The following weekend, Jane drove up to the small college town that Frank and her boys lived in. She couldn’t stay long, but Frank had suggested she should meet them all, and of course Jane agreed. He was her man, he was her King, and she could deny him nothing. She served him. That was her purpose. It was the one thing that was easy and clear and readily understood.

She wanted to dress sexy for the drive up and for the night she was going to stay over - after all, her man was practically like her home.

She chose a pair of tight deep blue leggings she’d kept from a Batgirl cosplay a couple of years ago, a powder blue halter top with white lace edging, and a big fluffy blue and white plaid shirt over the top which she cinched in around her waist with a thick black belt, leaving the outfit below on display across her chest but giving her figure enough of a nod to decency that if Frank decided to show her off she’d be comfortable.

She packed only a spare pair of delicate blue panties for sleepwear, figuring to borrow a T-shirt if permitted, and put on a pair of boots with broad three inch heels she knew she could stand or walk in all day if needed - con season boots.

Frank came out of their rented home to meet her as her car pulled up and she emerged to meet him. To her slight surprise, she stood almost eye to eye with him in her heels, and made a mental note not to wear the ballet heels she’d used to get the posture of Sailor Mercury around him. At least not until she was sure he liked women who stood taller than him.

He came to a halt about three paces from her as she picked up her overnight bag from the back seat, locked the car, and turned back to face him. She smiled nervously, a servant face to face with her king.

“Hi,” she said. Despite the butterflies in her stomach, she took a tiny step toward him.

Whatever signal he’d been searching for was encoded in that action. He strode forward, one hand rising to take a handful of hair behind the scruff of her neck, and he pulled her into a hungry kiss. Her nerves and breath went out of her in a muffled squeak of excitement and her body softened to press against him. Her free hand gently found his waist, her leg rose up, her thigh rubbing across his as she clung to him.

His free hand, moments later, found her ass, and as he squeezed her lifted leg wrapped around him, tightened, gripped close. Her whole body was a promise of pleasure to him.

The kiss finally broke and he smiled at her. “We’re going inside to meet the guys,” he told her quietly, and she nodded. She could already see two of them staring at her over Frank’s shoulder, and her heart seemed warmer just for seeing her boys.

“You can do anything else you want for them this trip,” he said, “so long as they ask for it, but only my cum is allowed inside you. So hands, thighs, and tits are all they get to fuck.” She nodded again, as matter of fact as he was about it. These were simply the rules for the trip, and she would follow them devotedly.

She would come to regard the weekend as the moment she finally learned who she truly was. Everything she was asked for, she did. Half an hour after she got into the house Huey pushed her up against the wall in the hallway and stuck his dick between her legs, fucked her thighs as she clenched them tight around him, left her leggings stained with a prize from her boys.

Ricky took a different approach; his time to approach her came only when most of the guys had gone to sleep. She’d fucked Frank as he’d asked and watched him do the typical young male thing and doze off with little more than a grunt of thanks afterward.

Feeling like there was still plenty she could do for her man and her boys, she tiptoed out of his room, entirely naked now but feeling, from her boys’ admiration, like a flawless goddess. Ricky had still been sat up in the main room, his game now cast onto the big TV that Dan’s parents had apparently given him for his 18th. (She had heard the origins of an astonishing amount of her boys’ property in one overbusy day, as each of them had taken in turns to impress her.)

Jane had paused at the doorway when she saw him, realising suddenly she hadn’t expected anyone still to be awake. She’d wanted to present them with a better environment when they woke on Sunday morning, a fairytale blessing overnight. Having someone still present would get in the way.

On the other hand, Ricky had been very appreciative of her earlier. Perhaps she could still make this work?

She tiptoed naked into the room and began gathering up the detritus from dinner. Dirty dishes, the wreckage of three Cheetos bags, and empty beer bottles were all collected. She stole glances at the screen as she moved around. Ricky was playing well, and she was pretty sure his focus was entirely on the game.

That was close enough to both her goal and her fantasy to keep her going, and she became more adventurous as a result. As she collected one of Dan’s discarded beer bottles from beside the stained beanbag chair, though, Ricky spoke.

“So if you don’t mind my saying, your tits are top tier.”

The shiver of delight that ran through her was like nothing she’d experienced before meeting her boys. A confused mingling of pride, arousal and submission tinged not just her thoughts but her very awareness of the world around her.

“Thank you,” she said, very quietly, on hands and knees, one arm outstretched, still holding the bottle. She was suddenly astonishingly conscious of the weight of her breasts and the silhouette they presented for Ricky from his position.

It was so wonderful that her boys wanted her.

Ricky smiled, and she smiled back. He patted the sofa next to him. “You’re in no rush, right?”

She wasn’t, technically. She knew she’d only get what sleep she could catch when nobody needed her, but she figured she had a pretty good shot at getting through the weekend and catching up sleep debt over the next week, actually going to bed at a reasonable time. So her answer was “Not if you don’t want it to be.”

She rose and made her way over to him. Her feet crossed each other as she took each step, giving her hips a roll she already knew drew the attention of anyone in the apartment - even when clothed. The effect on Ricky as she bore down on him tall, confident, and nude was very gratifying. Jane got a proper glimpse of the way her boys were going to look up to her, and a clear understanding of just how important it was to be not a slut but a classy slut.

She eased herself onto the sofa beside him, then thought better of it, and slid even closer, until the bare skin of her side pressed against his arm. The detritus she’d been collecting she balanced on the arm of the sofa, then she brought her legs up and tucked them under herself, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

Ricky made a sound, one she was almost completely sure was entirely involuntary. It was more than a moan, almost a growl, and it did something primal to her. She shivered, and her hand squeezed against his bare wrist.

“You’re very good at this game,” she said softly. Ricky made another sound, and it might have been a mumbled thanks and it might have been something else. She watched his throat bob as he swallowed. “Is this the highest difficulty?”

“Yeah,” he said, and this time it was definitely a word.

“I don’t think it is,” she said, and there was a teasing assurance in her voice that just a few months ago Jane would have sworn blind would be forever beyond her. Ricky seemed to catch on, or at least his sidelong glance was smiling and amused.

“So what’s top difficulty?” he asked.

Jane slid gracefully to her knees on the floor, turning her shoulder as she did so that she ended directly in front of Ricky, between his knees, his game visible over her head. She took hold of his belt buckle and eased it open, undid the button on his jeans, and took the zipper in hand. Her motions slowed, going from urgent to teasingly slow, but in very little time she still had his cock out in the open and standing proud.

“Top difficulty,” she said with a grin, “comes from top tier tits.” Then she hesitated. Frank’s words echoed in her head. You can do anything else you want for them this trip, so long as they ask for it. “May I?”

Ricky laughed, and it was genuine and pure, surprised but excited. “Oh, sweetheart, you go right ahead.”

Still kneeling, she leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down his shaft, getting to know the shape and texture and taste of him, then took him in her mouth for a few moments. Sufficiently lubed, she shifted position, leaned in against his thighs and, cupping her breasts, wrapped them around his cock.

She started humping her tits up and down his cock, staring up into his face the whole while, watching as his expression changed moment by moment. Every shift was down to her, and the growing pleasure spreading across her face made her feel so good. She was getting on so well with her boys.

It was a moment of legitimate pride when she heard the game noises stop as he gave in and paused to focus on her.

When he finally came she let it settle all over her chest, then rose and collected the rubbish and washing-up she’d been in the middle of gathering together. She moved past the divider into the kitchen and got to work, all the while watching Ricky process what had happened and recover his composure out of the corner of her eye.

*

Jane read the letter back to herself several times before she sent it.

Thunderwave: Does this read OK?

Thunderwave has attached a document

FisherKing: Perfectly fine. You may send.

Thunderwave: Thank you!

She saved the file one last time and attached it to the email, then scheduled the email to send for five minutes before work started the following morning. Better for it to arrive in the chaos of the morning, and she’d only be asked what she was doing once her boss was already in the middle of a busy schedule.

There was a good chance she could get through the first conversation in under five minutes if she made sure to control when they could have it.

She had two questions she wanted to dodge or downplay if she possibly could:

Why do you want to leave?

Where are you moving on to?

It was still hard to think at work - it was hard to think when she wasn’t doing things for her man or her boys, it seemed like, to the point where she considered her meals something she did to keep her body in tip-top condition for her man. But the fact work had become a low-tier mental struggle which left her, every day, drained and exhausted and eager to run to her computer and log in and hopefully have a chance to sit in front of Pastime and have her mind and pussy simultaneously melt into goo - well, that meant that answering these questions with lies wasn’t going to work.

She was still with it enough to know that rehearsing a lie ahead of time wasn’t going to help much, because she wouldn’t be able to handle follow-up questions.

She still would have the best part of a month to go before the job was done with. But that was fine. That was better, actually. It gave her time to put this place in order and prepare for the move.

Jane got up and wheeled her chair out of the way of her computer. She had taken, after FisherKing suggested it, to doing her workout in the same room as the computer and, specifically, in full view of her webcam. She’d had to set aside her old workout clothes, though; not nearly sexy enough.

With the last bit of job duties for the day done, Jane could focus on her after-work rituals promptly. She’d taken to wearing corsets lately - preparation for the shared cosplay she was building for herself and her man - but they weren’t a good idea when you had a fitness regime like Jane’s, so until her post-workout shower she sported a pair of high-waisted white panties cut high on the hip and a nearly-transparent white teddy that hung loosely around her form.

This also was not a comfortable way to work out - the jiggling was painful at times, especially during her pull-ups - but it was what her man had requested of her, and she’d complied with his request even before discovering her webcam was, now, always on, providing Frank and his house with a constant feed whenever they wanted it.

(Admittedly one which was only entertaining when she was in the room, but she slept little these days, would eat at her desk to be present, and her home projects tended to take place in full view of the lens.)

She picked up her heavy kettlebell in both hands and moved across to stand six feet away from her computer, which was the exact distance Frank wanted her to be. Turning away from the computer, she presented her rear to full view and began the first of her sets of squats.

She wondered who would be watching. She waited until her man was messaging her before she began, so he would always have the option. Ricky often watched; when he did, he made a point to message her afterward, giving her encouraging words about both her workout and her body. Huey, on the other hand, would usually be a little less clear in his comments:

EdgeMaster1138: u a fuken hot bitch

It was a phrase that these days made her smile. Huey was one of her boys, after all, and she was always happy for any praise her boys could give her. She did hope she’d one day persuade him to spell properly; this sort of message was fine for her but she worried he might use the same approach to a job application or to his studies, and neither one of those was a good idea.

*

She’d booked the Friday off a long time ago, as she always did on convention weekends. On the Thursday she’d gone into work with her car already loaded down, and with Ruth quietly covering for her (which made for her eternal gratitude) she’d driven off twenty minutes ahead of closing time.

Her route was a lot longer than usual, after all, having to go some hours out of her way to collect Frank.

She parked her car by the apartment and sounded her horn, expecting Frank to run out and join her. Instead, she saw his face appear at his window, then he raised a hand to wag a finger reprovingly. Jane wondered why for just the briefest moment before her brain caught up with the situation and she hurried from the driver’s seat, leaving the car running.

Graeme opened the apartment door to her, being the closest, and held out Frank’s luggage for her. She accepted it with one hand, and accepted a celebratory grope from the quietest of her boys with her chest.

She was moving back toward the car to stow her man’s luggage before Frank actually came sauntering out. She put his bag in the trunk then moved around to the front side passenger door, which she opened for him respectfully.

He put his hands on her waist gently, then pulled her in tight and enthusiastic. Her mouth was already open to meet his kiss. She stretched up to meet him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and one of her feet raised off the ground and back.

Frank was exercising his power over an attractive older woman in full view of the neighbourhood, not long after her sounding the horn would have attracted the attention of many. She, by contrast, was showing many of her future neighbours exactly where the power lay - and if any of them had happened to spot Graeme’s hands on her, they’d know her for the slut she was.

Jane was perfectly happy for everyone around her to know. It was her destiny to live here. It was her rightful place to serve. And what did any of the neighbours have they could be so proud of? Were any of them half as happy as her? She doubted it.

Frank got into the car and she circled round to climb into the driver’s side. “I should get your name on the insurance for this,” she said thoughtfully, and Frank laughed.

“Why?” he asked. “I’ve got you to be my chauffeuse now.”

Jane squirmed excitedly in her seat and made a mental note to set aside some time to clean her upholstery.

Frank glanced into the back seat, took in the large blanket covering mounds of objects. “Is that the costumes?”

“Yes.” As always when talking to him now her voice was almost unnaturally quiet and deferential. She would seem modest, sometimes, if she didn’t take such pride in coming across as a slut.

“So what are we going as?”

“Geralt and Yennefer,” she said. “Your armour will give you all the figure you could want. I’ll hang on your arm. Everyone will know you’ve won geekdom.”

Frank laughed. He relaxed in his chair, and one hand went out to stroke her thigh through her old power suit. She couldn’t wait to get to the con hotel so she could dress sexy for the evening; she knew how much better she’d feel the moment she was properly dressed for her man.

If the scene outside the apartment had shown everyone in Frank’s life what she was, this con would show all her old geeky friends.

*

The house was stripped of the few things she considered important enough to keep. The furniture remained in place. Most of her other possessions had gone on eBay if valuable or passed to Goodwill if not (following in the path of much of her old wardrobe, several months before as she’d phased them out of her home outfits.

A small few were in storage, and her car was packed with the rest - several bags of clothes, a few handfuls of cosplays, the bulky tailors’ forms she built her costumes around, her computer, her sewing machine, a box containing her weights and other fitness paraphernalia, and a bag of sex toys. There wasn’t much that was essential for her to bring with her, after all; most of what she would need was already in place.

Her home was going to be rented and a lodger had already been found whose rent would cover the mortgage and build up a little fund she could use to spoil her boys and handle emergencies.

Jane looked around the house she’d bought just a couple of years ago and found she was surprisingly unemotional to be leaving it. She’d planned to build a life here, to make the next ten years or more of her life in this home, she had enough room for a partner to move in and perhaps to handle the first year or two of a son or daughter. She had staked so many plans and goals in these rooms, had dreamed a life for herself in advance.

There was no feeling, now, connected to any of it, though she was sure at one time there had been.

She locked the door for the last time, stopped on her way out of town to make sure her letting agent had a copy of the keys, and drove off to her new home.

The Pastime theme tune played on her phone for the whole journey.

*

In hindsight, the car was always going to attract some attention on the road with just how crammed it was. Jane wasn’t driving much above the limit, and she felt like if she’d been less eyecatching in any case, she might have gotten away with it, but when the siren whooped up into life she gave her usual quick assessing scan of the other cars, wondering who’d fucked up, before a process of elimination told her that it might be her.

She slowed and pulled off the road, and moments later the police car pulled in behind her. She waited while the two officers in the car ran her plates, then one emerged and started walking down toward her. She rolled the window down ready.

“Licence and registra - whoa.”

Jane looked up at the cop standing by her car and noted with a certain satisfaction that his eyes were on her legs. She was wearing a black dress she’d spent a fair amount of time hunting for, one with a deep plunging V neckline and a very high hemline. You couldn’t quite see everything she had to offer while she was sitting down, but it was a close-run thing, and standing in heels the fact she wore no panties would be obvious.

Jane wasn’t sure if she wanted him to order her out of the car or not. On the whole she favoured not; there was no way to make this admiration reflect well on her man, after all.

She provided him mutely with her registration and her driver’s licence and waited while he inspected them.”Ma’am, do you know why we pulled you over?”

Before Pastime she would have lied. Before Pastime she would have asked for clemency. But lying was something Frank didn’t want from her - she had to be honest with him, and it had become second nature to tell the honest truth now. That was just how she thought.

“I think I might have been a little over the speed limit,” she said.

“Mm-hm. And why were you doing that?”

“Oh! I was just trying to - I’m moving today, and I want as much time to settle in at my new home as possible.” She stopped herself from running on to how her man was waiting there, and the sooner she got there the sooner she could get his dinner prepped and find a moment where she could drop to her knees and suck his cock. She stopped herself, but it took an effort of will to do it.

He looked at her for a long moment, and Jane licked her lips nervously. Anxious and unsure, she shifted position, twitching her shoulders so the cleavage of her dress sat more flatteringly. Dressing sexy always made her feel so much better.

She watched him swallow, and nod, and hand her licence back. “Well, ma’am, you be careful out there. If we see you speeding again, we will have to give you a ticket, OK?”

Jane nodded and smiled gratefully.

“You enjoy your new home now.”

As the cop started walking back to his car, Jane smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I can promise I will.”

*

The black dress was only part of her outfit, but it was the part she’d been comfortable wearing for the drive. Outside her boys’ apartment, she opened her clutch and carefully removed the stiff, carefully-shaped white lace headpiece and the silky white apron, tying one into her hair and the other around her waist. Two stiff white shirt cuffs fastened on the wrists of her bare arms completed the maid look, and made her ready for her first proper day living with her boys.

Unlike her last visit, Dan and Ricky came out this time to help her bring her luggage in.

Her PC was placed near the big screen in the living room, in front of a transparent plastic chair Dan had apparently found somewhere since her last visit and pitched to Frank. If she played naked, or just down to lingerie, she’d effectively be on show at all times, an idea she found she relished.

Her clothing sat on the living room floor in several bags, her tailors’ forms and sewing machine already set aside in the small laundry room. Frank now stood with an arm around her waist as she posed in her maid outfit for the boys.

“So, I know you’re wondering how this is going to work,” Frank told the boys. “All but one of you has asked me one question or another, and the other one,” his hand squeezed gently but possessively at Jane’s waist, “doesn’t ask if she can be told instead.”

Huey laughed again, that awful braying snicker of his. She reminded herself that, as one of her boys, she should find it cute at the very least, but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Now we had plenty of arguments before this project started and we’ve had a couple since and they’ve all been ones where we said, afterwards, maybe we should just have some house rules instead of everyone doing whatever for themselves and getting in each other’s way.

“We all know house rules haven’t worked when the guys have to do all the work. But Janey here will do all the work and she won’t complain and she won’t shirk and she’ll smile while she does it, won’t you?”

It gave her a wonderful warm feeling in her stomach to be described and shaped and spelled out like that. To have clear roles and duties laid out for her that she could know would help and benefit her boys, no matter what.

“So. We’re going to actually do the house dinner thing. It’s going to be seven pm every night except if Dan’s got a game that evening. It’s going to be cooked by Janey, and you guys can decide the menus at the start of the week.

“After dinner, Janey will clear things away and get them cleaned up. We’re going to restore the laundry rota, too, but Janey will be doing everything. Janey, you’re going to have to learn what clothing belongs to everyone, because you’ll be responsible if there are any problems. OK?”

She smiled and nodded. Of course it was OK; why would it not be? More to the point, how could it not be? Frank’s hand slid from being around her waist to rest on one buttock, and squeezed; she squeaked and squirmed and gazed adoringly at her man.

“Now. Other than that. Janey’s going to be getting breakfast ready. It’ll be on the table for seven on weekdays, ten weekends. If you don’t want to be there for either of those times you’re getting your own food. Not all of us get to be here for lunch most days so I’m not going to say she has to make lunch for a set time, and you can get your own. But I’m sure if Janey’s happy with you she’ll take care of it for you.”

Jane beamed around the other four youngsters, guileless, open, happy to serve, and felt her mind shift and settle into a new form, a new path, a new mindset. She’d be happy with her boys, of course. Or if she wasn’t, perhaps she could steer them over time.

“Lastly - the good shit. Janey belongs to us all during the day. She’s got her chores, and she’ll probably be handling the shopping, but besides that if she’s not busy you can grab her for whatever you want. She’ll grind your levels, she’ll grind on you, whatever you want, so long as you don’t send her on long errands when the rest of us might want her.”

Janey nodded. That just made perfect sense; she’d bend over backwards for her boys, but she couldn’t be taken away from the rest of them, that was unfair. Frank’s hand slipped down from her ass and found its way under the tiny skirt of the maid dress. An exploring finger stroked between her thighs and seemed delighted to discover just how wet she was within there.

“But at night, after she’s finished cleaning up from dinner, you each get her one night a week. I get her two nights a week, because I got this whole thing started.”

She squirmed happily as Frank’s finger stroked the bottom of her labia, caressed her taint. That was great; she thought Huey had a lot of work to do, but she wouldn’t want to deny him. Huey, Graeme, Dan, Ricky - they were her boys and they all seemed to have such fantastic potential. She could encourage that from them as they used her, as they fucked her, as she sucked and fondled and massaged and worshipped them.

There could be no better way of life than this.

But there was something missing there, something screwy about the math -

“And on the last night of every week, on the Sunday, she goes to any of the five of us - it’s her choice.” Frank smiled. “Now I hope we have a deal, gentlemen, but otherwise I will happily cut you out of the list.”

Janey looked around them all, from face to face, concerned. She didn’t want anybody to make that kind of mistake. But one by one, they nodded, Ricky and Huey first and most eager, and she let out a nervous breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

“Alright. Now. In terms of organising that,” Frank said, “and also just I thought this would be fun, we’re going to divide up Janey’s outfits into our rooms. So Janey, you dress the way whoever had you last night wants, but your outfits may end up moving around with you.”

She nodded agreement, gazing up at him with open, obedient adoration.

Frank grinned and clapped his hands. “Right - Janey, you help everyone sort that out. And when you’re done, you make a cup of strong black coffee and you bring it through to my room so I can get you started.”

She nodded, and belt over to open the first of her bags of clothes. Her boys gathered round in curiosity, and she heard Ricky say “For real, though, man, we’ve gotta hit Huey’s sister with this.”

“I’m trying to be fair, Ricky. If we get someone Huey can’t play with you need to find him someone to.”

Janey’s lips had thinned in disapproval, briefly, when Ricky made the suggestion. But the more she thought about it, the more she saw potential in the idea. There were lots of gamer girls in the world. She could influence those, too. Make a better world of better, sluttier people.

Still bent over, she glanced up. “Can I help?” she asked.