led him toward another doorway. "Speaking of which, wait until you see the game room. Mrs. Whitmore has quite a collection of ways to keep us entertained."

Her hips swayed hypnotically as she walked ahead of him. "We play all sorts of games here. Some quite... physical. But I'm sure a former athlete like you can handle anything we throw at you."

"Hmph." A soft but stern voice cut through the air behind them.

Matthew turned to find another maid leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed under her modest chest. Despite wearing the same revealing uniform as Chloe, she somehow made it look almost proper. Her short dark hair framed a delicate face set in a slight frown, gray eyes sharp and analytical as they sized him up.

"Oh Em! Perfect timing!" Chloe bounced over to the newcomer. "Matthew, this is Emma. She's been here longer than any of us maids."

Emma's eyes narrowed slightly. "And you're already giving him a terrible tour of the house, I see. Mrs. Whitmore asked me to inform you that the silver needs polishing. Again."

"But Em, I was just helping Matthew get settled! We could do it together later? Maybe grab coffee after?"

"I have actual work to do." Emma's voice was cool as she straightened her already-perfect uniform. "Unlike some people, I take my position here seriously."

"You're no fun," Chloe pouted. "Remember last week when we had that amazing chat about-"

"That was a required staff meeting." Emma cut her off. "And you spent most of it playing with your phone under the table."

Chloe sidled closer to Emma. "We should totally do brunch this weekend! I know this cute little place-"

"I'll be reorganizing the wine cellar." Emma's posture remained rigid despite Chloe's attempts at friendliness. She turned to Matthew with a slight bow that somehow managed to convey both respect and disdain. "Welcome to the household. Try not to let certain influences prevent you from performing your duties adequately."

Emma's footsteps echoed down the hallway as she strode away, back straight as a ruler.

"Don't mind Emma," Chloe sighed, twirling a lock of auburn hair around her finger. "She comes across all ice queen, but she's actually super sweet once you get to know her. Just... awkward with new people. Last week I caught her watching cat videos in the laundry room - she has this soft side she tries to hide."

They continued through the mansion's winding corridors, passing artwork and antiques that probably cost more than Matthew would make in a decade.

"Almost to your room," Chloe chirped, stopping by an ornate door. "But first..." She gestured to the door with a flourish. "This is my room! We're gonna be neighbors."

Her green eyes sparkled as she leaned against the doorframe. "I usually wind down with a glass or two of wine after my evening duties. Gets lonely drinking by myself..." She bit her lower lip. "You should totally join me sometime. I've got this amazing bottle of cab sav I've been saving for a special occasion."

She stepped closer, her perfume wrapping around him like a silk scarf. "Plus, I'm always up late. If you ever need anything - sugar for coffee, company, whatever - just knock. My door's always open for you, neighbor."

Chloe pressed her full breasts against Matthew's chest, the thin satin of her uniform doing little to hide her hardened nipples. Her warm breath tickled his ear as she whispered.

"When I say anything, Matthew, I mean anything." Her tongue flicked against his earlobe. "I get so bored at night, all alone in my room. Such a big bed for just little ol' me."

Her hand traced down his tie, fingertips dancing over the silk. "Maybe I'll show you some of my special talents later. I've got quite a few hidden skills."

She pulled back with a playful pout. "But right now, I need to go polish that silver before Emma has a meltdown." Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as her fingers brushed against his thigh. "I'm really good at polishing things, you know. Making them nice and shiny. Rubbing them until they gleam."

She winked and twirled away, her short skirt flaring to reveal a flash of lace. "Stop by later if you're feeling... tarnished. I'll make sure everything's nice and polished for you."

Matthew slipped into his room, his heart still racing from Chloe's teasing. He loosened his tie, trying to catch his breath, only to freeze at the sight of two more maids standing by his bed.

One had chestnut brown hair falling in soft curls past her shoulders, warm brown eyes, and a gentle smile that somehow made the scandalous uniform seem almost innocent. The other was tall and willowy, with long blonde hair and striking blue eyes that held a hint of mischief.

"Hi! I'm Grace," the brunette said, her voice as sweet as honey. She smoothed her perfectly pressed uniform, the movement drawing attention to her curved hips. "We brought up your luggage."

"And I'm Lily," the blonde added with a playful smirk, perching on the edge of his bed. Her already short skirt rode up further, exposing more of her thigh-high stockings. "We've got your uniform too."

Grace lifted a garment bag from the bed, unzipping it to reveal an impeccably tailored black suit and crisp white shirt. The fabric looked expensive, the kind Matthew could never have afforded on his own.

"Mrs. Whitmore insists all her staff dress appropriately," Grace explained, her fingers trailing over the fine wool of the jacket. "She had this custom made for you."

"Try it on," Lily suggested, stretching languorously across his bed. "We can help if you need... assistance with the fit."

Matthew's face flushed crimson as the two maids waited expectantly. His mouth went dry as he realized they had no intention of leaving while he changed.

"I... uh... maybe I should..." he gestured vaguely toward the door.

"Don't be silly," Grace's sweet voice held a hint of amusement. "Just pretend we're not even here."

"Yeah, we're basically furniture," Lily sprawled further across his bed, her skirt riding dangerously high. "Very observant furniture."

His fingers trembled as he removed his jacket, hanging it carefully over a chair. When he started fumbling with his shirt buttons, Grace clicked her tongue sympathetically.

"Oh sweetie, you're all thumbs." She glided forward, her soft hands batting his away. "Let us help."

Before Matthew could protest, Lily appeared on his other side. Her nimble fingers joined Grace's, working his buttons open from the bottom up while Grace started at his collar.

"I really don't need-" his voice cracked as Grace's knuckles brushed against his throat.

"Shhh," Lily pressed a finger to his lips. "Just relax. We do this for all the new staff."

"Well, the cute ones anyway," Grace giggled, her warm breath tickling his newly exposed chest as she worked lower.

Their fingers met in the middle, completing their task. Matthew stood frozen as they pushed his shirt off his shoulders, their hands sliding down his arms.

"You're so tense," Lily murmured, her fingers kneading his bicep. "We should help you loosen up."

"That's not nece-" Matthew squeaked as Grace's hands smoothed across his bare chest.

"Relax," both girls whispered in unison, pressing closer.

A sharp throat-clearing cut through the heated moment. Grace and Lily sprang apart from Matthew like startled cats.

Emma stood in the doorway, arms crossed beneath her modest chest, one eyebrow arched severely. "Really? His first day?"

"We were just helping him with his uniform," Grace mumbled, suddenly finding the floor fascinating.

"Yeah, you know... being welcoming," Lily added with a sheepish grin.

"Out." Emma's voice cracked like a whip. "Both of you. Now."

"Sorry Emma," they chorused, scurrying past her with matching blushes.

"Sorry Matthew!" Lily called over her shoulder before Emma's glare silenced her.

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "I apologize for their behavior. They can be... overenthusiastic with new staff."

Her eyes drifted across Matthew's exposed chest and abs, lingering for a moment before she caught herself. She bit her lower lip, a faint pink tinging her cheeks.

"Just... get settled in," she said, her usual crisp tone wavering slightly.

She turned on her heel, then paused in the doorway. "And Matthew? Welcome to the household."

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Matthew alone with his thoughts and racing heart.

Chapter 2

Caroline lounged in her high-backed leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. The late afternoon sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her office, casting a warm glow across the mahogany desk.

The door burst open and Evelyn sashayed in, her hips swaying in a tight pencil skirt that hugged every curve. Her dark curls bounced with each step, and her red lips curved into a devilish smile. A plunging silk blouse revealed a tantalizing glimpse of lace beneath.

"Darling!" Evelyn draped herself across one of the visitor chairs, crossing her long legs. "Tell me everything about this delicious new butler you've hired. The girls are absolutely buzzing about him."

Caroline's manicured fingers traced the rim of her wineglass. "Already causing quite a stir, isn't he? Would you like to see for yourself?"

She reached for a sleek remote on her desk, pressing a button. A large TV screen on the wall flickered to life, revealing a crystal-clear feed of Matthew's bedroom.

"Oh my," Evelyn purred, leaning forward. "You didn't waste any time setting up surveillance."

On screen, Matthew moved around his room, still flushed from his earlier encounter. He'd put his shirt back on, though it remained partially unbuttoned. They watched as he unpacked his modest collection of clothes, carefully hanging each item in the wardrobe.

"Such a conscientious boy," Caroline murmured, her eyes following his movements. "Look at how carefully he handles everything."

"Mmm, and so well-built." Evelyn bit her lower lip as Matthew stretched to reach a high shelf, his shirt riding up to expose a strip of toned stomach. "Though those clothes are absolutely tragic. Good thing you've provided him with a proper uniform."

Caroline took another sip of wine, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. "I had Chloe give him the grand tour earlier. That girl knows exactly how to get a man's blood pumping - all those little 'accidental' touches, the way she leans in just a bit too close. By the time she finished showing him around, the poor boy could barely walk straight."

"Clever girl." Evelyn's laugh echoed through the office. "That's why I sent Lily and Grace to give him a proper... welcome in his bedroom. Though I completely forgot to loop Emma in on the plan." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "That little stick-in-the-mud stormed in and shut everything down before they could really get started. I'll need to have a chat with her about team coordination."

Caroline set down her glass, defending her maid. "Emma simply follows protocol to the letter. You know as well as I do that she's the most skilled at what she does. The way she can reduce a man to a quivering mess with just a stern look and a few choice words..."

"Oh please," Evelyn huffed, crossing her arms. "I'm still annoyed with her about James. Do you know how hard it was to find a butler that well-endowed? And she just had to push him over the edge with that whole 'inspection' routine of hers. He was my favorite, and she broke him in less than a week."

Caroline leaned back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose. "To be fair, darling, you did give Emma those... specific instructions regarding CBT techniques. You know how seriously she takes her duties - when you told her to crush his balls until he cried, she took it quite literally."

"I know, I know." Evelyn sighed dramatically, slouching in her seat. "How is poor James doing now, by the way? I've felt absolutely dreadful about the whole thing."

Caroline's perfectly manicured fingers drummed against her desk. "Still in the hospital, actually. The doctors did everything they could, but..." She shook her head. "They weren't able to save his left testicle. The damage was too severe."

"Oh god." Evelyn's hand flew to her mouth. "I had no idea it was that bad."

"Neither did I, until his lawyer contacted me." Caroline's lips twisted into a grimace. "Had to write quite a substantial check to keep him from pressing charges. The settlement agreement included full medical coverage and..." She glanced at a document on her desk. "Three hundred thousand for his silence and trauma."

"Three hundred-" Evelyn choked on her words. "Caroline, I'm so sorry. I should have been more specific with my instructions to Emma."

Caroline waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing, darling. Though perhaps we should leave the more... intense activities to Sarah from now on. She knows how to be playful without causing permanent damage."

"You're right." Evelyn chuckled, raising her wine glass in agreement. "Sarah does have a delightfully gentle touch when it comes to CBT."

Their attention returned to the screen where Matthew stood in his room. "He's quite the find," Caroline mused. "So desperate for work he didn't even negotiate his salary. His dad's medical bills have him backed into quite the corner."

"Perfect leverage." Evelyn's eyes widened as Matthew began unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh my, are we getting a show?"

They watched intently as Matthew stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscled physique. His cock stood proudly erect, clearly still affected by Chloe's earlier attentions.

"Well, well." Evelyn leaned forward, licking her lips. "Seems our little Chloe left quite an impression."

"We can't have him relieving that tension." Caroline reached for a small silver bell on her desk and rang it sharply.

Emma appeared within seconds, her posture perfect as always. "Yes, Madam?"

"Matthew appears to be preparing for a shower," Caroline gestured to the screen. "Please inform him that Mrs. Sinclair is here and wishes to meet him immediately. We can't have him... taking matters into his own hands, if you understand my meaning."

"Of course, Madam." Emma's eyes flicked to the screen, taking in Matthew's naked form with clinical detachment. "I'll see to it right away."

After Emma left, Evelyn reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a small crystal vial filled with an iridescent pink liquid.

"Look what I managed to get my hands on." She held it up to the light, where it sparkled like liquid diamonds. "My contact in Switzerland finally came through."

Caroline's eyebrows arched with interest. "Is that what I think it is?"

"The latest formula." Evelyn's ruby lips curved into a wicked smile. "Three drops in his morning coffee and his cock won't go soft for twelve hours straight. The arousal builds slowly over the first hour until he's practically climbing the walls."

"Any side effects we should worry about?" Caroline took the vial, examining it closely.

"Nothing dangerous. Extreme sexual frustration, heightened sensitivity - especially in the balls." Evelyn crossed her legs, remembering past experiments. "The best part? It amplifies every sensation tenfold. A simple brush of fingers feels like foreplay, and actual touches..." She shivered with delight. "Well, let's just say the test subjects were reduced to begging within hours."

"And he won't taste it in his drinks?"

"Completely undetectable. Though I'd suggest starting with just one drop. The formula's much more potent than the last batch." Evelyn leaned forward conspiratorially. "One of my girlfriends gave her husband three drops, and the poor man had to call in sick to work. Spent the entire day with a raging hard-on that wouldn't quit. When she finally let him cum after eight hours of teasing, he actually passed out from the intensity."

Caroline's eyes gleamed as she carefully placed the vial in her desk drawer. "Perfect timing. I'm hosting a dinner party tomorrow night. Having our new butler serve drinks while fighting an overwhelming urge to bend someone over the dining table..." She chuckled darkly. "That should provide some excellent entertainment."

On screen, Matthew heard the approaching footsteps in the hallway and panicked. His cock, still achingly hard from Chloe's earlier teasing, refused to soften. He grabbed a nearby pillow, holding it awkwardly in front of his crotch just as Emma entered without knocking.

Caroline and Evelyn erupted into laughter at his desperate attempt to maintain dignity.

"Look at him hop around like a nervous rabbit," Evelyn wiped tears from her eyes. "Oh, this is priceless."

On the monitor, Emma's stern voice cut through Matthew's stammered excuses. "Mrs. Sinclair requests your presence immediately. You will make yourself presentable and report to Madam's office." Her eyes flicked to the pillow he clutched. "And do try to control yourself. Such... displays are highly inappropriate for a butler of this household."

"Poor boy looks like he wants to sink through the floor," Caroline chuckled, watching Matthew's face turn bright red.

"Y-yes, of course. Just... give me a moment to dress," Matthew managed to choke out.

Emma's expression remained impassive. "You have exactly three minutes. Do not keep Mrs. Sinclair waiting." She turned on her heel and left, closing the door with a sharp click.

"God, she's magnificent," Evelyn sighed happily. "Did you see how she didn't even acknowledge his obvious predicament? That's the kind of professional disdain that takes years to perfect."

They watched as Matthew scrambled to pull on his clothes, his erection making it difficult to zip up his trousers properly. Every few seconds he would glance nervously at the door, as if expecting Emma to burst back in.

"Shall we turn off the feed?" Caroline reached for the remote. "I believe our entertainment is about to arrive in person."

"Oh yes," Evelyn straightened in her chair, smoothing her skirt. "Let's see how he handles a proper introduction."