Sharing the Shower (Taboo Erotica) by Anya Merchant Page A

to shield him from the maid. “As soon as the affairs of Ludling Estate are put into order, we will be leaving, and most likely the property will be sold. You might want to consider looking for alternative employment, young lady.”
    “Mom!” John gave her an exasperated look, and then turned to Olivia. “I’m sorry, she has… bad memories of this place. We haven’t decided what we’re going to do with the estate yet.”
    Olivia bowed slightly and smiled.
    “Of course, sir,” she said. “You are Marcus van Ludling’s named heir, and that makes you the current Count Ludling. The decision is entirely in your hands.”
    Natalie looked as though she wanted to chew Olivia out, but John smiled at both of them, and began walking toward the stairs before the tension could mount.
    “Please, allow me to give you a tour, Count Ludling,” said Olivia.
    “That… sounds weird.” John scratched his head and turned abruptly as he was walking through the entrance of the stairs. Olivia had been following close and quickly behind him, and she didn’t stop in time. She let out a little squeal as she tripped forward, falling right into John’s arms.
    “Just call me John.” He held her for a second and stared at her pretty face, feeling her big boobs pushing against his chest. Natalie stomped over and cleared her throat, her arms crossed and a very disapproving look in her eyes.
    “Can we get on with this?” she asked. “I would like my son to see this place for what it is.”
    “Yes, of course, my lady,” said Olivia. She turned back to John and flashed him a smile that was secretive and suggestive in a way that only a flirty woman in her prime could effectively pull off.  “John, let me show you your new estate.”
    “Lead the way,” he replied.
    Olivia walked with cute, concise steps, her butt wiggling from side to side in the maid outfit with every movement. She led John down a flight of stairs, which spilled out into an open third floor balcony area.
    The carpets were a shade of opulent maroon, and all of the surfaces were polished wood, with gold trim. There was a chandelier hanging from the roof, and down below John could see the second floor balcony, with the entrance hall on the first floor being at the very bottom. Two huge wooden doors were at the front of the house, which he presumed would lead to the front yard.
    “The third floor is the primary residential area,” said Olivia. “Both the Lord’s and Lady’s rooms are on this floor, along with two guest bedrooms, each with a bathroom of their own.”
    She stopped in front of a door at the top of the stairs and opened it. The room on the other side was huge and spotless, with a gigantic bed at the center that had a large screen hanging from the roof concealing it. There was also a masterfully built desk, a bookshelf, and a large full length mirror.
    “Is this… my room?” asked John. Natalie scowled.
    “It’s the Count’s room, whatever that means for us now,” she said. “Come on, let’s get this tour over with so we can talk about what needs to be done.”
    Olivia led them around the edge of the balcony, pointing out the guest bedrooms, and then stopping outside a room similar to John’s own. She looked at Natalie expectantly, but said nothing.
    “This is… my mom’s old room,” she said in a quiet voice. “I… I’d like to stay the night in this one, if that’s alright with you, John.”
    “Of course, mom,” he said. “Anything you want.”
    Olivia brought them down a gigantic staircase to the second floor, and led them through that as well. There was a large library, bigger than the public one in John’s hometown, stocked with more books than he could imagine reading in a lifetime. Next to it was a private movie theater with a digital projector loaded with classic movies, and next to that was a large study with several very modern looking computers. Olivia explained to him that it was where the old Count had done most of his