More Than An Inheritance Scam (TheGreyWolf/AmeliaRP)

[AmeliaRP]

"Where do these people get my contact details from anyway? It must be another huge load of cash trapped in some African bank after a coup or a civil war."

It didn't seem like a very original scam when Carrie Cuthbertson received an unsolicited message out of the blue on the social media about some supposed inheritance. She was showing a copy to one of her friends that the details were very scant with the only instructions for her to get in touch with some agency providing that she was able to prove she was the person they were seeking. It would apparently be for her own personal benefit. That brought the biggest laugh. At least whoever it was were not asking yet for her bank particulars. It was part of a softening up process to gain her trust and confidence before fleecing her of every cent she owned. Hopeful including her college fees that she still needed to pay for, the 22 year old honey blonde thought.

"It's a complete joke. Why don't they bother to check my nonexistent credit score? All just pointless fishing expeditions if anyone at all bites."

As statistics goes, Carrie was one of only 2.5 percent of college graduates, equivalent to one in forty, who were unemployed. There seemed little hope too on the horizon of much changing about her job projects. Yet with truth often being stranger than fiction as it turned out, the blonde 22 year old was contacted in person just a few days later. She happened to be related not to the leader of some forgotten tribe but did have an aunt as her sole relation who had passed away. The wealth she inherited was not just an abundance of money resources but also a rather large mansion that oddly came with a butler who was responsible for its maintenance.

Everything happened so quickly. The young blonde was allocated a financial adviser from the bank of her late deceased benefactor, otherwise she had no idea whatsoeverl how to handle her unexpected heirloom. What was also need was an early visit to her bequeathed property. Since all else she had was a rented one bedroom condo where she was in arrears with the payments, it was a no brainer that she should move to the dream home despite its vast size. For her convenience a chauffeur had been hired by the butler to pick her up at the nearest airport up arrival. Once there she was greeted in a fawn skirt suit she was wearing by the manservant who apparently had a lifetime contract to devote himself to her.

 

[TheGreyWolf]

It had been a few days since the notice of inheritance had been sent and Alexander Burton Had been patiently waiting at the mansion for his new mistress to arrive. He had arrived several days prior, having promptly set out to begin his lifetime charge. Eager and excited to finally be the chief servant to an estate. The free time he found himself with while he waited had been put, in his mind, to excellent use. The grounds had been tended by a group of professional landscapers, he had personally walked every square inch of the interior cleaning from floor to ceiling. He had familiarized himself with the rest of her inheritance in order to accurately inform and advise her, should she need the assistance, and took the liberty of hiring a chauffeur to pick up his new mistress from the airport. He was quiet pleased and felt as though all the necessary stones had been turned.

After hearing of her arrival from the chauffeur, Alexander prepared the mansion to greet her. Even though he was still the only person in the house. Patiently waiting in the entry hall beneath the chandelier as he saw the car pull into the drive. Promptly, and with a brisk stride, Alexander stepped outside. As the car pulled around the drive, he bowed politely as the car stopped and he opened the door for her. "Greetings Ms. Cuthbertson, and welcome to your new home!" Reaching out with his free hand in attempt to politely assist her from the vehicle.

 

[AmeliaRP]

The highly impressive photographs she had seen as well as the layout of the land and buildings. But they hardly gave justice to the real splendour and grandiose of the magnificent property. Carrie was in awe as she alighted from her limousine with the aid of a surprisingly conventional if seemingly old-fashioned butler. The likes of which with his black morning coat, unique tie and white gloves, she had only seen in historical dramas. The true awe of the place though could only be captured by being there and greeted in such a way.

"My new home? Oh yeah. Is mine." The 22 year old honey blonde was spellbound as she gratefully took Alexander's arm. Although he may have been a mere servant, even if the highest ranking and most senior in his profession, she offered him a generous smile. She was fully aware how much she would need to rely upon the butler and all his areas of expertise in order to run and maintain the imposing mansion. It would be such a huge task, she knew and had been told in no uncertain terms.

"Are you going to show me around , errr .... I'm not sure what to call you, perhaps just Burton?" Carrie seemed to recalled that servants were called just by their surnames in movies that she had watched. She felt so excited but did not know quite where to start. It would be the first personal role of her butler after booking her a chauffeur to get there. She kept her arm interlocked with his as she let him lead the way and she would follow admiring all in her wake, careful not to slip in her heels.

 

[TheGreyWolf]

Alexander kept the warm smile on his lips as Carrie took exited the car and took his arm. He found her quite charming with the clearly overwhelmed air she had hovering about her. "Burton will suffice or Mr. Burton, should you feel particularly formal. Alexander is also an option, should you prefer. I only ask not to be referred too as 'The Penguin'. I'd like to think I would be a friend to Batman rather than an enemy." Casually adding in a little joke to answer her question and hopefully put her at ease a bit. "And I would be happy, to give you a tour. Right this way." He finished, leading her along the front walk as the chauffeur stepped out of the car, looking at the two. "Luggage, sir?" The driver asked. "Yes, please, kind sir. If you would bring the bags just inside you'll find an envelope on the table beneath the chandelier. That is for you and I thank you for your services." Alexander replied with a brief pause in stride, before carrying on.

Stepping slightly forward, he opened the door and held it open for his new mistress. "May I introduce your estate." He said proudly, escorting her inside. "The entry way, with adjacent dining room." Gesturing at the room they were in then to the left towards the long table. "Straight ahead is the living room." Now holding his free hand out towards the room in question. "Should it strike your fancy, yes, I am well versed on the piano." He added, comment on the instrument in view.

 

[AmeliaRP]

Whatever she wanted to call him, he seemed to be no ordinary butler. Certainly no stereotype. Carrie wasn't even sure if he was allowed to be funny but she thought he was hilarious. She had to take her spare hand to cover her mouth to stop herself tittering so much. She didn't see him as a flightless bird, nor indeed as a foe. "I never did see you as a DC Comics supervillain, nor as Danny De Vito. Besides you haven't really got a bird-like nose to be teased when you were a child." To be polite though she did not stare up to check his face.

"An estate. That sounds nice. I think it is an ideal word, much better than a property or indeed a mansion." Listening to herself, the 21 year old honey blonde was wondering why she was speaking in such a way. It seemed as though she had become the lady of the manor and was behaving according or how she thought she would be expected to behave. "I'm not sure if it is very suitable for college parties." Carrie dreaded to think what the dining room would look like with half-empty bottles lying all around and drunken students in various stages of dress and undress.

"A concert piano too. Oh you tinkle the ivory as well. That's interesting. Maybe we should have a duet one day." She still wasn't sure what was protocol in her conduct with regards to the senior servant, probably not playing a sonata together nor a Rhapsody in Blue. Carrie let go of his arm and walked towards the patio doors to look out at the garden. "Are there still peacocks that run around on the lawn?" The upkeep of the grounds alone must cost a fortune, she thought.

 

[TheGreyWolf]

Her reply brought another smile to his lips. Chuckling as she joked along with him, and warmed by her compliment. "Why thank you, Ms. Cuthbertson." Keeping the whole of his attention fixed on her. Curiously listening as she seemed to be slipping into a certain tone just from entering the mansion. Although he wasn't so sure he's presence didn't have anything to do with this either. Still, he found it to be rather charming and cute of her. "Well, if it M'Lady's wish to have a party, than it would be my charge to see it is well supplied and, in the morning, is properly cleaned." Wanting to assure her in some small way that he was her to serve and happy to do so without just bluntly saying it.

Upon hearing that she too played the piano, Alexander grew more excited. Although he didn't outwardly show it. "That would lovely! It would be my pleasure to play a duet with you." She seemed to be taking everything in stride, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. Either with a list of his talents and possible roles within the estate or a whirlwind tour of said estate. Besides, he was enjoying their first meeting as it was. "Yes, actually." He replied, walking towards the patio and peering out the windows. "Last I saw them, most were in the field just around the hedge's there." Pointing beyond the pool where the property stretched out of sight.

"Would you like the tour to move outside, or see the rest of the interior first?" Turning to her and awaiting a reply. Finding the light pouring through the windows to be illuminating her in the most elegant way. Already thinking she was beautiful, however, in this light she was positively radiant. How lucky he was to be in her employ.

 

[AmeliaRP]

It was obviously impossible for her to see everything that day. It could take her a week, possibly a lot longer, to check it all out if ever. "I could do with a drink. Maybe some tea or a cup of coffee. Do you have any kitchen staff or can I just go and make it." It wasn't quite how the mistress of the house should act. Wasn't it her job just to give out commands and expected whatever she wanted? But Carrie did not quite see herself in that role even if Burton did take his job very seriously, with or without the odd joke.

"We'll need to sit down and discuss what we are going to do in the next week, in the medium term too and perhaps even in the more distant future, Burton." Moving away from the French windows, the honey blonde walked back into the centre of the living room. Before sitting down on the couch, she removed her fawn jacket revealing a plunging white blouse with spaghetti straps underneath. "I need to unpack a few things sometime too, otherwise I've nothing to wear."

At first she was unsure what to do with her jacket before giving it to the obvious person to take care of it. As she sat on the couch she adjusted her shirt which had ridden up her thighs. Not that she was bothered about the butler as he was well kind of asexual to her. Not that she considered him as a guy but as he was, a servant, very useful as he may be. "Am I allowed to put my legs up on the seat?" Although she kicked her shoes off, it just didn't seem right to lounge around. Beside Burton was there, he seemed to have become her shadow.

 

[TheGreyWolf]

Turning from the window, it was as if a switch had been flipped in Alexanders mind. He felt as though he had gotten ahead of himself. It was almost a reflex, the way he acted once she had mentioned the need for a drink. With one finger in the air, he moved to the living room bar. "Apologies Ms. Cuthbertson. As of yet I am the sole serving staff of the house. I've been waiting to discus that very subject with you, serving staff included..." Speaking as he set readied a burner under the bar, filling a kettle of water will it heated. "In order to gauge your preferences. Should you require more staff, I have a list of highly recommended candidates that could fill the role. Unless madam would prefer to tend to herself at times..." Having prepared a batch hand picked tea leaves into a bundle, condensing it in a tea strainer. As the water came to temperature, placing the readied bundle inside to steep. Pausing a moment as he listened to her speak before going any further with his own reply. All the while his eyes had been watching her in the most subtle of ways. Every motion studied, every inflection observed, every curve admired. "Although, if I may be so bold: It is my privilege to be of service to one as fair and beautiful as yourself." Preparing a tray on which he could serve the tea. A cup and saucer ready for use. A small plate of crackers, cheeses and fruits to serve as a snack for her. Then finally the crowing jewel of freshly brewed tea.

Walking from behind the bar, serving tray in hand and well stocked with tea and snacks. "Part of my charge, in training and bred into mindset, is to service my mistress..." Sitting the tray down before her, tending to the empty cup with a bit of honey for a natural sweetener before filling it with hot tea. "Meaning it is my privilege to service her every desire." Taking her coat in hand, a graceful touch and the deep gaze of his eyes reflecting a respect and appreciation for her and her form that was more than a simple lustful admiration. Walking her coat to a nearby coat rack within the entry hall before returning to her. "Just as well, You may put your legs where ever you desire them to rest. That is M'Lady's privilege. As it is if she would wish for me to carry her luggage to the master bedroom, or anything else you may wish of me."

 

[AmeliaRP]

It was clearly something she was going to have to get used to. And very quickly. The butler was not quite a ghost figure following her around though seemed to be effectively being her shadow. Much more than that it was even as if he had the potential of becoming part of her as if they were but one person. It was an uncanny feeling, not one that she was at all used to in the least.

"Since there is only me, it would seem any unnecessary staff. A cook or a maid sounds useful but not full time." Carrie was so used to doing most household chores herself. It didn't seem to be worthwhile to employ anyone extra. She was yet unsure how much employed would the butler be, especially since she did not see him doing more personal jobs for her. "Perhaps a lady's maid could be particularly helpful to do tasks not suited to yourself."

Once she put her legs up on the couch, Carrie leaned forward to massage each of her feet in turn, mindful again about how much thigh she was showing. She was modest enough to wait until Burton had poured the tea first. It hadn't gone missing on her the way she thought he emphasised being willing to do 'every' for her but was unsure if he was making a pass or just wanting to make sure he safeguarded his job.

"Yes I be pleased if you can attend to my luggage, Burton. It be useful if you can even unpack it for me. You'll have to excuse all my lingerie though." It made the 22 year old honey blonde to giggle at the thought of him being inundated with all her panties, bras and stockings. "Maybe a female maid of some sort would be useful. Perhaps someone like yourself who can multitask."