Property agent will do everything for the client

Title: “Theillas: Agent of Pleasure”

In the bustling, sprawling metropolis of Metropolis, real estate was a cutthroat business. But there was one agent who stood out among the rest – Theillas, known far and wide as the agent “who would do anything for her clients.” Her reputation preceded her, and for good reason. Theillas was no ordinary real estate agent.

It began with a simple phone call. In walked the March family – a husband, a wife, and their moody teenage son. They were looking for a new home, something larger with more space for the growing family. Theillas greeted them with a dazzling smile and a firm handshake, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.

“That’s no problem at all,” she purred, leading them to the conference table. “I have just the place in mind. A lovely 4-bedroom estate on the outskirts of town, with a guest house, a pool, and even a private gym. Perfect for your active lifestyle.”

Mr. March seemed impressed, but his wife looked skeptical. “What’s the catch? It sounds too good to be true.”

Theillas leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “There is one small thing. The previous owners were, shall we say, very… adventurous. They had a thing for role-playing games, and they left behind some rather interesting costumes and props.”

Mrs. March gasped, her eyes widening. “You mean, like BDSM stuff?”

Theillas chuckled, waving a manicured hand. “Oh, nothing like that. This was all in good fun, just a bit of spice in their marriage. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, I can arrange a private viewing first, just the two of you.”

Mrs. March exchanged a glance with her husband, who shrugged. “Why not? Let’s take a look.”

And so, Theillas led them to the estate, the family following in their own car. Upon arriving, she produced a single key and let them in, waiting outside to give them space. Inside, the house was stunning – high ceilings, polished hardwood floors, and modern appliances. But it was the basement that caught their eye, a hidden room filled with costumes, props, and various adult toys.

Mrs. March’s eyes widened in shock, her face flushing red. “My God…” she muttered.

Mr. March, however, seemed intrigued. He reached out, running his fingers over a black leather cat-suit. “I never knew you had it in you, honey,” he remarked with a smirk.

Mrs. March scowled, crossing her arms. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Theillas appeared then, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. “Well? What do you think? Doesn’t it just scream potential?”

They exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, Mrs. March nodded. “We’ll take it.”

Theillas grinned, clapping her hands together. “Wonderful! I’ll have the papers drawn up first thing Monday morning. In the meantime, I’ll make sure the place is spotless. Oh, and if you need any help… moving in… I’m only a phone call away.”

With that, she left, leaving the family to their new home. Little did they know, Theillas had only just begun working her magic.

The following day, Mrs. March received a mysterious package. Inside was a black leather mini-dress, a pair of stiletto heels, and a note that read “Let’s role-play”. She blushed, tossing the package aside. But that night, when her husband came home and she saw the hunger in his eyes, she couldn’t help but slip into the dress.

It was like a dam had burst. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of sex, scandal, and spice. Theillas was always one step ahead, appearing at just the right moment with another wig, a corset, a blindfold. She even rented a private dungeon for their birthday, complete with a team of dominatrixes and a menu of kinks to try.

But it was more than just sex. Theillas also helped the family navigate their new lives, helped their son with his homework, and even threw them a housewarming party that was the talk of the town. She was more than just an agent – she was a friend, a confidante, a secret keeper.

And soon, word spread. Other clients came to Theillas seeking more than just a home; they wanted the full experience. And she delivered, every time. Whether it was a romantic dinner on a secluded rooftop, a private tour of the city’s hidden sex clubs, or a break-in-the-apartment-hour, all it took was one phone call to set it all in motion.

In the end, Theillas’s clients weren’t just happy – they were addicted. They depended on her, craved her, needed her in a way they never thought possible. And she always delivered, with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. Because that’s what Theillas did – she gave them the thrill they desired, the memory they’d never forget.

And some things, she knew, were worth doing anything for.