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The morning sun breaks through the half-open shades, spreading light and warmth throughout the mess strewn across the bedroom. Hyde, roused awake by the comforting, welcome warmth, fluttered his eyes open to adjust them before finding the two vixens at each side. (Kit and Liz, were their names? He wasn't sure.) It took him a moment before he remembered these were a couple of twins he picked up from last night's party...along with a Snow Leopard, Ruka, hugging onto his waist.

"Well, that explains the morningwood," he groaned as they three squirmed to wake up. The two vixens rubbed his chest as they leaned in for their good morning kisses before noticing Ruka had her large breasts smothering his crotch. She soon start to awaken, her slight movements causing what morningwood he had already to keep growing to its maximum, foot-long massiveness. The snow leopard simply grinned and gave a good morning kiss to the head as it emerged from her cleavage. "And a good morning to you, girls," he grinned. As Kit and Liz leaned in to join Ruka, Hyde's phone thrummed as it vibrated on the bedside nightstand with a phone call. "Fucking ay... I'll join you ladies in a bit." Reaching for his cell phone, the caller ID blares with the name of his agent. "...Great..." While the girls continued on his growing stiffness, he argued with his agent over the phone about being called so early.

"Listen, Grenda, I-... *sigh* Seriously, quit bitching at me; I just woke up and I have the WORST hangover to date." He listened to her rebuttal before retorting with, "Listen, would you cut to the chase?! What's this about?!"

"Look, just get your spotted ass outta bed and head down to the fucking studio. You got a shoot in an hour. I'm on my way to get you and I'm a good 20 minutes away, so hurry."

"Grenda, what did I tell you about talking to me like that?"

"I don't have time for this, Hyde."

"Then you're fired..."

He ended the call and grinned sadistically as he turned back to the twins giving him a double titfuck and the snow leopard sucking the nubby, throbbing head from up top. With a grin, Hyde leans back and enjoys his women while he has them. Twenty minutes later, however, and not even close to being done, he hears the doorbell and goes to answer it. Opening the door, standing there in full glory, Hyde finds Grenda, flustered, at the door with a truck behind him. He scowls at her in disappointment.

"...I just fired you..."

"And I'm your last hope for this shoot..."

Hyde's ears turn up curiously as he looks to the truck to find a camera crew unpacking. "Whoa, wait, wha-..." He was cut off when Grenda shoved him inside and started stripping her business suit off as she made her way to the pool deck. "We doing this or not?!" she retorted as he was left standing there with his cock still throbbing and twitching as he looked ot his driveway and realized...there was no limo bringing other models.

The three girls were outside already chatting to each other as the crew set up. Hyde, now suffering blue balls, was standing there as he watched his agent strip and change into a very skimpy bikini. "And I thought you lionesses were more powerful than this," he teased. "Although, it was pretty obvious you've wanted this dick for a long time, Grenda." The lioness's ears perked as she turned to him, obviously embarrassed as she walked up to him prodded his chest as she retorted with, "You're egotistical, self-centered, overconfident prick for a hyena, you know that? I demand respect and I've given it to try and earn it form you, you son of a-" She was cut off as he grabbed her jaw and brought her in for a forced kiss. She froze before melting into it momentarily until he pulled away with a signature, sadistically evil grin. "You talk too much babe," was all he said before patting her buttocks and walking off, barking orders at the director and camera crew to hurry. Grenda stood there, looking to the three girls who now giggled at her before calling them over.

Once the shoot was ready, Grenda and the three girls were all bikini'd and set up on beach chairs for the shoot. Hyde had his role and now relished in his morning's venture. And with blue balls, he was ready to just end them up in a single, enormous load.

Once the shoot was over, the girls all went off to the shower with Grenda. Hyde discussed further arrangements for future shoots and the copies that were to be printed before joining the ladies in his outdoor shower. Becoming one of the best mornings of his career, he molested, fingers and fucked all four women, leaving them all smothered in another load.

Once it was over, he called a taxi for the girls and sent them off. Grenda, however, was dressed and already trying to cleanup. Hyde stopped her, catching her hands before she could grab anything else.

"The hell are you doing?"

"Cleaning up this mess, you slob. I mean look at this place!"

Hyde took a look around and noticed his entire living room was covered in a mess from the previous night's party. Pool toys and towels were everywhere, along with beer bottles, aluminum cans, and pizza slices and boxes strewn everywhere. Women's lingerie and men's clothing decorated the place like Halloween cobwebs while shoes and high heels were in places they shouldn't be...including the fish tank with Scrappy the Dragonscale Fighting Fish. Somehow, a teddy bear ended up inside the toilet of his bathroom in the hallway, which was littered with confetti, plastic and feather boas, and even what looks like pillows and bed sheets with knocked over lamps and shattered glass.

Hyde's gut knotted as the realization hit him. He couldn't see them, but he was sure there were leavings of fornication and used condoms all over the place. "...I...could clean this up..." he muttered guiltily. Grenda, however, didn't even answer. Instead, she was dialing a number on her phone. "...Grenda what are y-" She stopped with a finger lifted to his lips, but she made no expressions as the phone rang in her ear. She soon answered, "Hi, Susan, this is Grenda. ...Yes, it has been a while. Listen, I need a favor. One of my clients is in...desperate need..." She was silent for a moment before, "New ones? Well, have them lined up and we'll be right over." He ended her call and turned to Hyde with the biggest grin on her face.

"Could you do me a favor and get dressed?"

"Why, what was that about?"

"A present, for my handsome client. Don't' worry, you NEED this."

"...You're trying to get re-hired?"

"I'm sure I was re-hired the moment I spread my legs in front of a camera for you MASTER."

Hyde grinned as she disappeared with notice of her waiting in the limo up front before he shook his head, the bangs of his black Mohawk dancing over his right eye. "I knew she'd break sooner or later."

After 10 minutes of Hyde getting dressed, and an hour's across the city, Hyde arrives at a large, lavish building of Victorian build. He wasn't sure what this was, but he had a sneaky suspicion she was pulling one on him. He dared not say anything for the possibility of being wrong, however, and got out of the limo as he looked out over the yard and realized it was huge. "Where are we, Monte Cristo? Where's the Count?" he teased as he followed Grenda up the steps. Inside, they were greeted by a butler; he was a portly pig of stout stature and bowed graciously as he beckoned them forward with an arm and said, "Right this way."

They were led down a long hall, enormous marble walls and Ionic columns one might only see in ancient temples adorned it as a whole workforce of maids dusted and cleaned throughout the place. Once passed the giant oak doors at the end, butlers now worked all over an enormous office of wood finishings and tall glass panes with stained glassed picture at the top. It was a library-office, with books and sculptures decorating the place, along with the stuffed heads of hunted game. He nearly cringed when he noticed one was a striped hyena...and a spotted one next to it. Hyde was suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

At the desk, a portly band in a fine red robe and gold ascot sat looked up with his monocle as he turned a page in a book, a peacock feather-quill in his other hand. "Ah, thank you Choppy. You are dismissed," he said as he rose from his seat. The portly, midget butler bowed and walked after expressing his thanks and closed the door. The man before them was a Collie wearing a fez, which almost made Hyde burst with laughter but he held back every impulse easily with the huge curiosity of butlers and maids everywhere and if they were all his. Grenda smiled as she was greeted by the collie with a shake of hands.

"Grenda, it's been too long, darling. How have you been?"

"Good, Master Winslow. I see the business is flourishing." "Indeed it is, and I understand your client..." He paused he took a glance at Hyde with a somewhat judgemental stare, "...is in need of one of my finest?"

Grenda rubbed her temple before looking to Winslow. "Y-Yes." She turns to Hyde and offers each other an introduction. "Master Winslow, this Hyde Princeton. Hyde, Master Winslow is the proud and very established owner of the House Keepers Academy."

"We're an establishment of fine education and skill development for those in need of a fine, honest job. All the butlers and maids you see here are trained and, clearly, kept in practice of performing menial services and errands for top dollar," chided the pompous collie, although, his words are backed up by truth. A fine establishment indeed, at it sure as hell showed wherever Hyde turned his eyes. He was severely impressed and no longer doubted the establishment's credibility. Hyde turned to Master Winslow and gave an approving smirk before turning to his agent.

"Grenda, are we getting me a maid?"

"Oh god, no. She'd never get anything done with you around."

Hyde didn't say anything, honestly admitting it in his silence with a shrug.

"We're getting you a butler. Someone to get you places on time, have you awake when you need to be, and clean up after you."

"Jeez, Grenda..."

"Hyde, I'm serious...besides, the best part is you get to pick him out..."

The butlers and Master Winslow seemed shocked at this as Hyde's ears perked up and he looked around the room. "...Well, I'm assuming this isn't ALL the butlers, right?"

"Of course not! I have more to present you, MANY more. Come, we'll have lunch while they get prepared for choosing," replied Master Winslow as he led them from the office. He gave them a tour of their facilities, showing off the gardens and greenhouses in which they practice lawn work and gardening, the ponds and pools where they learned pool cleaning, and of course the various halls of sculptures, paintings, and expensive furniture, which for some reason was all mahogany, and the kitchens where they all refined their skills in cooking and kitchen work. There was a separate building, seemingly identical to the first, where the maids and butlers would engage in hobbies, such as anything from billiards, to painting and sculpting, and even knitting. However, one television, Hyde noticed, was set up with a Nintendo Wii, an Xbox 360, and a Playstation 2. Hyde wondered which butler or maid could possibly indulge in such a hobby from such a refined, posh setting, but he never got the chance to ask.

Back at the main building, after the grand tour, Hyde was introduced to an enormous line of butlers. They all stood at the ready, yet their calm demeanors all betrayed an uneasy anxiety to be chosen.

"These are the finest butlers in our establishment, and not a one is below the above average, I assure you," chided Master Winslow as Hyde started walking down the line. It seemed he would take a week to reach the end of the line. As he passed by a few butlers, he simply looked at them and they seemed to buckle and faint under an unseen pressure. About halfway down the line, Hyde felt himself losing interest. It seemed he wasn't going to get the butler he wanted out of any of this line up until he got close to the end. Standing out above them all (quite literally) was a tall white lion. His stoic expression was simply stone-like and Hyde was somehow intrigued by it. "Who's this?" Master Winslow looked at Hyde's question to see him standing before the white lion near the end.

"Oh, you don't want him, Mr. Princeton. He's quite fresh in the academy and still has a good 3 years left on him before graduation... Actually, I wonder who put him here..."

Hyde looked him over, staring at him like some curious child. The butler was even caught up in the curiosity so much that he even turned his eyes to Hyde. When Hyde raised an eyebrow, so did the butler. "You're the one who plays the video games, aren't you...?" Hyde asked. The white lion simply looked to Master Winslow and snuck in a small nod without a word. Hyde smirked and gave the okay to speak as he smirked. "What's your name?" Hyde asked. "Jerald Kingsley, sir," replied the butler, his voice deep with a South African tint to the British accent. Hyde crossed his arms and took a chance, Master Winslow and Grenda looking up to see what was suddenly going on.

"What was the best series, aside from Donkey Kong, was made by Rareware?" asked Hyde.

"Banjo-Kazooie, sir," replied Jerald.

"Who's Luigi's Peach counterpart?"

"None, but it's rumored that Daisy has one of his eyes in her hair, sir."

"What are Dragon types strongest against?"

"Fire, Water, and Grass types, as well as other Dragons, sir."

"Best game ever made by Capcom?"

"Tough choice between one of the Mega Man and Monster Hunter games?"

"Best way to support a hunter of lower rank when using the bow?"

"Provide enough of a distraction for them recover their stamina, weapon sharpness or health, using ailments as best as possible to best weaken the monsters, and when the monster turns for you..." He looked down at Hyde and cocked an eyebrow. "...run like bloody hell, sir."

Hyde and the butler exchanged smirks of approval as Master Winslow and Grenda slowly remove their monocle and glasses in amazement. Hyde turns, closely followed by the butler upon giving the word to do so. He stood before them, a grin spread ear-to-ear on the hyena's face as he shrugged and said. "I think we our man."

Master Winslow suddenly seemed flustered at this decision as he begun to protest. "He can't go with you. He still needs to master many other skills before he graduates!" blubbered the old collie.

"Does he know how to dust, clean, cook, clean a pool, and take care of a Dragonscale Fighting Fish?"

"W-Well, yes, bu-...I-..."

"That's all I need, then. He's perfect. And since he doesn't know all the 'necessary' skills, we'll take him for cheap."

Winslow almost seemed to inflate in his natural fur as he almost loses his temper before walking off. Grenda, worriedly, watches him leave with Hyde watching more curiously before turning to his prospect and asking, "Is that a yes?" The butler literally shrugged and said, "Frankly, that one is new to me, sir."

After an hour or so of debating and convincing, Hyde finally signed the papers and Jerald packed his back and game systems, complete with games. Jerald said his goodbyes and left with his new employer, all of which are happy to have gained something. Grenda chewed out Hyde, however, for his 'low-class' behavior, to which Jerald simply explained that Hyde simply made his choice in his own manner and still kept a well-mannered composure. Hyde was already overjoyed by the time they got to his place.

Upon entry, Jerald was unfazed by the mess, for which Hyde apologized. Grenda took it upon Hyde's suggestion to give Jerry a tour of the place as he Hyde started to figure out where his new Butler would sleep. He then remembered a guest room and made his way through the mess covering the hallway, tiptoeing around a substance of unknown origin. Opening the door however, he suddenly felt ashamed as he laid his eyes upon what looked like a naked rat with 2 ferrets and a blow-up doll. "...Aw...Reggie..."

After kicking out the rodents, he tried to clean up any unwanted evidence before Grenda and Jerald finally came across the room. Grenda rubs her brow as Hyde was caught with the doll before he dropped it.

"Well, Jerry, uhh...this would be your room...except for th-"

"Not to worry, Master Hyde."

Grenda and Hyde looked to the new butler as he put down his suitcase. "In fact," he continued, "If you would both leave for the next hour or so, I will see how much of this I can remove in due time. And whatever is left of this mess, I'm sure you traverse through it more easily than before. So, if you don't mind, I'd like my...room to work, as it were."

Grenda and Hyde decided to take the hour at a nearby park, people watching while discussing next week's agenda. They soon discussed that any further shoots would cause for her to be used as a backup model for him until he can find himself a new partner that'll stick around long enough for them, but she refused to even find such a position and agreed to fill it in instead. Hyde, of course, used his charm to brings this out of her, but she then admitted to agreeing to it willingly and at the expense of her own pleasure, not for the extra money. Hyde wasn't sure how to take this, but he was damn sure he wasn't going to let this turn into a sappy ending to another love story in someone's life.

After the hour passed, Grenda and Hyde returned, Hyde admitting he was nervous and unsure, but Grenda teased him to maybe take the initiative if the butler ends up a failure. Tentatively, Hyde reached for the door. He didn't even touch it as it was suddenly unlocked and opened by Jerald, greeting them with, "I hope your estate has been cleaned out to your liking, Master Hyde." It was then followed up with a sweeping gesture to lead them into the house and said, "Please, do come in."

Walking in, Hyde was already struck with awe. The place was spotless, without a single crumb of evidence left. Not even a mouse, if any, would have anything to find. The floors and countertops in the kitchen squeaked and gave off a reflection. The fish tank for Scrappy was cleaned out, algae-free and even Scrappy himself was even swimming more healthily than before. The floors looked like you slip on them because of the shine they gave off and even the windows were so clean they looked like they never had glass; even the cracks and tarnish was gone! He even noticed his games and DVDs were organized and alphabetized, his portraits straightened and retouched somehow, and even the mess leading to the hallway and pool deck was gone. Even Hyde's bedroom and Jerald's new room were cleaned out and reorganized into spotless shows of neatness beyond the days of their known occupancies.

Hyde and Grenda were completely speechless as they took it all in with awestruck wonder. Once they retoured the house, Jerald simply stated, "Quite the daunting task, if I may say so, Master Hyde. Although, since I was in need of an actual task, I did find it rather enjoyable and even challenging, especially for my new quarters." Hyde simply turned as he patted Jerald on the shoulder.

"Jerry?"

"Yes, Master Hyde?"

"Wanna play Street Fighter at the end of the day?"

"Absolutely, sir, but I call dibs on Cammy."

Hyde simply looked to Jerald. "Jerry?"

"Yes, Master Hyde?"

"I love you man..."

And to this, Jerry simply gave a smile, and replied with the greatest of eloquence, "No homo, sir."