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I'm not normally one to complain. Actually, I'm not really sure I should be telling you any of this, but Janet says that whether I tell it or not is only on me, not anyone else. You've met Janet, right? She's my new employer; well, employer isn't really the right word, but I'll get to that later. Regardless, she's pretty nice and not too demanding; a godsend if I ever saw one. There aren't a lot of humans who would take in an audino like me.

Ah, I got sidetracked, didn't I? Sorry about that. Anyway, it was my last job that landed me here. I still think it wasn't as bad as people make it out to be—I just, I kinda got rundown a bit from the stress is all. It was around spring of last year, and I had been working helping this old couple by cleaning and stocking their mom and pop bookstore since they were getting on in the years, but with how the customers kept dwindling and how they didn't have any children around to help out, it was pretty clear that the place was going to close its doors soon. They let me go about a month before the inevitable happened. I told them they didn't have to pay me, that I'd be more than willing to stay and help them out for free, but they insisted that I should get another assignment, one where I could get paid more or at least be taken care of better. They thanked me and gave me one of the books that I often read when things were dull, an old hardcover copy of The Great Ghastly, saying it was something to remember them by, and wished me the best. I kept that book as best I could, and one day, when I'm alright enough to travel, I'm going to go back and see them.

Anyway, I worked through this sort of pokemon employment agency, the ones usually used for putting chanseys and audinos in pokemon centers. I had a brief stint in a center, actually, but it didn't quite work out. I usually ended up working for humans in private settings or at daycares, since I'd been surrounded by humans my entire life and developed a pretty good idea of how to work for them, if that doesn't sound too arrogant. It was about a week before I got assigned to a new job.

That job.

I mean, it started out pretty innocuous. One day my supervisor called me into one of the front rooms, the one where we meet new clients. There was a man and a woman there, late thirties or early forties it looked like, and judging from the flashy new watch he had and the real-leather designer purse she had, well to do at the least.

“Roary," my supervisor said, “this is Mr. and Mrs. Winters. They're our potential clients." I shook their hands—Mrs. Winters gave me a pat on the head when I did, while Mr. Winters just shook my paw firmly but he didn't seem all that interested, which made me kinda worried. But once we started the interview everything seemed pretty standard and I relaxed. As I had guessed, they were pretty well off; they had an estate, not one of those incredibly large ones you see on TV but still bigger than what most people have, with the long driveway and the garden and elegant architecture. They were looking for a butler to tend to general duties in the house since their old one had just recently left. I never found out what exactly happened to them, or even if they were a human or pokemon; the Winters never said and no one told me anything after all that crazy stuff was over. It didn't take them long to decide I was the right audino for the job.

I guess had I been paying more attention, I would have noticed something was off sooner. When I was in the interview the wife seemed uncomfortable about something—I couldn't put my feelers on her to check, but even from a distance I could just sense there was something she was stressed about. I also thought it was a bit odd that the couple wanted a pokemon butler as opposed to a human one—it was nothing really all that special but Mrs. Winters seemed to insist that it be a pokemon, not a human. At the moment, though, I was too caught up with thinking how I'd best serve them, and I shrugged it off; it wasn't unusual for humans to be stressed about things and some humans just really liked pokemon. I figured when I did start, I'd do whatever I could to make her happy. Audino instinct, I guess.

After the interview they talked living arrangements. I was going to be living with them through my employment in one of the rooms in the house where the old servant used to reside. Most of my check was going into room and board and of course the usual part the agency shaved off, but really I never cared much about money. I know a lot of humans liked it and even some pokemon like a persian I once knew, but I dunno. It just never seems to make anyone happy, in the end. Maybe I'm missing something.

I packed my stuff—which wasn't much, really, just a few books I had collected, a camera, and an old pocket watch an ambipom that used to work with me had found once—and off I went with them, riding in the backseat of their fancy sedan. We drove for a good half hour, from the city to the wooded suburbs, the ones named after trees and concepts like fortune and have walk-in basements that overlook a lake that's peppered with small sailboats. I spent most of my time looking out the window—Mr. Winters told me not to put my paw on it once, so I was mindful of that—and taking in the scenery. I like going new places, and I had never been on an assignment that took me out to one of these suburbs, see. It was serene, I mean a different kind of serene than the tended fields and stables and ivy-covered wall on the main wing like we have here. It was more of a sort of secluded serene, not so much that you were alone but that you had some space, the nature without actually having to leave civilization. Maybe that's why some humans like money so much, so they can go places like that. I would have taken pictures if I could, but they would have blurred with how fast the car was going.

Eventually we pulled into the driveway and I saw the house; it wasn't quite what I envisioned, but it was pretty close. A three story house with lots of windows, a porch overlooking a small but well manicured garden, a driveway that wrapped around back to where the three car garage, a swimming pool, and a greenhouse back patio. Have you been in one of those? They're pretty nice, and they're warm in the winter like the ones we have down in—oh, sorry, I got off topic again, didn't I? My bad. We pulled into the garage and when I got out, Mr. and Mrs. Winters said I'd need to get really familiar with the layout as we walked from the garage and into the kitchen.

That's when I noticed for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Winters kept talking to me, but I didn't see them talk to each other, not even a passing question. Thinking back on it, they didn't talk in the car, or even at the office before and during the interview. I thought, Don't married couples communicate with each other more? The old couple I worked with last certainly talked to each other a lot, and some of the best memories I have of that assignment were after we closed the shop for the night and they would reminisce and laugh over stories long past. But at that moment I figured that maybe they were just tired, or they “knew each other" like they say couples do, although I've never been with anyone who knew what I was going to say before I said it, not even any psychic types.

The Winters showed me up to my room on the second floor, which was—and this is ungrateful of me, I'm sorry—a bit smaller than I'd imagined: just a closet and a bed and desk leftover from the last occupant. It was a bit smaller than this room now, I think. I mean, it's not like I take up a lot of space, and honestly I'd been in much worse. I'm happy with anything people give me, because they don't have to give me anything, y'know? And as a pokemon, too, getting something that nice. I was lucky, pretty lucky. It wasn't as bad as people say, honest.

On the bed was a small butler uniform for me, really the suit jacket, shirt, and tie—I think they must have decided to hire me before they even got to the agency, if they had this ready.

“This is your new uniform," Mr. Winters said. “Be sure to keep it clean." Then he turned around, and before he walked up the third floor he said, “I'll be in my room. It's growing late, so bring me some dinner. A simple sandwich, some soup, and iced tea will do fine."

Mrs. Winters didn't follow him. Instead she bit her lip and mumbled “That man..." She said it pretty quiet, so I don't think she wanted me to hear it, but of course I hear a lot better than a human. Sometimes I wish I didn't.

“Um, ma'am?" I said, holding my uniform in my paws. Even though the situation was a bit weird I was still as chipper as ever.

She turned around like she forgot I was there. “Oh, yes? What is it?"

“Will you be taking dinner too? I can make whatever you wish."

“Oh, uh..." She seemed to think about something, and she wasn't looking at me, but down the hall towards the stairs where Mr. Winters had gone. “No, that's fine. I'm not hungry. I'll just make something for myself later."

“Yes, ma'am," I said, then I guess that nagging feeling of something being off got to me, or maybe it was just how you could just tell she was stressed. Audino instinct, I guess.

“And Mrs. Winters?"

“What is it?"

“Well..." I gave my best smile. “If there's ever anything bothering you or anything I can help with, just let me know!"

She stared at me blankly for a moment before shaking her head. “Of course, Roary, but I'm fine. Just get to your duties." She left then, going down the stairs to the study. I wonder if I was too forward, or if I just wasn't trustworthy enough. I guess I wasn't. In any case, I had always thought married couples tended to eat together unless they worked different hours, so I thought this was a one time thing. I later found out they never ate together. They didn't even go out to restaurants or anything when they had whole days off, and I know they could afford it because they went to those places with other friends or by themselves.

I put on my uniform, making sure I got the tie right in the mirror. I actually really liked that uniform; it fit well and it made me feel snazzy. I wish I could have kept it. Afterward I went to make Mr. Winters his meal—he didn't say what kind of sandwich or what kind of soup, so I just heated up a can of chicken noodle and threw together the best sandwich I could. It wasn't like there was a dearth of ingredients—and brought it up to his bedroom. He was at his desk reviewing something on his computer—business files, I'm guessing—and he only gave me a small nod and an absent minded “Thanks," when I gave him his food. I don't blame him, he was busy and all.

I left him alone and wandered the building, partly to get a feel of where everything was, but mostly for my own curiosity. I really wanted to take some pictures of the inside, but I figured that'd be rude, so I took my camera and went into the backyard. I forgot to mention, while the sides of the house had a fair amount of trees, behind it, well beyond the fence they had, there was a slope that gradually ran to into the lake. The lake itself was breathtaking, and I snapped quite a few pictures. Have you seen them? They should be in that book in the drawer, the black one—oh, yeah, you're right. We can save it for later.

I was pretty wrapped up in the picture taking, so much so that I barely heard a rustle of bush and the sound of something landing. I turned to my right and there was a liepard who had just jumped the fence. I froze up a bit, but I saw that she had a collar around her neck—she lived at one of the surrounding houses, and had a habit of roaming the woods and sneaking onto other's property, I later found out. Me being me, I waved to her.

“Hello!" I said as she stalked closer. “Who might you be? I'm Roary."

She didn't respond until she was about four feet away and had laid down on the grass, her front paws crossed and a sly grin on her face. What d'you mean liepards always have that grin? Watch them a bit, you'll be able to make out the differences. Anyway, once she sized me up, she spoke.

“Nice suit, Jeeves," she said.

“Oh, thanks! But my name isn't Jeeves, it's-"

“Yeah yeah, Roary, I know." Her tail swished a bit. “I haven't seen you around here. You those human's new pet?"

“No, actually, I'm working for them!"

She cocked an eyebrow. “Working?"

“Yeah, I just started today. I'm the butler."

“How does a pokemon...nevermind. So, enjoying the folks?"

“Oh yes!" I nodded enthusiastically, I really did. “The Winters are very kind!"

She didn't respond, only looked over at the house and gave a small chuckle.

“What's so funny?" I asked, wondering if there was some sort of in-joke I didn't know or if I said something silly.

“Nothing, Jeeves, you'll figure it out soon enough." She turned and padded back the way she came, calling over her shoulder, “I hope you enjoy,"

“I will!" I called back. “Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

She was at the fence now. “Shadow. My owners weren't the most original."

“Well, I think it's a nice name, Shadow."

She laughed. “You audinos, you'd think the garbage truck was nice if it ran over just your leg."

“Huh? What's that supposed-"

Before I could finish, she had leapt the fence again and was gone.

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The rest of the afternoon was mostly uneventful. I mentioned meeting Shadow to Mrs. Winters when I brought her some drinks in the study, but she just muttered about “that damn cat". No, the real trouble began that evening. It was after I'd finished cleaning out the living room and was headed back to my room when it began. Mr. and Mrs. Winters hadn't been in the same room all day and they'd finally retired to their bedroom for sleep, I suppose, but I could hear them. No, I didn't hear that, although I wouldn't have really been bothered if I did.

No, what I heard wasn't pleasant at all. There were heated words. Yelling, insults, demanding questions. From my room I couldn't quite make out the words, even with my hearing. It lasted for about five minutes, and I know I should have gone up there, I should have done something, but I was too scared to. An audino, scared to help out! I don't know if I could have, but I should have at least tried. It ended with a slamming of a door and Mrs. Winters marching off to one of the well-furnished guest rooms. After that I went to check on both of them, but they told me it was none of my business and to leave them alone. The day after they didn't look at each other again, and they got mad if I tried to ask what was wrong.

The fighting wasn't always constant, mind you, but it kicked up really easily. Something like a misplaced laptop charger came to accusations of being too stubborn and controlling. One word with slightly the wrong tone ended up with questions of why they ever married. A passing mention of some news story became an argument over who was being passive aggressive then a cold, silent evening. I did what I could to make things nice for them, but they never wanted me around when the fighting started or wanted to talk about it afterward. Shadow came by occasionally when I was cleaning the backyard, and even though I said things were fine—they told me not to mention it to anyone and it probably would have made them more unhappy if I betrayed their trust, I figured—she would always snicker and say something along the lines of, “Don't say I didn't warn you."

The only reprieves are when they weren't both in the house. They both had pretty important jobs—Mr. Winters was on senior staff at a consulting company for failing businesses, and Mrs. Winters...well, I never really figured out what exactly her job was, only that it was pretty high-level marketing for a biomedical firm and that she had to travel a lot. They both traveled, but she traveled the most by far. I know it's selfish of me, but I thought those nights were the best, that everyone was happy. That they were reprieves.

But that's just when the real trouble started.

It was one of those nights, right after I had finished cleaning the study, that Mr. Winters called me to his room. Maybe I should have thought it was weird. I'm pretty stupid like that. But then I didn't think anything of it, just thinking it was a regular request.

When I entered, the room was dimly lit—the ceiling light was off, with only the desk light on. Mr. Winters was sitting at his desk, but his chair was facing the door.

“Yes sir Mr. Winters?" I said as I came in.

“Roary, come over here." He said it calmly, beckoning me with his hand, so I walked over.

And this is where things get messed up. I suppose you already know, if you're asking me about it. Why else would either of us be here? When I walked over, I noticed his pants were still on, but his belt was unbuckled and his zipper down.

“Yes, Mr. Winters?"

He didn't flinch when he said the next part. “Pleasure me."

Now, I was stunned. I'm no kid so I knew what he meant—heck, I've had more than my fair share of partners, and plenty of them had been guys, so it wasn't like that was off-putting. But it was more the fact that, well, this was my boss. I'd never in all my years had a boss ask sex from me. Not only that, but a human asking for sex from a pokemon was shocking. I mean, it's not like I really have a problem with it, if it makes people happy, but I thought humans weren't supposed to do that with pokemon. You're disgusted, aren't you? I can tell from your face. I know, I was pretty deplorable, what I did.

I kinda did a double take before saying, “Sir?"

“Pleasure me," he said, gesturing down towards his crotch. “With your mouth, would you please."

“Um..."

“Roary." His voice was calm, but stern, the way like you know you've done something really really wrong. “I am your boss. You will do as I say."

“R-right Mr. Winters!" I can barely speak of this part, I'm still so embarrassed. No, no, it's ok, just give me a second to compose myself. You wanted to know, didn't you? It's kinda funny, really. I'd never been uncomfortable with having sex with anyone before. Like when I met a houndoom once, when I worked at a bicycle shop doing housekeeping and inventory. It reminded me of that. The owner of the shop, he would often bring his houndoom to work with him. He was a nice guy, kinda taciturn but it went with his image, y'know, cool and mysterious. Very good looking, but I noticed one week he was pretty frustrated. He told me it was because the female houndoom were in heat, but that he couldn't actually find a way to mate with any, which left him in a bad way. He said he was going to go crazy if he didn't get any soon, so I told him I'd be willing to help him with that. He was kinda put off at first, but eventually warmed up to it, so one slow evening when I was on break, we went back to one of the storage closets the shop never really used and we-

Oh, sorry, sorry. I'm getting off topic again, aren't I? I apologize. It's just that that was what I was thinking and it's easier to talk about. I figured Mr. Winters was in the same way with Mrs. Winters going away, but when I remembered it, I didn't know why it made me even more uncomfortable about this. Ok, ok, I can continue now. So what I did was, I walked over to him, to his chair, and I could see that he was already hard through his underwear. I think if I was a better pokemon I would have walked away, but I was thinking, If it makes him happy, I'm happy to oblige. Audino instincts. That's what he wanted and that's what he'd get. No, it's fine. It really was my fault because...well you're probably gonna hate me for this because I was kinda curious too. I guess if I wasn't such a slut, things would have played out differently.

What I did was, I pulled down his underwear, revealing his member, and I kept thinking, If it makes him happy, I'm happy to oblige. I'd never worked with a human's penis before, but I had some experience with sucking cocks—that ambipom, I did it with him a couple times in the past, and he seemed to like it. I gripped it hesitantly in my paws and he told me to go on.

I gave it a few strokes before wrapping my lips around it. At that point most everything was kinda natural. I tasted his pre, that familiar salty taste, and I started up and down, using my hands and licking the tip sometimes, but mostly more mouth and tongue. And as I felt around his warm shaft, felt it on my tongue and brushing against the roof of my mouth, I was starting to get turned on. I'm sorry, I just was. I know I'm a slut, that's probably why everything went to hell. But at that moment, I didn't really care. I was getting hard myself, and I kept just going up and down, faster and faster. Every time I went down on his cock I just kept imagining the moment when he would shoot his load.

I guess, though the weirdest thing was how he reacted. He was pretty quiet, and when I looked up, he was never looking at me, just staring off into space stoically. He didn't buckle or moan or even sigh contently or anything, and I'd never had a partner do that before. I know most humans aren't like that, are they? I guess that's inappropriate to ask. Still, with my feelers, I could hear and feel his heart beating faster, the way when someone's excited and they're getting close. He even put his hand on my head but it was...distant. I don't know if he was imagining someone or not—maybe it was his wife, that's what I figured.

Regardless, what I was doing must have been effective, because I felt his cock begin to twitch right before he came. It always kinda takes me by surprise, even when I'm expecting it, but it was a good surprised. I stroked him with my paws as he rode out his orgasm, shooting small spurts of come in me. I swallowed best I could, and I was so excited at the moment that I wanted to give myself a hand but I knew that I needed to focus on him. I gasped for air after he was done, some cum still on my lips.

He finally looked down at me with that same expression as before. “Thank you Roary, that will be all." I don't know why, maybe it's because I'm selfish, but I really, really wanted him to help me with my erection. I expected him to. I guess I just am selfish when I'm horny.

I looked up with him, with begging eyes I think, and I said, “M-Mr. Winters, do you t-think, maybe, you could..." My eyes drifted down towards my shaft, but his eyes didn't follow.

“Go and clean yourself up, Roary. Be sure to turn the lights out when you leave." With that he turned back to his desk and his computer. Part of me was in disbelief, but I managed to bow and give a “Yes, Mr. Winters," before leaving the room, and all I could think was, If it makes him happy, I'm happy to oblige. I ended up going back to my room and finishing up there, but wasn't until after that that I started to wonder about Mrs. Winters, what she would think. She was his wife, after all. In the morning, I mentioned this to Mr. Winters, but he just told me not to say anything, that it would just make everyone unhappy if I did. And at the time, I thought this would be just a one time thing. But if it was, I wouldn't be here, would I?