Colorful – Episode 5

Previously:  Hope


 

A nervous Rowe stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her mind flooded with thoughts.

“What if he just takes one look at me and cancels the interview? What if he’s rude?”

“He needs someone to take care of his children. Not child, but children! I’ve never dealt with children. I bet that’s going to be a problem for him.”

“Can I deal with children? Wait. There’s nothing in my resume that indicates experience working with children. Why would he still want to meet with me?”

“Well, good luck, Rowe.”  She said to herself while taking one last look in the mirror.

“I’m leaving, Hayes!” Rowe yelled as she walked past her brother’s bedroom door.

Inside the room, Hayes was sound asleep.  He did not wake up to respond, and Rowe was not expecting him to.

~*~

Rowe stood in front of Demetre Pritchard’s home.  It was not what she expected.  His home was nice.  Very nice.  However, Rowe was expecting something obnoxiously grand. Demetre Pritchard, after all, was the wealthiest man in Colorful, or one of them, at least.  Her curiosity about Demetre Pritchard, the man, not the employer, was piqued.

Rowe made her way to the front door and gave it a knock.  A few seconds later, the door was opened and Rowe was greeted by a very distinguished-looking older gentleman.

“Ms. Smith?” he inquired.

Miss Smith.” she responded.

“I’m Demetre Pritchard.  Welcome to my home.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pritchard.”  Rowe said as they shook hands.

“Just Demetre is fine.  My office is right this way.”  He directed.

“I’m home alone at the moment.  My children are at school, so I’ve got to play the host all by my lonesome.”  Demetre said as he walked with Rowe to his office.

“Please, have a seat, Miss Smith.”

Demetre’s office was massive, yet warm and inviting.  There was his desk, of course; a table for working, or meals perhaps.  There was also a sitting area.  Rowe loved the amount of natural light his office captured.

“Would you like some coffee?  I made it myself and it’s not too bad.”

Rowe sort of smiled at Demetre’s offer.  

“No.  Thank you so much for offering, though.”

Rowe was a bit caught off guard by Demetre’s kindness.  She was expecting to be in the presence of a mean snob with a major superiority complex, but Demetre, so far, came across as the complete opposite.

Demetre made his way to the sitting area and took a seat diagonal from Rowe.  He casually crossed his legs, leaned back, and rested his arm on the back of the sofa.

“Now then, I suppose you’re wondering why a client that’s looking for someone to be responsible for his children would ask to meet with someone who’s resume shows no indication of having that experience.”  Demetre began.

“Holy shit!  Is he psychic?”  Rowe said to herself.

“Well, the thought did cross my mind.”

“Do you like children, Miss Smith?”

“Please, call me Rowe.  It’s only fair since you’ve dropped the formalities.”

“Understood.”

“To answer your question, I can’t rightly say if I do or not as I haven’t had the opportunity to deal with children on a regular basis.  But, just like with adults, it all comes down to personality, right?  That’s what actually determines how well one gets along with others, don’t you think?”

When she looked at Demetre, he had a smile on his face.

“Rowe?” Demetre called inquisitively.

“Yes?”  Rowe answered and asked at the same time.

“Our lives have been somewhat dysfunctional since my wife passed away last year.”  Demetre began.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Demetre.”

“Thank you, Rowe.”  He started.  “What I want … what I need is someone that can bring a little sunshine back into this house.  Working as my personal assistant IS in the job description, but more than anything, I need someone that can liven things up around here.”

“I wanted to meet with you because your employment with Assistance Resources, Inc. shows tremendous stability.  I noticed that several of your assignments were extended on multiple occasions due to your exemplary work performance.  You have never asked to end an assignment early.  You’ve seen every assignment through to the very end.”

“I need someone that’s not going to bail on us and based on your resume, you fit that criteria.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me, Demetre.  I spent all morning wondering what the reason or reasons for your request to interview me were.  But … I don’t think I’m the one–”

Demetre cut her off.  “You are the one, Rowe.  I’ve looked into your eyes.  Your eyes are very earnest.  My gut tells me that you are the one that can handle this job.”

“Umm…  Demetre, I can’t–”

“Please, Rowe.  You are the only candidate that Assistance Resources has sent that I feel sure about.”  Demetre seemed almost desperate.

Rowe felt something weird wash over her.  The weirdness wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t good either.  Could it be that she thought Demetre was asking too much of her – too much of anyone?  Could it be that she wasn’t as capable as she seemed?  What was this feeling?

Demetre broke Rowe’s train of thought.

“How about this?  Why don’t you stay for a weekend?  Consider it a working interview.  You can meet my children and we can go over my expectations for you as my personal assistant.”

“Uh…” was all Rowe could manage to mutter.

“Just give it some thought.”  Demetre stood up.  “I’ll contact Ms. McNamara and give her some dates so the two of you can coordinate–”  Demetre stopped himself and looked at Rowe.  “Well, that’s if you accept the offer, of course.”

“Accept the offer?”  Rowe was out of it.

“Yes.  I’ll be presenting an offer to Ms. McNamara.”  Demetre paused.  “Would you like to accompany me for lunch?”

“Lunch?”  Things were moving at a pace much faster than Rowe could follow.  This was a very unexpected turn of events.  “Ah … no … if there’s nothing else, I should probably get going.”

“I see.”  Demetre sounded rather disappointed.  “Well, thank you so much for giving me your time.”

“Thank you for expressing an interest in me as a candidate.”

“I’ll make sure that Ms. McNamara gets in touch with you.  Let me see you out.”

Demetre and Rowe leave his office and walk towards the front door.  When they arrive at the door, Rowe turns to Demetre.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Demetre.”

“Likewise, Rowe.  See you soon.”

To be continued…

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Colorful – Episode 4, Part 3/3


NSFW:  Nudity & Masturbation

Previously:  After taking a bit of time to think about Galen’s request, Donella agreed to become his roommate.  She, however, had a request of her own.

Now, it’s moving day.  Outside is sunny and the sound of birds chirping fills the air.

“Put that box down right there.”  The moving team leader instructed.  “We should go ahead and bring the large items in first.”

“Hmm…  I should plant some vegetables here.”  Donella said to herself.  “Cucumbers and tomatoes, maybe?”

“We’re all done, ma’am.”  The team leader said.

“Thank you so much for your services.”  Donella said.  “I’ll receive the bill in the mail, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.  Bye now.”

While Donella was unpacking the small items in her room, she heard Galen’s car pulling up.

“I should probably greet him.”

“Welcome home.”

“Thanks.”

“I picked up a few things from the market.  I also got some wine.”

“I think relaxing with a couple of glasses of wine is the best way to celebrate a successful move.”  Galen continued as he put the items in the fridge.

“Sounds good.”  Donella said.

“Hahahahahaha!!!  Either I’ve had WAAAAAY too many glasses of wine, or that really is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!”  Donella choked out through fits of laughter.

“Probably a combination of both.”  Galen returned.

“Donella.  I know it’s your first day here, but remember my request?”

“Yeah.”

“W-Would it be too much to ask if we c-could do it t-today?”

“Nah.  No problem.”  In her mind, Donella was thinking, “I can’t say no when he looks at me with a face like that.”

“Thank you.  Then, I’ll go take a shower.”  Galen said as he headed to the bathroom.

“So, is there anything particular I should do?”

“Just remain seated over there…”

Thirty minutes later…

“Ah!  I’m coming!!”

“My god!”  Donella exclaimed.

“Exactly how often are you going to want to do that?”  Donella asked.

“Well, I couldn’t ask for more than once a week.”  Galen gently replied.

“OK.  Today is Tuesday, and it’s 9PM.  So again, next Tuesday at 9PM?”

“Yes, please.”

Donella sat in the living room alone, dazed.  She was feeling some kind of way.  If someone were to ask her to put words to her emotions, there was no way she would be able to do it.

End of Episode 4

Colorful – Episode 4, Part 2/3


Previously:  Donella Keohane met homeowner and roommate seeker, Galen Veeravalli.  Donella was pleased with the house and the neighborhood.  Galen seemed like a nice enough guy, but he had a rather unusual request.

“Ah.  Umm…  I don’t think I’m quite following you here…”

“T-To be more precise, I’d want you to be naked as well…”

“I’m sorry.  If you can’t do it, it really is fine.  I’ll just continue to search for someone who will listen to my request.”

“Well, you’ve really surprised me.”

“Just to make sure – we’re not talking about sex, right?”

“NO!  I could never!”  Galen was horrified at the thought.

“Never?”

“No.  And I wouldn’t touch.  I wouldn’t want you to touch me either.”  Galen takes a deep breath.  ”I just wanted to make my feelings clear.”  He assured.

“So, just looking?  And naked?”

“Yes.”

“Wait.  Let me think about this.”  Donella said.

Outside, Donella’s gears were turning.  “§400 a month.  It’s §400 a month.”  She began.  “I could last two years on what I have in the bank alone.”

The internal dialogue continued for a few more minutes.  “There’s no way in hell I’d find a place as great as this for §400 anywhere else.”  She thought even harder.  “He did say it didn’t involve having sex.”

“I’ve decided!  I’ll do it!!  I’ll live here!!!”

“§400 and you pick up the utilities!”

“And you have to keep your promise.  Just looking.  And no trying to find out my personal circumstances.”

“Understood.”

To be continued…

Colorful – Episode 4, Part 1/3


Donella Keohane pulls her car up in front of the home of Galen Veeravalli.  After exiting the vehicle, she approaches the door and presses the intercom button.

A masculine, yet gentle voice answers from inside.

“Who is it?”  The voice asks.

“It’s Donella Keohane.  I spoke with you on the phone about your classified ad for a roommate.”

Donella could hear the footsteps inside as they gradually made their way to the front door.

“Ah.  Yes.  You said you’d be here at 3PM.  You’re right on time.  I’m Galen Veeravalli.  Please, come in.”

Donella, led by Galen, enters the house.

“This is the spare room.  I’ve had everything whitewashed, so that the new roommate can decorate it however they like.  Carpet, paint, whatever.”

“It’s a nice room.”

“Take a look around.  We’ll only discuss financials and terms if you’re pleased with what you see and are interested.  No pressure.”

Donella begins walking around the house.

“He’s very clean.”  Donella says to herself while observing the spotless kitchen sink.

“This little dining area is also neat as well.”  Donella noticed.  “That’s a relief.”  She continued in her head.  “I couldn’t stand it if he was a slob.”

“Do you mind if I look at the backyard?”  she asked.

“Go ahead.”  Galen answered.

“It’s a bit on the small side, I’m afraid.”  He admitted.

“Not at all.  It’s perfectly lovely.”

“How do you like it so far?”

“Both the room and the neighborhood are great.  Much better than I expected.”

Galen and Donella take the conversation into the living room.

“How old is this house?”

“Almost 40 years.  I’ve kept up with all the maintenance and repairs.  The kitchen and bathroom were recently renovated.  I don’t expect there to be any problems.”

Oh.  Can I get you something to drink?”  Galen offered.

“No.  Thank you.  I’m fine.”

“You said on the phone that this is §800 a month, and utilities will be split down the middle.”

“Yes.  You may use everything here; the yard, living area, kitchen…even the television, stereo and PC.  The only thing off limits is my room, of course.  No need to worry about us tripping over each other or invading personal space.  I work and travel a lot, so you will rarely see me.”

“I see.”  She paused.  “I’m not working right now, and I have no plans to find a job anytime soon.  Are you sure you’re OK with someone lounging around in your home all day while you’re slaving away for 40+ hours a week?”

“As long as you pay what’s due, and on time, it’ll be fine.”

I have to say that I’m a bit nervous.  This is the first time a female has expressed an interest in the place.  I’ve had roommates since I purchased it, but they’ve all been male.”  Galen declared.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I’m not a bit worried.  I’ve never done this before – living with a guy, and all.”

There was an awkward silence between Galen and Donella.

“Umm…  Actually…  I have a request of my own to make.”  Galen was nervous.  “The financial arrangement I gave you over the phone still stands, but if you agree to this, I’ll cut your rent in half and pick up all utilities.”

“Go on.”  Donella allowed.

“Well, it’s a big thing to ask.”

“Let me guess.  You want me to be responsible for all the cooking, cleaning, and grocery shopping?”

“Well, no…”

“I would like you to watch me masturbate.”

“Huh?”

To be continued…

Author’s Note:
Galen and Donella’s storyline will be loosely based on Kayou Yoru 9-Ji by Okado Tatsuya.

Colorful – Episode 3

Previously:  Horatius Hummel


Akron stood dumbfounded and dazed in front of his locker.  Kanady Peattie’s marriage proposal has caused him to be a bit off kilter the past few days.  Akron’s friend, Yves Ceriale has noticed.

“What’s going on?”  Yves asked.  “You’ve been totally out of it for the last few days.”

Akron looked troubled.

“Yves, what would you do if a total stranger asked you to marry them?”

“Did something like that actually happen to you?”

Akron remained silent, only looking at Yves.

“Wait.  What?!  Maybe it was just a joke.”

“I don’t know why she said that to me, but it didn’t seem like she was joking.”

“She must be a real beauty, because you actually don’t sound like you’re opposed to the idea.  I’m actually impressed!”

“Impressed?  Why?”

“This is actually the first time you’ve shown an interest in the opposite sex.”

“Well … yeah.  You’re right.  I guess.”

Since that Saturday morning when he left Peattie’s Used Books, Akron had not been able to get Kanady’s face out of his mind.

It was not that Akron had no interest in girls, it was mainly that Akron had not met any girls that enjoyed talking about books.

However, for Akron, it was more.  There was something about Kanady that felt comforting and familiar.

“You goin’ home, Akron?”  Yves wanted to know.

“Yeah.  What’s up?”  Akron asked.

“Do you mind if I hang out at your place today?  I really don’t feel like going home.”

“I don’t mind, but there’s no snacks.  I’ll need to do some grocery shopping.”

“Go ahead and let yourself in.”  Akron started.  “You remember where I hid the key?”  He asked.

“In the flower pot by the front door, right?” Yves confirmed.

“That’s right.”  Akron said.

Yves left the school building and made his way to Akron’s house.  Akron went to the grocery store, which was in the opposite direction.

Peattie’s Used Books was on the way to the grocery store.  Akron stood outside wondering if he should go in.  He was still trying to make a decision when …

“Akron?”

Kanady was standing in the doorway.

“Oh.  Hello.”

“Come on in.”

“I just love the smell of old books.”  Akron said as he looked around and inhaled.

“My father collected books from all over the world.  It’s his collection that helped me open this store.”

“So, your father is …”

“Dead?  No. no.  He’s alive and well.  It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen him.”  Kanady paused.  “Years actually.”

Akron was touched by her admission.

“I haven’t seen my parents in years, either.  They’re off traveling around the world.  I’m close to forgetting what they look like.”

“We might be the same, you and I.”  Kanady said as she put her hands on Akron’s shoulders.

“We might be.”  Akron softly responded.

“You feel like a good memory, Akron.”

“A good memory?”

“Mhmm.  Like something I lost a long time ago.”  Kanady reached out to caress Akron’s cheek.

“I feel like you might be able to bring those good times back to me.  That’s why I want you.”

“I have nothing to offer you.”  Akron said, sounding a little disappointed with himself.

“I only need you, Akron.”  Kanady said with a gentle smile.  “And it might not be much, but I’ll be yours, too.”

Kanady wanted Akron from the bottom of her heart, and he was beyond moved by that.

“Were you lonely, Akron?”

“Yes.”  Akron whispered through tears.

“I’m too young now, but when I graduate from University, let’s get married.”

Kanady, who was now in tears, nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, at Akron’s house, Yves was …

“Aaaaakron …  Come hoooome …  I’m staaaarving …”

End of Episode 3

Colorful – Episode 2

NSFW:  Nudity & Sexual Situations


Rowe Smith is at the office of her employer, Assistance Resources, Inc.  She’s meeting with her boss, Gwendolyn McNamara, and receiving information about a new client.

“We have an assignment for you.”  Gwendolyn began.  “I cannot say with certainty if this will be permanent or temporary.”  She takes a pause.  “We’ve already sent seven candidates to this client and after meeting with them, he hasn’t been impressed with either of them enough to give a start date.”

Rowe sighed.  “…and you expect me to be any different?”

“We sent the client your resume and he’s interested in meeting with you.  So, who knows?”

“I’m not feeling very hopeful, and it almost sounds like you’re scraping me from the bottom of the barrel.”

“You shouldn’t feel that way at all, Rowe.  We’ve been at this since you were finishing up with the Chesne client.”

“I see.”  Rowe was doubtful.  “Anyway, who is this client, and what does he need?”

“The client needs a full-time personal assistant.  Someone to manage his affairs, finances, and children.  If you’re selected, you’ll be working for Demetre Pritchard.”

“Demetre Pritchard?  The Demetre Pritchard?  The Founder and CEO of Pritchard Publications?!”

“Yes, that very one.”  Gwendolyn said through a giggle.

Rowe leaves her seat and walks over to the windows.  She was in deep thought.

Rowe shared a home with her brother, Hayes, who did not know the meaning of moderation.  He enjoyed heavy drinking, drugs, and sex.  It made living with him rather difficult.  Unfortunately, Rowe was stuck with Hayes as none of her previous assignments paid enough or lasted long enough for her to live on her own.

Demetre Pritchard was offering room, board, AND a salary.  This could be the opportunity she was looking for, but it was iffy at best.  Seven candidates had already faced Pritchard, and not one of them was selected.  What chance could she possibly have?

“Rowe?”  Gwendolyn called, snapping Rowe out of her thoughts.

Rowe turned to face Gwendolyn.

“I have no idea where you went in your head just now, but your interview with the client is tomorrow at 10AM.”  Gwendolyn stated.

“Pritchard’s information is in the binder on the corner there.”  Gwendolyn said as she walked back to her desk.

Rowe looked at the binder.  On the cover was a black and gold business card.

“Well, that’s classy.”  She thought to herself.

Rowe scooped up the binder and headed to the door.

“Wish me luck, Gwen.”

“Best of luck to you, Rowe.  I’ll call you after the interview.”

~*~

After meeting with Gwendolyn and running some errands, Rowe pulled up in front of her home.  She was hesitant to enter the house.  When she left that morning, Hayes was still asleep.

Rowe exited her vehicle and headed towards the house.

When Rowe opened the front door, she was greeted with naked guests sleeping on the sofa, and some that were passed out on the floor.  There was a sea of clothing, alcohol, pill bottles, and trash.

“What the hell?!  I was only gone for six hours!”  Rowe said to herself.

Assuming that Hayes was either sleeping or passed out like the guests on the floor, Rowe went directly to his room to voice her anger.

It was not a good time for Rowe to enter his room.  Hayes was heavily engaged in a three-way.

“Goddammit, Hayes!!”  Rowe yelled.  “Are you really my fucking brother?!  I’m sick of this shit!!”

Hayes and his friends were so occupied with the three-way action that they didn’t even notice Rowe was in the room.  Her rampage was drowned out from the moaning, heavy breathing, and passionate screams.

Rowe sat on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands.  She was done with Hayes and the house.

“I can’t stay here anymore.”

Rowe’s sanity was riding on this opportunity.

A few hours later, Hayes came to Rowe’s bedroom door.

“Rowe.  I’m sorry.”  Hayes contritely said.

Hayes began to sob.

“I can’t help it.  I-I’m sick.  Please.  Talk to me, Rowe.  Say something.  Anything.”

There was no response.

Rowe had actually heard every word, but pretended to be asleep.

Hayes would go wild, apologize, do well for about a month, and then mess up all over again.  It was a repeat performance.

As Rowe drifted off into a real sleep, she hoped that tomorrow’s meeting with Demetre Pritchard would bring about a positive change in her life.

End of Episode 2