Cooler the better. He liked to rub the length of his own body against theirs before fucking.
But there was one thing his women couldn't have.
A head.
Fairly simple. He didn't need to look at them. He was fucking them, after all. No head. Clean, cut and dry.
He looked his girls over. Monica, Jasmine, Katelyn, Sarah and Bunny all in a row. He knew Bunny wasn't her name. It was a stage name, but he never questioned her real identity, never pressed the issue. He chose five girls every night from the many that shared the house. How many were there now - fifty, sixty maybe? First floor, second floor. Attic. Basement. Every closet. The girls were there. He'd always find them. They couldn't leave. Why would they? He took good care of them. Besides, he was a good fuck, if he said so himself.
He took his time. Choosing five girls from the lot was a difficult task. His tastes changed all the time, sometimes