TG Story ~ That Rings a Bell

In a few hours, I’m going to arrive at the mansion that belongs to the family of Darkes. Not sure what I did to spark any interest in them, just like all the other five people I’ve been squeezed between on the passenger seat of this elite taxi. I wished I could call it a limousine, but that would be no different than saying that soccer and football are the same. For instance, I am just a humble student taking restaurant management courses. Both my parents and friends told me time and time again I’ve been wasting so much of my designing talent on this branch specifically, but I don’t care. This is what I want. And I wasn’t sure whether to be sad or happy about the fact that the richest family in the town was the one to recognize my passion, even if I still found myself drowning in the amount of things I had to learn. Because, as it turned out, the word “restaurant” alone didn’t save me from the complex mathematical focus of the degree. A full-time job for the summer wouldn’t be too bad, though, right?

The car stopped. There it was, towering right before me. Why did every mansion look like it was taken straight from the most cliche-fueled horror movie? Well, at least the butler looked quite friendly, all thanks to his twitching mustache and funny thick brows. And not just one. Five more butlers came out right behind him and looked nearly identical to each other. Of course, I’ve heard that the family of Darke’s appreciates perfectionism more than anything, but that’s a whole new level. 

“Young lad, I would like to lead you inside,” the butler spoke as he bowed just slightly. 

“Sir, won’t you ask me for my name first?..”

“There is no need for such courtesy, young lad. We do not like to create distance between our workers and family members by using our full names. Now, if you may, please, follow.”

I blinked a couple of times like someone just poured sand in my eyes. That approach seemed to me somewhat unprofessional, but what kind of judge am I to come to conclusions about people with the status as unmatched as theirs? For them I’m just as important as a mosquito who sucks someone’s money rather than their blood. 

When I looked at the building for the first time, I could already see the scenario where I, a 20 year old man, was breaking my ankles as the ghost followed me to the bathroom at 3AM. Yet, when I entered the mansion itself, it was quite… peaceful. No hallways that led to nowhere, no broken mirrors from three centuries ago, no paintings that provoked unease with lifeless eyes on them - no. Instead of being threatened, my soul found some solace and the worry disappeared. Even faint ringing in the distance did not disturb me.

It would be impossible for me to tell which door led to the room I eventually ended up in, but I could tell with confidence that it was one of those used only for rare occasions. The puffy chair I sat on was soft, but due to it not having a backrest, I had to make sure my gamer posture wasn’t showing off too much. Was this a job interview or a personal meeting of sorts? I couldn’t understand anymore. 

In a few minutes, the door behind me opened and I could see two figures walking past me, one of which I recognized as the butler I met earlier, this time he was carrying a box in his hands(I was so nervous that any detail struck me as suspicious). Soon, the taller man approached as the dim light of the room dissipated and provided me with the better look of his gentle face. I could tell he was at least a few years older than me, but, either way, he maintained his appearance better than anyone in my environment COMBINED, as his skin was smooth, just like everything else about him, starting from clothing choice and ending with the way he let his presence be known.

“Ah, my manners… Greetings, thank you for accepting the invitation,” he smiled at me. 

“Oh, no-, no problem,” my first instinct was to try being awkward to not come off as cocky. “I’m glad you saw something in me, haha…”

Ah, nevermind. I was literally just stressed out…

“Heh, I see you’re quite courageous. Nothing to worry about,” the man leaned on the table. “Well, I must congratulate you with one thing - you are already accepted.”
“Oh..?! Really?!” 

Somehow, this response only made me even more anxious. What if I didn’t fit in? What if I would screw something up on the very first day because they overestimated me? So many things could go wrong and I didn’t like how I could only focus on that. 

“Yes, there are just a few things you have to check. Here..” he gave me a few sheets of paper.

I quickly ran my eyes over them, figuring out that it was nothing other than a “FAQ’ sheet mixed up with elaborate terms and conditions. So, this mansion was meant to be my home until the summer’s end. And yet, it looked like this life was still a little flavour of paradise in comparison to my parents’ rotting junkyard of a house. Not to mention… They needed just a waiter, not a full-on manager. Good for me, I suppose. 

As I signed every blank square on the paper without reading too much into it, I gave the papers back to the gentleman that stood before me in anticipation. 

“Ah, good,” he took the documents as his other hand reached out for the box that they brought into the room a bit earlier. 

“What is this?” 

“As you might have already heard, we don’t refer to anyone by names in this family.”

‘That’s true,’ I thought, remembering my first instance of meeting the butler. 

“We use these instead. Believe it or not, they are more than just a trinket…”

As the man held the small pause in the air, he finally opened the dark box, revealing four different miniature bells inside. I assumed there were originally five, as one of them was seemingly already taken by the empty space of the same shape. 

“I will ring them one by one and we will see which one resonates the most with you,” he told me, his gloved hand gently hanging above one of the golden buttons. 

“Ok-”

Ding! A clean noise filled the room for a short moment. The man noticed my nonchalant expression, nodding his head in response:

“Ah. Not this one, then. Alright, one more time!”

Once again, he gently bounced with his four fingers stuck to each other until they hit the second bell, this one was covered in sprinkling red glitter. This one was louder, much louder. In a way, I could almost feel the sound bouncing against the walls in my head and making it spin. 

“Understood,” he smiled sympathetically upon noticing my discomfort. “This one must be yours, then!”

His hand approached the bell with a star pattern before ringing it. Yes.. The sound was definitely more to my liking, but probably that would happen regardless, considering that I almost got a headache from the previous one…

“Yes, probably..” I muttered.

“Haha! I see,” yet his hand lingered above the final bell with a black ribbon on top. “Well, we should test this one out too, just in case.”

And then… It rang. Even if I couldn’t understand why, my heart suddenly melted, my entire body tensed and I felt unexplainable comfort, similar to being wrapped in a very warm blanket. The sweet notes remained in the depths of my mind as the echo of the bell dissolved like a snowflake.

“Huh..? This is the one?..” the man seemed as confused as me. “Hm.”

“I.. I think so, yes..” 

“This is strange, it is usually for our.. oh, then.”

In my head so many questions still resided, yet all I did was sit and watch as the man shrugged and took the ribbon-decorated bell before closing the box altogether. 

“The butler will now lead you to your room. Your shift starts tomorrow. When we call you… You will recognize the sound,” he said as he walked out of the room.

What just happened? Did I do something wrong? All I did was do what the guy told me to do. It’s not my problem that the bell sounded so good, so dreamy, and so.. so..

Okay. I need to stop overthinking about the bell. I’m just trying to convince myself that something is wrong when I just got hired as a waitress! I, I mean, a waiter, yes. Just a slip-off.

My roommates, two women around my age(I believe, they were twins), did not help the situation at all. They glanced at me with their worrisome expressions, whispering between each other and not even trying to hide it. That’s a bit rude…

When I woke up the next day, I immediately heard the familiar “ding!” sound. Once again, it sent shivers down my spine as my entire body reacted to the sound and now there was this strange sensation of anticipation and energy deep inside. Some people glanced at me the same way the two maids from my room did, like I was some sort of alien. Though, perhaps, I did come off as such with my lack of understanding of how rich people tend to act…

Ding! There we go with these shivers down my spine and rapid heartbeat… I gulped, feeling a tight lump in my throat as all the worry I had prior suspiciously vanished away. There was a burning heat in my chest, but I didn’t mind it, I was too focused on my task. After all, I needed was to satisfy my clients in any way I could.

My legs, carrying me like I just tripped on a skateboard, helped me deliver all the dishes just in time. Over the span of a few hours, I dissolved in the atmosphere. All things considered, it felt slightly funny for me to belong in a space like this, yet, at the same time, so natural! It’s like the entire restaurant floor was a big musical instrument that I, somehow, mastered in a matter of seconds. I could even hear the clicking rhythm in my head!

“There you go,” I placed the freshly cooked salmon on the plate of a middle-aged man, his clothes as classy as everyone else’s. 

“Thank you, sweetheart~,” he gave me an appreciative glance. 

Wow, I really froze in place from him looking at me like that. If my favourite bell hadn’t rang at that same time, I probably wouldn’t have even bothered to run away. 

Huh, it was weird. I probably should not be doing this. But I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes some primal urge was forcing me to just do it.. To flirt with my clients. And the way I saw other maids joining me and lightly chuckling as they rubbed their arms against men and women, it only gave me more confidence in myself. At first, I was disgusted by their insolence, but now, seeing how the same people were looking at me, I could say there was even some jealousy deep down. 

Again, ding! What is that? Oh, a break. To be frank, I was even slightly disappointed by this revelation. I was only getting into it! But I couldn’t deny that my stomach was already begging to grab something to fill itself up. It’s not good for a waitress-, erm, a waiter to look like a hungry pig, but maybe I could find some sandwich or two to eat. 

“Who are you eying, eh?~” one of the maids hit me in the arm. 

“Huh?!” I snapped, looking at her in confusion. 

Ah, it was my roommate, but I couldn’t put my finger on which of them, as they both shared the same long black hair and pinkish eyes. 

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” she giggled. “See ya at the party tonight, silly~.”

She bounced away on her high heels before I could mutter a word, but maybe it was just me being too confused. What party was she talking about? Was this something I didn’t know yet?.. Well.

Ding! I should’ve gotten used to that already, but my back arched from it anyway as I blew a whistle into nothingness. Why was I such a mess from a small sound? Of course, it made me feel safe, at home, as if all fears suddenly were turning into breeze, but… Oh! There’s some bit of dust on the table! This couldn’t be left like that, so, naturally, like any good maid would, I picked up a slightly humid dustcloth and ran it over the wooden surface. Such a simple thing to do, yet I felt so proud of myself for that short clean-up, hehe. So much that I didn’t realize the way that playful chuckle escaped my throat. It sounded unfamiliar, but as I looked around, no one else was to be there. I knew that feminine giggle was mine, but I had no idea how it even happened. 

“Ehem..” I spoke in my natural voice, making sure it was just an accidental crack a moment ago. “Alright, al-right!~” it happened again the moment I thought it was overthinking. 

Normally, I would find it concerning, but when I heard the familiar “ding!”, I immediately sighed and relaxed my tense shoulders. Wow, cleaning the table was actually much harder than I initially thought. If my arms were slightly more athletic, it would’ve been easier. But, well, turns out all these months of physical education when I was still in high-school did little to make me more muscular. Or was it just me trying to ignore that just yesterday I was admiring my biceps and now there was not even a hint of them on my soft skin? Overthinking, as always…

The break was ending in around five minutes and I still hadn’t eaten anything since those two apples in the morning. Can’t get myself fat, of course. I’d prefer being slender like all the other, um, waitresses…  I should go check on myself while I am in a good mood, I suppose. 

Of course the restroom was just as elite as the entirety of the mansion. But that was one of my lesser concerns I’d prefer to ignore for now. The image that I saw in the mirror, however, made my heart jump… I was wearing a long black dress with an apron on top, white stockings struggling to wrap around my thighs. Not to mention it was only now that I realized how strange standing in high heels was. When did I even jump into this outfit…? Could I have dressed up like that in the morning without noticing? I almost panicked, ran away in fear from not recognizing the cute face, its pinkish eyes and long dark hair in the mirror, but then.. I could hear the faint ringing behind the door again. I knew what was coming and yet, I still gave in..

I knew I had to go back to my job and everything else could wait, but I couldn’t take it anymore. As I walked closer to the door, I now could feel how my balls barely fit in my panties, unpleasantly finding their way out. In this moment of frustration, my hand slid underneath my skirt, as I pressed my thumb against one of them and applied more pressure with other fingers until it was buried in my groin. A small moan escaped my lips as I tensed up for the one remaining. 

“Finally, nothing annoying hanging between my legs..~” I licked my lips in a whisper while running my finger along the contour of my newly sculpted pussy. 

Anyone could walk into the restroom on me jerking off the remains of my cock underneath my skirt, but I for sure knew I wouldn’t mind. Not until I was finally done with that nuisance of an erection…! It has gotten to the point that simply pulling the skin up and down didn’t work anymore, I had to get creative by rubbing my thin middle finger and thumb against it, trapping the fresh clit as such. My thighs were pressed against each other to prevent any juices from dropping on the marble floor as I watched them respond to one more ringing behind the door, notifying about the ending of the break. I could feel my eyes rolling in ecstasy and annoyance, but still catching the glimpse of fat filling my thighs and causing them to bounce upon impact. I was such a bad girl, yet I found some enjoyment in that..~

“Ohh, yes, yes…~” 

All I wanted was to turn my cock into a pussy, but now I was like a fragile soaked tissue like those I used to wipe the tip of my member from cum with when I still had one. But this? It was so much better having my fingers deep between my bottom lips, driving my body to such intense pleasure that I could faint out of the blue, but absolutely not regret it. Sweat rolled down my feminine face as I wiped it by rubbing my cheek against my now weak, narrow shoulders. The other hand went to my chest. Unfortunately, Darkes preferred petite women, so I didn’t have much development in that area aside from them perking outwards with a desperate push as I played with new thick nipples of mine. Even if I looked dumb with my forehead pressed against the wall, I couldn’t care less when the sticky strings between my fingers begged for more. If I could I would definitely burst at this point. The pressure, the charging.. I don’t know what some freaks are missing, but I was damn sure vagina was a tool I would never want to let go of. Even when it felt like the process was getting stale, I rubbed my fingers, played with the folds and rearranged them to my liking, just to feel that short moment of bliss that drove me closer and closer, accompanied by the rough pinches I did around the area of my nipple, leaving crescent-shaped marks every now and then that faded away as quickly as my perfect fingernail painted them. 

Ding! Come on, girl, wrap it up already..! I bit my lip as my knees slammed against each other with the slap of my thighs. 

“Ahhh..! Please, here, here!~” I nearly cried out.

I was hungry, hungry for something deep in my pussy or everywhere else on my body, be it my ass, chest, or even the very knuckles of my fingers doing their best to pleasure me as my only instrument for the release right now. It was coming! The heat of the sun straight in my pussy, hungrily moving outwards as I did my best to not groan like a bitch in a heat desperately begging to mate. And, without warning, I straightened my legs, the fluid fruits of my wet orgasm staining my skirt in a blink of an eye. What seemed like a brief second was nothing less than a lengthy minute or two of me trying to wrap my head around the fact that I just pleasured myself in the middle of the shift. The soaked pussy stiffened, turned numb, even making me slightly disappointed that I couldn’t go any further than that. A newfound softness appeared as I let the sensation go. 

“H-Haa..Haha…~”

I wish it didn’t feel this good. And I wish I would feel guilty for what I’ve just done, but I didn’t. Maybe.. if I were a boy, my conscience would suck me like a mosquito on a scorching summer day, but that was just a fantasy scenario. After all… I was simply a humble maid doing her job and having sexual thoughts from time to time. Goodness gracious, my sisters were right when they called me silly. 

Ding!

“U-Understood, I am coming!” I finally answered in a sunshine-fueled voice as I ran out of the restroom, knowing very well that the pantyless me would find a way to bring someone into it tonight.