21 September 2020

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Checking out the new school

Elena here, with Nick. I admit, I kind of liked typing that sentence. We're heading over to the new medical school, which is near the hospital in what used to be open land. Now it has an entire medical school sitting on it.

Moms. They're super helpful. It's a long walk, about 3 kilometers, but we are not in a hurry and it is a beautiful day. It is late morning and we're going to stop for an early lunch and then head in. We have a 1400 appointment to tour the facility. They might have brought a building. Now we have to build a program. Shit.

I brought in the big guns. Frida.

Damn straight. She's joining us for lunch. We stopped at my favorite place, Crabs 'n' Tings, and yes, it is spelled right. It is literally a food shack on the beach. With tables in the sand. And one waitress.

I freaking love it.

Frida was already there and jumped up. She got a pretty passionate kiss from me and then went in for the kiss from Nick. He's not stupid and understands our culture.

He's also one hell of a kisser. I knew he was holding up Frida as she vibrated through a pretty powerful orgasm. So does our waitress, Salle. She's also not stupid. She waited patiently in line for her kiss. So did the young girl from the next table, whose parents watched, grinning. They were smiling just as much when their son got in line.

Sorry, folks. He'll need a change of shorts.

Salle came back with a nice glass of white for me and asked for Frida and Nick's drink order. I loved that they just rolled with it. I only met Nick yesterday, but he fits right in.

Damn. I only met him yesterday and haven't been out of his presence yet. Last night was amazing.

So was waking up next to him this morning.

Wow. Oh. Wow.

I just got the sweetest smile from Nick. Frida caught it too and laughed.

"Finally," she said. Salle came back to all three of us laughing. She just waited us out and Frida responded.

"They just got engaged," said Frida, to Salle.

Nick and I looked at each other and his smile could light up the world. I suspect mine could too.

I have to laugh. All the important people in my life had flown in because they were worried about me and then they all watched me meet Nick.

I thought the sheer panties were a nice touch.

It wasn't the sheer panties

Yes, I enjoyed the sheer panties. Elena has a beautiful pussy. It is the whole package that I admire. I admit I stalked her a little once I saw her from the beach. I tried not to be obvious but the first time I saw Elena I thought, and think, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. What magnifies that is that she doesn't know it. She really doesn't. She's modest, and humble, and sweet, and sexy, and, well, the whole package. I'd read everything I could find that mentioned her, but given her success, it is pretty sparse. There were a few videos of her presenting in a medical school setting, usually something about buying it. Buying the school. Even in those videos, Elena never said "I". It was we. More often it was they.

I have never seen Elena take even a share of credit for anything she has done.

Damn, that's sexy. She is also one of the most observant people I have ever met. I'll give you a silly, but pleasurable example. Yesterday, you know, the day we met, we were standing beside a lounge. We were holding hands and I admit that was a lot of my focus, but on the lounge were Amy, Bob, and Pari.

At one point, Pari was sitting on Bob's legs. Bob was clearly ready, even eager. Pari ever so gently tickled his balls and his cock jumped.

It made Bob smile. It made Pari smile.

It made me moan.

This morning, Elena duplicated the entire move. Sat on my legs. Tickled my balls, which felt amazing, and then lifted up and dropped onto my cock.

You had to know that was the next thing that Pari did with Bob.

Elena also pointed out a few things she likes, which are burned into my brain. She asked a lot of questions about what I like too. She applied the answers to those questions. Repeatedly.

This morning we had a frank talk about Frida. It was an open, funny, crazy conversation about my interest in a threesome with Elena and Frida.

I admit I snorted. Which led to us laughing. Which led to us fucking. Hard. Very hard.

My life is better now. Right? Did I mention I moved in with Elena? I'm 12. My parents thought it was a great idea. Now we're engaged.

"Dionysus time," said Frida. I just gave her a quizzical look.

"That's what you're experiencing. Yesterday you met Elena, today you're going to see the new medical school that you're going to be running that wasn't here yesterday," said Frida. I started to say something, but she held up her hand.

"I cannot forget to mention that you're engaged to the aforementioned Elena, who you met yesterday," said Frida. "It happened to me. I shared an idea to buy the Medical School of Berlin and had bought and was running it the next day. But here's the thing, and it may be the most confusing of all. Once you start living in Dionysus time, you live in Dionysus time. It is your normal. Nothing I just said is daunting or surprising and it all feels right. As it should. You will simply burn it up running the medical school. You wouldn't have been chosen to do it if you were not the right candidate. That just doesn't happen. Ever. Maybe it will, but for now, it is ever." I started to speak again, and she held up her hand and raised her eyebrows.

That's when it hit me. Sure, all that sounded ludicrous, but it is all right. I am supposed to be engaged and running a medical school and I can do it. Do I need to mention I am 12 again?

"Just one piece of advice," said Elena. "Don't try to do it alone. That is not what happens. Frida, me, Morgan, Sophia, Bob, Amy, Leslie, name any name you want, and if they can help you they will, faster than you can imagine. Bob sensed I was sad from a one word text and was here in less than 15 minutes. The people at the house yesterday weren't on vacation, they were there because they felt I was sad from half-way around the world and that's normal."

"One last piece of advice. Fuck up often," said Frida, and then laughed. "Well, fuck often too, but what I meant is make mistakes. Small ones. Big ones. Be decisive and fail fast. If you never fail, you're not trying hard enough. Just don't fail the same way twice."

Elena snorted and Frida laughed.

"OK, try not to fail the same way twice very often," said Frida, who then threw a napkin at Elena and the three of us were all sitting there laughing, on the beach, in the sun, in the Bahamas.

Livin' the dream.

"Can we do the tour quickly?" asked Frida. "I'm really horny. Let's find some more cock and fuck until we can't."

I believe that just proved my point. Livin' the dream.

We finished lunch and headed out. I noticed that Elena left a simply enormous tip and asked her about it.

"We can, so we do," said Elena. So simple. "You can too. And you should."

Right now, we're on our way to tour a medical school that literally wasn't there yesterday. Or at least yesterday morning. It flew in yesterday afternoon and that actually makes sense. Back to lunch.

Should I start with the two kids having lunch at the next table? Clearly brother and sister. Maybe even twins. I'm guessing a little younger than me. The boy is about 5'0" and wearing a speedo. Only a speedo. I think I know why Elena likes the shack on the beach. Which made Elena laugh. Not the kids that got in line. They finished lunch and left. The new family that took the table.

Back to the boy. He's super thin, but with some definition. He saw me looking and smiled.

As his cock got hard. In the speedo. Mostly.

He has a gorgeous 6-inch (15 cm) thin cock. I can tell.

His sister is a little shorter, I think, but they're sitting down. She's in a speedo one-piece. High cut on the legs. Low cut at the top and right at the cusp of nipple bumps and puffies. Has anyone, in this entire journal, really explained the difference? It's pretty simple. Nipple bumps are just that. Tiny little girl nipples on small buds of not quite breasts. It just pushes out your suit.

Nicely.

Puffies are similar, in that there is just a breast bud, but instead of a little girl nipple, you have incredible puffy nipples. You know what I mean. They stand out, a lot, when they're erect. Now you're imagining Pari, or maybe Chris. Simply perfect puffies.

I appear to be enthralled with puffies because the girl is right between the two stages. More than a little girl nipple. Not quite a full blown puffy.

As a future medical professional, I feel like I should investigate the situation further. Which is when the girl laughed. She got up and walked over and sat on my lap facing me. Elena laughed. Then the girl shrugged the top of her swimsuit off her shoulders and dropped it to her waist.

Then she put my hands on her breasts. Shit. I could get in trouble. I looked at Elena and she held up her glass of wine.

How does Elena have a glass of wine at a crab shack?

Oh.

"Maybe you'd like to invite us over and we could explore further," said the boy, who had walked over. His sister reached over and adjusted his suit, tucking his hard cock back inside. Then she turned back to me.

"I can reverse that move for you," she said. It took me a second, but Elena and Frida moaned just a little before I did.

"We're on our way to tour the new medical school," I said. "Perhaps around 1700? Meet us here?"

"Medical school!" shouted the girl, still on my lap. This girl has a set of lungs behind those almost puffies.

Then she got up and danced around. With her little breasts bouncing. Still with the top around her waist. Then her brother took her hands and they danced around for a bit. It was fun to watch, so we all just waited them out. They finally walked back, holding hands.

"Which school had you planned on attending?" asked Frida.

"Harvard, mostly," said the girl. "But come on. A new Dionysus medical school in the Bahamas?"

Elena didn't answer. She got up and started walking away. Elena is in a bikini. I don't know why she is in a bikini to do a medical school tour, but it is closer to a thong, and I did the only thing I could do. I followed her cute little ass.

Elena was getting farther away. We all ran to almost catch up. Almost.

Come on. A cute little ass. Their parents didn't even follow us. They just waved as we walked away.

I guess I never questioned that fact that Frida is in cute bikini bottoms. Did I fail to mention Frida's amazing nipple bumps?

Frida is only wearing cute little bikini bottoms. Says the guy in board shorts and only board shorts.

"I'm Anabel and he's Fisher," said Anabel, who was walking beside me. I admit, I didn't mind looking at her to respond. We found out Anabel is 11 and Fisher is 10.

"Nick, Frida, and Elena," I said, pointing at them. Anabel and Fisher both laughed.

"Um, dude, they're pretty famous," said Fisher.

"So, do you enjoy the Chicago school?" asked Frida. They both laughed.

"What gave the specific school away," asked Anabel.

"I looked you up," said Frida. Frida had not looked anything up. Frida is not carrying anything. Not even a phone. Where exactly would she put it?

"She looked us up before she got here," said Anabel. "She knew we'd be here."

I am learning to just roll right through my confusion. We walked in the main entrance and there were two people waiting. I have no idea why they were wearing matching bikini bottoms, particularly given his didn't contain him very well. He is also hard and peeking out. I think the young woman caught me staring, because she reached over and stroked his cock a few times.

Then Diane introduced me to her brother, Cepos.

Medical school is going to be fun. It turns out they'll be staying for a few weeks to make sure everything was OK.

"You'll stay with us," said Elena in a voice that ensured they would.

"I'm sure we have a guest room, right?" I said, with a smile. For some reason everyone except me laughed.

"She didn't invite them to stay in your guest room," said Fisher. "She invited them to stay with you. The four of you. In the same bed. For two weeks."

"That seems to be a much better choice," I said.

"Yes, it does," said Cepos, who gave me a killer smile.

My life is interesting. The seven of us walked around the facility and it is freaking amazing. State of the art in every way. The tour ended in the gym complex that is apparently also a community center. It ended, more specifically, in the wrestling room.

I am going to love school.

Oh, no more bikini bottoms. No more anything. Anabel pushed me on to my back.

"Anybody have any limits?" shouted Anabel.

The resounding "No! Jinx!" were pretty loud. Hey, the answer was predicable. Anabel is now bouncing on my cock. Elena is bouncing on Cepos' cock. Diane is getting DP from Fisher and Frida. Frida is in the back and that dildo is big. Everyone is kissing. A lot. Jinx, you know.

I didn't last and Anabel didn't stop. I came, hard, and she just kept squeezing my cock and I got hard again inside her.

That's when she hopped off.

"Hey," I said. She pulled Elena over and helped her settle onto my cock.

"OK," I said. "Good plan."

Then Anabel sat on my face. I am honestly not quite sure what happened at that point, since she never moved. I think she was directing people what to do, but without talking. I lasted but not that long and filled up Elena.

Then I fucked two pussies and an ass. No clue who. I described the group. Pretty sure I don't care. We finally stumbled into the showers. We came out of the showers, an hour or so later, and there were clothes hanging there for us. Very nice clothes. All of which fit.

I have no explanation.

"One last stop," said Diane. "Your office suite." She took us up the elevator to the top floor and towards the end of the hall that would have one hell of a view of the water. No, that's not quite right. It appears this entire floor is my office suite. There's a big office, with a great view. A conference room. A large dining room and commercial kitchen.

And a nice bedroom. With an even nicer bathroom.

"What's up with the bedroom?" asked Anabel. I will observe that everyone carefully folded their clothes.

I had recovered a bit. So had Cepos and Fisher.

Now we are used up again.

I am not sure I will survive. We're lying back in the bed. All seven of us. Still sticky.

"You know, this cock ratio isn't working for me," said Anabel. Her eyes lit up and she went and opened a small closet door and went inside.

She came back out with the double-ended dildo already inserted. Frida, Diane, and Elena laughed and ran into the closet too. Fisher, Cepos, and I are now lying on the bed facing four gorgeous young women, who now sport artificial cocks. What could we do?

We could roll up onto our knees, of course. Frida fucked me and Anabel fucked Fisher. Elena fucked Cepos. Then they switched. They all got a turn with each of us.

Yay.

Then Elena showed me a level of sexual athleticism I had not before observed, let alone experienced.

We were finally lying back in the bed again. I have nothing more in me.

Elena dragged me into the shower and proceeded to wash me, finishing with shampooing my hair, which was amazing, so I did the same for her.

I have never been more in love. OK, I'm 12 but it was romantic, dammit.

We walked out of the bedroom, finally, into the office itself.

"This is a nice office, Elena," said Anabel.

"Not mine," said Elena.

"Or mine," said Frida.

I guess it was a little cocky, but I went and sat at the desk. Wearing my new suit. Anabel followed me over and sat on my lap facing me. Anabel is wearing a sundress. Anabel is not wearing panties. Anabel's dress rode up.

Elena walked over and pulled Anabel's dress down.

"Save it," she growled.

"So, do you need a Chief of Staff?" asked Anabel. I looked over her shoulder and both Frida and Elena nodded. Elena gave me a big smile.

"Not anymore," I said. It took her a moment, but she just beamed.

"What about me? What's my fancy new job?" asked Fisher, laughing.

"You're going to run the Medical School," said Frida. "Reporting to Nick."

"Huh?" I said. Aren't I the profound one? "I thought that was my job."

"No," said Frida, Elena, and Anabel, all at once. Anabel got it out first.

We took a break while the three of them kissed. Anabel was still on my lap, so I got a closeup view. And a pretty passionate kiss from all three of them.

Then Cepos and Fisher kissed me. I like it here.

"So, what do I do, Anabel?" I asked, given she is still right in front of me. Anabel looked at Elena, who nodded.

"You run the entire medical system, including the hospital systems," said Anabel. Then she got a quizzical look and looked at Elena again, who just smiled.

"And the University of the Bahamas," she added. She turned again.

"The schools?" asked Anabel and Elena nodded again.

"And the Bahamian school system," said Anabel.

"OK," I said.

"That's your response?" asked Fisher. Anabel laughed.

"Says the new Dean of the Medical school," said Anabel. "He said OK because he knows, just like you and I know, that if we're asked to do it, we should accept, and we will succeed."

Well that makes sense. I think.

That's when Anabel unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock and sat down on it, still wearing the cute sundress.

It turns out we all had another change of clothes. I suspect this happens a lot.

That's when Frida showed me the closet room in my office suite. Which has really nice carpet.

And a third suit.

We had killed the entire afternoon, so it was time for dinner.

"So where are we going for dinner?" asked Anabel, looking incredible in her sundress. Well, she does.

I'm worn out. Yes, I'll narrate the rest of the weekend. Yes, weekend. Or someone will.

Soon.

My name is Caralyn

And I have been told to tell this story. No, that's too strong. Offered the opportunity to if I chose. No pressure. I've kind of learned that mantra recently, but the phrase that resonates for me is for you I have no boundaries.

I kind of say it a lot. But that is now. Let me back up to my origin story. Hey, this whole thing would make a marvelous movie series. Particularly all the sex.

I'm pretty sure it would be popular. It is to those of us that are living it now.

I have already gone off track.

So. My origin. I am a 9-year-old Hoosier. Do not ask me to explain what the term Hoosier means beyond the fact that it means I live in Indiana. In my case, for my entire life. My name is Caralyn and that is how my name is spelled. We're Hoosiers. It explains a lot.

I live in Anderson, Indiana and about the nicest thing I can say about it is that it is a bit of a shithole. That's me being polite. Now my granddad regales me with stories of Anderson back in the day. Booming economy. Lots of high paying jobs. Good benefits including pensions.

And then that wasn't true. Even the pensions disappeared. Oh, they went somewhere, just not to the workers. My dad watched the town die. By the time I became a little aware of the world, it was long past time for the funeral.

Now, I really like cars. Anderson used to be a car town. The plants here were massive and paid well. It wasn't where cars were built. It was where the parts were made. Then that all moved offshore, and Anderson died. There is no explanation for this abrupt change in direction of my post, but it leads me into the story. I draw them. I design them. Cars that is. I like some of the things I have done. I also am a bit of a Dionysus freak. Living vicariously, I suppose. I know everything you can about everyone, but my hero is Belen. She's really trying to invigorate the industry and ion power is game changing.

Which is why I am toying with an upgrade kit. It's not as good as a purpose built ion powered car. It just isn't. But it is cheap. The cost of the power supply and the retrofit kit and conversion could be pretty low, in volume. At least that's my belief since there isn't a ton of available cost information on ion power.

You see, my design is simple. You use an engine lift to remove the current engine. You drop my retrofit kit in its place. The number of engine to transmission connection variations is surprisingly small. The manufacturers share more suppliers than you think. The kit sits on an aluminum platform, with mount points that match the removed engine. We could even include new motor mounts. Hey, the engine is out. The beauty is that each platform can have multiple mount points. Ford, for example, requires one kit for any vehicle built since 1986. We don't even need the transmission, but it is there so we go through it. For an automatic transmission car, we connect to the TCU, the transmission control unit, and put the engine in the most efficient gear and leave it there. For a manual transmission, we have the driver put the car in the highest gear and leave it alone. We don't even need reverse. It has one big electric motor, which is really pretty small. There is so much torque that we overcome the need for gearing. We have to be careful, which is why the Ford Focus isn't going to suddenly be faster than a Mustang GT350. It's the same kit, just different software. We would melt the Focus transmission. The Mustang is sturdier.

The trucks are amazing. One of my favorites was my analysis of the big passenger van. The Ford Transit. If you have the towing package, we can push almost 900 ft-lbs. of torque. Over 800 horsepower. Don't even talk to me about the Chevy Corvette. Front or mid-engined is the same kit. We actually have to be careful of the tranny, but the thing could be brutal.

Look at me. "We could".

Right. Like my idea is going to happen. But do you know what I discovered? There is a link on the main page of the Dionysus website. A prominent link.

Have an idea? Let us know

Right above their pledge to the world environment.

So, I clicked it. It has a nice form that teases out enough information to elicit interest but doesn't ask you enough for them to do it without you. Does that make sense? I filled it out and clicked send and promptly forgot about it.

Until the next day, when I was called out of math class to go to the office. Now, I can be ornery, but I have never been called to the office in my life. This was devastating to me. I took the pass and headed to the office wracking my brain to figure out that I had done. I walked into the office and almost peed myself.

Standing in the office was Belen, and standing with her was Safie, Mariell's sister. Hell yes, I know who they all are. Safie is one of my heroes too. Her designs are amazing. I'm 9. Belen is 11 and Safie is 10. If they can do it, I can too.

Right?

Hell, they're here. I can't imagine why. Crazy. Safie came right up to me and stuck out her hand. She introduced herself and then Belen did. I think I was struck mute but finally recovered.

"The principal has been nice enough to loan us a conference room. Your idea was routed to us both and we want to hear more," said Belen. I'm sure I looked surprised because they laughed.

"We don't get them all. Just the ones the screening team feels like we should jump on," said Safie.

"My idea," I croaked. "They thought they should send you my idea?" I could barely freaking speak. They laughed again.

"Listen," said Belen. "We're no different than you. The first time I met anyone from the kingdom I couldn't even open my mouth. Then I met Bob and Amy. I might have peed a little bit. It's terrifying, but it doesn't need to be. Your idea is truly cool and could have the single biggest impact on global climate change of any project on which we are working. It's huge if you can make it work."

"Make it work?" I said. "I just had the idea. I don't know how to make it work." They laughed, a lot.

"You didn't read the first line of the legal text, did you? Nobody does," asked Belen. "It's the heart of the Dionysus philosophy. It's why I have this job. It's not like I was qualified. I worked part-time in a freaking car museum."

"Really?" I asked, calming a bit. "But what are you talking about?"

"We fund it. You own and run it," said Safie. "All of it. You hire the team. You find the plants. You staff it. You build it. You offer it in the market. Now we don't mean alone. Surround yourself with talent. Do it here in Anderson if you want or anywhere else you choose. The entire industrial Midwest could use revitalization."

How Safie knew that I don't know, but I was still lost.

"Listen, my bet is you're from an auto family. Maybe your dad was one of the last laid off. Even a granddad that worked the line or maybe was management or design," said Belen. "Start with them. Have them assemble a team. Nothing we like better than hiring extremely experienced people, particularly where the job left them, they didn't leave the job."

"What did your dad do?" asked Safie. That really could have come across as presumptuous, but I quickly realized.

They already knew the answers. I admit I laughed.

"Do I really have to tell you, given I'm confident you know exactly what my family members did?" I said. They both laughed.

"Busted," said Belen. "But you've got your first team right there. Your granddad led a design team that specifically took concepts to production. Your dad led a production team and spent time leading the area real estate team. Put your granddad in charge of design and your dad in charge of production, both reporting to you. Let your dad find empty area plants and rebuild them. You'll revitalize the construction industry too. Once this starts going, you won't be able to keep up with production. You'll need to build and staff plants. In Indiana alone, you have pockets of talent in Anderson, Kokomo, Terre Haute, and others. Everywhere around Detroit. Your dad will know better than we do. Our quick analysis, which you'll need to verify, says this could generate over 200,000 area jobs in the first year. Everything from overnight cleaning crew to leadership. Our strong suggestion is to screw any norms of hiring. Experience doesn't mean shit. Find the people with the same passion I see in your eyes and Safie's. Oh, and start a school. One in every town in which you open a plant. We'll get Shelby and Morgon involved. Maybe just buy the school systems. How about this. A lot of us are going to a Pacer game tonight if you want to come. We have room and you'll meet a lot of people that could have helpful ideas."

That was a lot to process. Hiring my family. Then hire a couple hundred thousand people. Go to the Pacer game.

I'll start small.

"I would love to go to the Pacer game. I am a huge fan," I said, in a surprisingly strong voice. Hey, maybe I'm calming down.

"Yeah," said Safie. "So are your brother, father, and grandfather. They're invited too," said Belen. Well, hot damn. They were going to like that a lot.

"Talk to Morgon at the game. She'll get you some good season tickets," said Belen. "Get a whole section if you want and give them out to your team as you build it. What a great opportunity for team bonding."

"A whole section? Like hundreds of people?" I said. They both laughed.

"Sure," said Safie. "You didn't know this, but when you clicked send, your life changed forever. Let's walk back through a couple things Belen and I said. You're in charge. You will have 200,000 employees. You will own, personally, 80% of the venture. You'll live in a pretty damn nice house, drive cars you've never dreamed of, and have your own space plane, which someone will teach you to fly. You'll never want for anything in your life. You want another house in the Azores? No problem. Buy it, toss it into the reservations app, and you'll meet a ton of fun people."

She stopped and looked thoughtful for a minute.

"We'll talk about this at the game but are you comfortable with the other aspects of our lifestyle?" asked Safie, quietly. "It's not exactly a secret anymore." I leaned in close.

"Is there someplace that I can show you both my oral skills? My brother has several other skills you would both enjoy too," I said. "I know I do."

They both leaned in close.

"You have to stop that. No playing with your brother and certainly no more play with your dad and granddad until we get you in your new house and declare it a consulate. You're in Indiana. You absolutely can't risk it," said Belen.

"You think I play with my own dad and granddad?" I asked. They both laughed quietly.

"We've seen their pictures. If you're not, then you're clearly missing out," said Safie. "God knows I'm hitting on them tonight."

"Tonight? At the game?" I asked.

"Our suite is consulate property," said Safie. "I'll take you up on your skills and your brother's."

All three of us moaned. Softly.

"Before you do anything else, let's fix education. Buy the local school district," said Belen. Buy the school district.

"You'll meet Morgon and Shelby at the game. Maybe Pari too. She comes a lot," said Safie. For some reason they both laughed at her last sentence.

Oh.

I've seen Pari on TV. Hell, I'd do her. I'd do them all. King Bob and Queen Amy and their entire family in one gangbang. The extended family. All of them.

For some reason, Belen and Safie, burst out laughing.

"It would be one hell of a weekend," said Safie. "Oh wait, that was last weekend."

How? You know, I'm not going to try to figure any of this out. We heard the final bell ring and they both looked at their watches. Those are freaking cool watches. Belen pulled her phone out of her pocket too. It was really small and thin. Then she started unfolding it. She kept unfolding until it was a freaking tablet that couldn't have been much thicker than a piece of cardboard. I could see how vivid the display was from here.

"OK, school is out, and it isn't time for dinner. Your family already knows we will pick them up at 5 so we can go to dinner first. We have a room at St. Elmo's," said Belen.

"St. Elmo's? We can't afford St. Elmo's," I said. For some reason, Belen looked at my ears. From one to the other.

My ears.

"Your ears are pierced, right?" she asked. Huh?

"Yes," I said.

"What about your nipples. That's even more handy," said Safie. Then she pushed her t-shirt against her chest, and I could see the outline of nipple piercings. Wow.

"No, just the ears," I said, still staring. She caught me looking and laughed. She leaned in close again.

"I'll show them to you later. I love it when people suck on them," said Safie. Safie is 10. I like Safie. I will be sucking on Safie's nipples.

For some reason she just moaned a little.

Oh hell, let's be honest. I was getting them both off.

Hard. Wait, what just happened? I think they both just had a little orgasm. For real. Right here in the conference room.

"Shit," said Belen. "Don't do that without warning us."

"Do what?" I said. "What the hell are you talking about?" They looked at each other and laughed.

"She's strong," said Safie.

"Really strong," replied Belen. They turned and smiled at me. Suddenly I was just overwhelmed with an orgasm. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

I think I drew blood.

"You have much to learn, grasshopper," said Safie and for some reason they both laughed again.

"So, do you want any of the men to move in with you?" asked Belen. "Or is this just your place?" I looked and she had Zillow on the screen and waved me to sit next to her. She looked to make sure the door was closed and then leaned in for a surprisingly passionate kiss. With tongue.

"Before we go past that, we need to talk," she smiled.

Past that, oh God, yes.

"OK, nothing really very exciting here in Anderson. You might want to move closer to Indianapolis and commute, but I know this is your home. The other option is to pick up some acreage and build something. I'll get you setup with our real estate group. For now, do you know anything about this part of town?" She turned the tablet to show me a house right in Anderson. A beautifully restored older house. Simply stunning. Not that far from us actually.

I'm sure it confused her when I burst into tears. They both looked very concerned. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry. When I was really little, that was my grandparent's home. My grandmother was born and died in that home. Grandpa lost the house when Grandma's medical bills took all his money and the plant died too. She was only in her thirties when she died. All that restoration, he did himself," I said. Yeah, OK, crying a bit. Once I calmed down, I saw Safie set down her phone and nod to Belen.

They couldn't mean that. They can't mean that. Did they mean that?

"Listen," said Belen. "You'll figure it out, but this isn't your house. It's your grandfather's. Safie just bought it and put it back in his name. You should go tell him. It's empty, so you can walk through it. Heck, if you bring a sleeping bag or a mattress, you can sleep in it tonight. You build something. Let your grandpa enjoy this."

What the absolute fuck.

"Why would you do this for us?" I asked.

"We didn't do anything," said Safie. "You did. You brought a world-class idea to us. You get benefit from that, as you should. Let's talk jewelry."

Jewelry? Why the fuck are we talking about jewelry. Then Safie pulled her shirt tight, showing off her nipple rings again.

Just as the principal walked in. She was mesmerized with Safie's nipples. Safie held it just a little too long and suppressed a laugh.

I think the principal might be a player. She's also freaking gorgeous. I was curious at this point. I waved her to lean down so I could ask her something. I leaned forward. My t-shirt is pretty loose, so I was giving her a down blouse shot. Nothing to see, literally nothing but my nipples, although I do like my nipple bumps. She caught sight of them and just stopped and stared.

Oh goody. I whispered in her ear.

"Enjoy the view. It won't be long before you can safely strip me naked and lick them," I whispered. She stood back up like somebody stuck a cattle prod in her ass. She was really flustered. Then she recovered.

And gave me a smile. Or a smirk. A little bit of both. I have to admit, her nipples, now hard, were pretty damned impressive.

"Oh," said Belen. "Your timing is perfect." She saw, and chose to ignore, our little exchange.

"We'd like to meet with the superintendent of schools. Do you know how we could arrange that?" asked Belen. The efficient principal took over.

"I'd be happy to do an introduction and could arrange a meeting. She would welcome the opportunity to meet with you. I can discuss it with her this evening," said the principal.

Suddenly, in my head, I heard my principal thinking. I can't even explain it.

"Right after we share Jorgan's cock," she thought. Really. Jorgan is our athletic director. He's 23 years old. He is also a stud. I looked her right in the eye.

"Well, it's always nice to share," I said, smiling brightly. The look I got back wasn't surprise or confusion.

It was lust. For me.

My life truly has changed.

"We've got to pop," said Safie. "Caralyn is coming with us." No one seemed to mind that I was leaving with strangers. I guess they were young girl strangers.

Whose pussies I was going to lick.

The principal moaned again and stepped out.

Safie dug through her purse and pulled out a jewelry box and handed it to me. I opened it and there were the most exquisite fake diamond earrings.

"Just put them on," said Safie. "I'll explain later."

Damn, they're amazing for fakes. Certainly not plastic. Glass?

"These are amazing. Are they glass?" I asked. They both laughed and took an arm and led me out. We headed out the front of the school with them still laughing.

"Not glass," said Safie. "Would you truly expect the kingdom to have glass earrings?"

Huh? Oh hell no. I just looked at them again and they laughed. I love that they laugh a lot.

"These have to be at least a carat a piece," I said. Belen smiled at me.

"About a carat and a half," she said, smiling. I don't know diamonds at all, but that had to be a few thousand.

"About 30 thousand," said Safie. "Get used to it. What's your dream car? I know you love cars. What's the one you want?"

"A Lamborghini Miura. Converted to ion power," I said. Now that's just ridiculous and I knew it. As we were walking to the parking lot, the sky darkened, and a freaking plane landed in the parking lot. It dropped a ramp and a car backed off.

Oh hell no. It didn't even have anyone in it.

"It's even orange," I moaned. Yes, it is fucking sexy.

"You two head to the house," said Belen. "I'll go get the boys. Mary Lou let them know I was coming. They're all meeting me at your current place."

Well, sure. Mary Lou arranged it all. Whoever the fuck Mary Lou is. I think I am in a daze. I walked to the car and Safie pointed me to the driver's side.

"I can't drive," I said. "I'm 9." She laughed.

"Well you can this one time. We'll send you through driver's ed. This is also a terribly impractical car, so we'll pick up a few more for you," said Safie.

Well, sure. A few more.

This is weird. We got in the car and put on our seat belts. Safie pressed a button on the dash and spoke the address.

The fucking car floated into the air and we took off. Flying. In a Lamborghini Miura. A flying one. Just as we approached the house, a large SUV floated from the other direction. The big Mercedes GLS. No wait, that's the new Mercedes Maybach GLS.

Then again, Belen can have pretty much anything she wants.

"So can you, Caralyn, so can you," said Safie, softly. We both landed in the driveway and the guys piled out, just babbling. They all knew who Belen was and were just as excited about Safie. Actually, all three were excited. Safie laughed.

"Thank God this is already a consulate," said Safie. She grabbed my grandpa's hand and Belen grabbed my brother's. My dad took mine and we headed into the house. I didn't remember the inside. My grandpa was crying.

"You know, we like to christen a house, even if it used to be your house," said Safie, from behind us. We turned around.

Safie is naked. Oh yes naked.

We all moaned.

"So, let's get this started. Chace in the front, Walker in the back, Rocco in my mouth. Let's get that first one taken care of and then we can swap around," said Safie. 10-year-old Safie. Gloriously naked Safie.

And then we were all naked. We walked around and found the basement playroom had a couch in it. Safie pushed Walker back onto the couch. Walker is my dad. She positioned Rocco on his knees on the couch. Then she turned around and sank onto Walker's cock. His long thick cock. In her ass. She waved Chace over and pulled him between their legs and he slid right in. Chace is my granddad and has an equally nice cock. Ask me how I know.

She turned and took Rocco's cock in her mouth. Rocco is my 12-year-old brother. She licked him and sucked him a bit and then offered his cock to Dad.

Who eagerly deep throated him. What the fuck? He sucked for a bit and then pulled off and offered Rocco's cock to Chace. My grandpa.

Who appears equally as adept at deep throating.

"Why the fuck have you never done this with me before?" I asked.

"We thought it might freak you out," said Rocco.

"Fuck that!" I said. "It is hot as hell. Rocco, get over here." I bent over the couch. Oh yes I did. Rocco slid right in where he belonged. I looked over and they had rearranged and now Chace is fucking Belen. Safie is cleaning off dad and turned and bent over like me.

All in a line. All furiously pumping.

They all came at once. Safie jumped up and pulled on her panties.

"Squish squish," she said. "Somebody fun at the game will lick it out."

Oh hell, I'm down with that. Belen clearly was too.

We headed outside and flew to Indianapolis in Belen's SUV.

We flew

to Indianapolis

in her SUV.

We dropped in front of St. Elmo's and got out. The SUV flew away. Empty.

"Girls, I'm sorry, but we can't afford this," said Chace. Even I laughed.

"Grandpa, we weren't just in that house to visit. It's your house now," I said. "We can afford this. You and dad have new jobs if you want them. We can talk at dinner."

Except we didn't talk at dinner. We were led into a large private room.

Holy mother of God. Look at this group. I'd do every one of them. Tonight. I see King Bob and Queen Amy. Princesses Leslie and Morgan. With Princess Sophia. There's Orlando and Grace. I see Pari, with two young women I don't know. Probably Shelby and Morgon. There's Gabe and Luca, with Carlina and Tegan. Carlina and Tegan look like they're bickering, but they're laughing. We all stood around and chatted and I got to know everyone while enjoying what I am told is an outstanding wine.

Then Belen whispered what a bottle cost. I almost dropped my glass, which would have been the wrong thing to do. They explained that they owned a number of restaurants that were owned by the kingdom and considered consulates which allowed those with diplomatic passports to have a beer or a glass of wine.

Oh shit. I tried to hand Belen my glass before I got caught and she laughed.

"That's not the proper response. This is where you exclaim what do you mean I have a diplomatic passport and I laugh and assure you that you do," said Belen.

"I don't get it. Why are you doing all this for me?" I asked. Belen laughed and so did Safie.

"Honey," said Belen. "You ain't seen nothin' yet. I'm sure it will happen someday, but so far, no one has screwed up in a major way. Maybe you're the magical first, but we don't think so. Your idea is brilliant. Why wouldn't we do these things for you? You're going to change the world. In fact, we should introduce to you Greta. You'd like each other."

Greta? The Greta. She's my hero. Damn straight I'd like to meet her.

"OK," said Belen. "I'll arrange it." Well, sure. Belen will arrange it.

"You know snark comes through loud and clear," said Belen. Then she laughed. These people laugh a lot. Hey, I laugh a lot now. There hasn't always been laughter. I freaking love it. Dinner was fairly quick because we had a game to get to. We all headed out and walked over to the game.

"Aren't we going to be really early?" I asked Morgon.

"Nope. We'll be lucky to make tipoff," said Morgon. "You'll see."

Everybody along the way was saying hi and waving or asking for a selfie. These people are amazing. They were thoughtful and kind and jumped right into the picture. We finally made it to the arena. A two-block walk had taken 90 minutes. They just wouldn't go on if it left someone disappointed. Are these people even human? Somehow that got a giggle out of Queen Amy. She stopped suddenly and turned around.

"It's just Amy," she said, sternly. "Don't make me punish you."

"No problem, Queen Amy, no problem at all. I'll be sure not to call you Queen Amy. OK, Queen Amy?" I said. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"When you come to visit, I'll teach you new things. You'll do what I tell you," said Amy. Oh God, yes I will.

We were barely in the suite when I looked over at Tegan and Carlina.

And Tegan just kissed Carlina. With a lot of tongue. Oh, how nice. Carlina just slipped two fingers in the side of Tegan's little romper.

Those fingers are now buried in her. And they're still kissing. Now Luca and Gabe are kissing.

No, not anymore. Luca is now blowing Gabe, right here in the suite. Rocco walked over and dropped to his knees. He is now sharing Gabe's cock with Luca. Well, we do like to share. Carlina looked up and waved me over.

And duplicated the moves she did with Tegan. With me. Including the fingers.

I think I like these people. I think I lost consciousness briefly and when I came to, the king and queen were smiling at me.

"Hi," said the Queen. "Oh, stop that. We're just Bob and Amy. We know you're Caralyn. Welcome to the family." Did she forget our earlier conversation? The smirk I just got said she did not. What did she say again?

Say what? The family.

Bob leaned in close.

"We're a really close family," he said.

So, I kissed him. On the lips. Slipped him some tongue. Even stroked his cock a bit.

Which somehow led to me being on my back on a couch, being just pounded by Bob, with Amy sitting on my face.

I like this family a lot.

Oh, and he cleaned me out. Amy helped. His load and the load I came in with.

"That's a nice tang," said Bob, looking up, with juices all over his face. "I recognize mine. Who is the other one? I only taste one more."

"My brother, Rocco," I said. Bob smiled. And he only tastes one more.

"I like a fun family," he said. Just then Leslie laid down next to me and turned and started kissing me. She needed Bob to clean her out too.

He kissed some of it to me and some to Leslie. She kissed it back to me.

Oh boy.

We did actually watch the game. And fuck. I loved the fourth quarter. It was a close game. A number of women and girls lined up at the window, bent over the padded rail. OK, not entirely true. Rocco and Chace were bent over too. I learned new things about my family tonight. The men all lined up and fucked us, hard, watching the game over our shoulder. OK, not just men. Cocks. Can I just go with cocks? Luca, Gabe, Amai, Orlando, Bob (twice), Tom, Blake, Gina, Kevin, and Luke. Those were the names I remember.

Not all of them. Just the ones whose name I remember.

The four youngest were on cleanup duty. Let me tell you, little Jessica. Oh, wait. I'm not supposed to talk about them.

Just know it was freaking amazing. The Pacers won, barely, and then we all flew out to Morgon's house. Morgon's freaking house, on the reservoir. Her mansion. Morgon is 8.

I'm not in Indiana anymore. Well, yes, I am in Indiana, but you understand what I mean.

Finally, I was just out. Tegan and Carlina took me back to a bedroom and put me to bed and I let them do it. I was asleep in moments. I didn't realize that they'd climbed in too until morning.

Then they both taught me some wonderful new things. Have you heard of something called a double-ended dildo?

I have now.

They even took me into the bathroom and bathed me. Literally. Scrubbed me from top to bottom. Then they shampooed my hair. It might be the single most erotic thing that has even been done to me in my life. My hair. Sensual.

Finally, we dried each other off, which was fun too. They took me into the closet, except it was freaking huge. They took me over and helped me choose a woman's suit. In my size. That Morgon has in her guest closet. With choices of suits. In my size. I am 9.

The panties are a little bit of heaven against my body. I was in a simple white t-shirt, with a cute dark blue skirt and jacket. They braided my hair in a single French braid. Then they topped it off with just a touch of makeup. Really subtle.

I've never worn makeup. I think I looked at least 13. OK, maybe 12. The lack of tits hurts. Somehow that made Carlina laugh.

"Chris is all grown up," said Carlina. Chris. Oh! Chris. Yeah, just puffies. I'd love to play with those. This time Tegan and Carlina laughed together.

"I'm sure we can arrange that," said Carlina. I am confident that I moaned. Not for the first time this morning. We finally walked out into the kitchen. Me in my nice suit.

Carlina and Tegan were naked. Everyone except Pari was naked. I wish Pari was naked. I saw Pari naked last night.

>From my perspective of a nice 69. While Horacio fucked me. Horacio is fun. You know that. I don't think I mentioned Horacio. Some of the names are coming back. Jameis. Oh my God. I didn't think it would fit.

It fit. With Maite's help. Don't get me started on Maite. Oh, wait, do get me started on Maite. I dream of being Maite. Those tits!

Sorry.

We had a nice breakfast, with a lot of bacon. I'm not sure I've ever seen that much bacon. People wandered in and out. A few had panties on, or a t-shirt. Most were starkers. Naked. As the day they were born. Including Queen Amy. Sorry, Amy.

Her breasts are simply spectacular. She just smiled at me.

And shook them at me, laughing. I'm good with that. The fact that they all seem to be able to read my mind is, well, odd, and yet it doesn't really bother me that much.

Finally, Pari announced that it was time to go. We walked outside, and into a single door into the garage. Holy shit. This is a dream car garage. I ran from one to the next. I stopped at my other dream car.

A Pantera. In matte black. With the widest rear wheels I've ever seen. Pari walked around and got in the passenger seat. Why not. I got into the driver's seat.

"Anderson school district offices, please," she said. The car lifted up and backed itself out, just a few inches off the ground. Then we flew up into the air and headed towards downtown Anderson, such as it is. We landed in the parking lot.

"We're early on purpose," said Pari, handing me a manila folder. "Study this and commit it to memory." It was pretty thick, but I skimmed it quickly and then realized that I knew everything I needed to know. I'm not completely sure how. Pari even had me leave the folder in the car. Our meeting ended up being with the superintendent and the mayor. They were freaking eager to meet us. I expected Pari to lead and looked over at her. She just smiled and pointed at me.

OK. Let's roll with it.

"We're so hopeful you have a proposal for us," said the superintendent, to Pari.

"Thank you," she said. "But I'm merely here in an advisory capacity. Caralyn is our local leader and is the executive in charge of a project that will revitalize the Anderson economy. I'll let her explain."

"Just the basics. No details about the project or quotes of hiring numbers. Subtle. Use more detail only if you need to," said Pari, but in my head. That's pretty fucking handy. Somehow that thought got me a smile.

Oh, got it. I think it, she hears it. That is so freaking cool. I realized both of the adults were just waiting to hear from me. Do they realize I am in the fourth grade in one of their schools? Maybe my schools. Aw shit, this is getting even more weird. Or is it weirder. I'm in the fourth grade. I haven't learned that yet! I took a breath and dove right in.

"Yes, the kingdom is beginning a new initiative that I will be leading. We anticipate significant hiring. We would like to make you an offer to purchase and revitalize your entire school system. We would expect to rebuild every school and would be adding schools as we staff up. Our pay scales are significantly higher, and we offer many other benefits too," I said. They were both excited. The mayor was, well, visibly excited. He liked the idea. The superintendent was just as excited, but in her case it was her nipples that gave her away. I realized they were both staring at my chest. I looked down quickly and realized my shirt was more sheer than I thought and that my nipples were rock hard. I glanced over at Pari.

Hers too.

"Would the schools be operated under the kingdom rules? Would the existing staff retain their roles?" asked the mayor. He was pretty openly leering at us both and I was surprised I didn't really mind. Maybe because I was imagining his cock if it wasn't confined to those pants. Moving on. There is a wet spot now, though. He's putting out a lot of precum. Maybe TMI.

"Excellent questions. All staff would be offered a new role, but the roles may be redefined. The system will be under our rules, and while no team member is required to participate, far from it, we would expect they would be comfortable with it occurring around them. For those that are not comfortable, we will be offering them generous settlements, and assistance in finding a new role, including covering any relocation costs if they prefer. We find that we lose very few people," I said. I haven't a clue how I know almost any of that, but I do.

"Do you have an initial purchase price in mind and any idea of the total planned investment?" asked the mayor.

"Yes," I said. That had all been in the briefing deck. I named a purchase figure and then an investment figure that was off-the-charts huge. Then I shared the salary scales.

"Too bad that doesn't apply to the mayor," he said. Damn, he must be hurting. His cock is rock hard.

"Actually," jumped in Pari. "We are open to taking responsibility for the city resources, including the mayor. Not that we would elect them, but that we would use our infrastructure and salary scales and subsidize community spending. We find it is an outstanding investment in communities that we are revitalizing. Again, we have zero influence on staffing elected positions and only assist in hiring staff members for the permanent positions, under the approval of those elected. It's a heck of a program."

"How many jobs do you anticipate in the Anderson area?" asked the mayor.

"It is too early to accurately predict," I said. "It will be more constrained by available workers than open positions. Our initial hiring goal of 30,000 will likely require recruiting in surrounding areas, although we would expect some influx into the community. That's another area where we can help. We will rebuild and expand your hospitals, clinics, community centers, and more. We'll also take them off the grid. Over time, we will take all of Anderson off the grid, which would make it a carbon negative manufacturing community. We do this as good partners to the local community and entirely at our cost, both for the initial investment and for the on-going costs. All at our pay scales, of course." Seriously. I don't quite know how I know all this stuff. Happy that I do. It's some cool shit too. How the fuck did I get hooked up with these folks?

That freaking send button. I'm pretty sure it sent my down a different timeline.

"How should we proceed?" asked the mayor. Pari handed them two file folders and handed me a matching set.

"Sorry, ran out of time," thought Pari. Oh, I'm good.

"We researched the town charter. You'll find the first folder has an amendment to the town constitution. It outlines the acquisition of the school system. The second is for town services. We suggest you do them in two separate election cycles. Once there is a comfort with the schools, then the next step is available. No pressure, just an offer. I should mention that taking Anderson off the grid is not dependent on either amendment. We're here and we're growing and we're going to be good partners. Even if you keep the schools, we will invest in them. That's what we do."

"No pressure," I added, which seemed to close the meeting. The mayor said he would take it to the full council and recommend an election.

Did you know a small town can hold an entire election, start to finish, in 48 hours? Do you know what blew our minds? OK, Pari and I blew a few other things too, but you get my point.

The town opened up the elections to any resident age 7 or above. OK, maybe the second line made a difference.

School taxes for those in the district will be eliminated

Do you think that would help? Not as much as the first sentence.

All schools will be operated by the rules of the Kingdom of Dionysus and will be consider Dionysus soil.

Maybe it was the third sentence.

All area residents will be welcome at the community centers associated with the schools.

So, it's free. It's Dionysus. Everybody can come fuck. Or cum fuck.

Including those 7-year-olds. Within limits. I am within the limits.

"Me too", thought Pari.

Pari tells me I should pass the pen now. I'll pass it to Chace. Grandpa.

Heavy emphasis on the grand

Caralyn loves to dig the knife. I'm her Grandpa. Old Grandpa. You see, Walker was born when I was fifteen years old. Suddenly I was a single father. Yep, the mom and her family skipped town, leaving Walker with me. Do you know what? I was thrilled but it also sucked, let me tell you. I worked hard and saved money and tried to raise Walker right. I scraped together tuition for the University of Indianapolis and got my mechanical engineering degree, while raising Walker. I raised him well and he finished high school at 17 and went straight into the university.

I helped him with Rocco and then Caralyn. We don't do well with wives, I guess. Or birth control. Rocco was born when Walker was 14. They stayed together and Caralyn was born almost three years to the day later, when Walker was 17.

So, let's do the math. Caralyn is 9. Walker was 17 when she was born. I was 15 when Walker was born. So, I am 32 years older than 9.

I am only 42.

Grandpa. She freaking loves it. She particularly loves to shout it while she is bouncing up and down on me. Hey, we're poor. We find our entertainment where we can. Now we can do it without fear.

I look OK for 42.

Amy thought so. Then again, so did Bob. He liked to shout out Oh Grandpa too. Who is he to talk? He's a grandpa too and he's 27.

Amy loved shouting Oh grandpas.

During DP. I learned all this not even two weeks ago. It was quite a night.

So back on track. That was one convoluted roundabout way to get here.

All four of us are now standing in the middle of what used to be GM Plant 20. We just came from Plant 16. Once the real estate group gave us a listing of facilities the kingdom already owned, it sure sped things up. Plant 16 was trash. Complete trash. As in barely standing up and never even had air conditioning. Apparently it will be vaporized tonight so construction can begin on my design center. Tomorrow, Safie's sister, Mariell, arrives and the three of us are going over plans. I sure as heck like Safie, so I'm pretty sure I'll like Mariell. My new job involves a surprising amount of fucking. I could bend Rocco over and fuck him in the ass right now.

We already own this plant, remember?

"Chace," said Rocco. "You know this is already Dionysus, right?" I looked over and his pants were at his ankles and he was bent over holding those ankles. Somehow Walker was getting him ready with a small bottle of lube in his hand. Walker just nodded at Caralyn.

"A girl has to be prepared," said Caralyn, who dropped her shorts and bent over into the same position. I got behind Rocco and Walker got behind Caralyn and we celebrated having our first manufacturing facility. We probably should have remembered that we invited the head of the union to meet us.

With her family. I was pounding away with my eyes closed when I heard a noise. I opened my eyes and there were four people standing there. A thirty-something couple and two kids, maybe 7 and 10. A girl and a boy.

They were all just grinning and enjoying the show. All three of their cocks were hard. Including the young girl's.

This job just keeps getting better. What the hell, we finished up, both cumming deep inside. I pulled out and so did Walker, just as the two kids shouted "cleanup". The little girl went right up to Rocco and started rimming him. The boy came over and started licking Caralyn. I got hard just watching it. The boy looked back and saw that and picked the lube bottle up off the floor and handed it to me. Then he dropped his shorts and went back to licking Caralyn.

His mom jumped in to get him ready. They're a helpful family. She looked up while she was doing it.

"We love the new school system," she said. She reached over and grabbed my cock and guided me right into his tight little ass. Then she dropped her dress and offered me a nipple. Oh, I sucked it in, but I had a free hand too. I didn't have two fingers in her for ten seconds before she went over, squirting everywhere. I wasn't going to last at all. Damn, he's tight. I came in the boy, so much that it was leaking out.

His dad is a helper too. Dove right in. Well at least we know he's nine. He looked back at me.

"I'm Kolton and I'm 10. She's Averie, with an ie, and is 9, so you can fuck her, and she can fuck you," said Kolton. That's when his mom turned around and slid onto Kolton's cock, while his dad was cleaning him up.

We knew the parents were Sonia and Zackary. Sonia is the area union leader and also one hell of a design engineer. Zackary is a facilities manager but was a stay-at-home dad right now. We knew that wasn't by choice. There were no facilities to manage.

We dove right into the conversation, standing there on the shop floor, naked and sticky. I missed a few people fucking a few other people in my description. I admit I did enjoy watching Kolton fuck Zackary while Averie fucked Kolton.

"Well, the benefits seem pretty good," said Sonia. OK, we all laughed.

"Think about the company meetings," I said. Lots of moaning going on. I know how this story unfolded, but I still don't quite understand it. I let Caralyn lead. After all, she's the boss. You know something, that was the right decision too. She's truly brilliant. I've watched the Dionysus kids. Watched them succeed.

OK, I admit, we have access to the video library now too. Pretty much seen them all.

Experienced them too. There was this one time with Tom and Alison, with Ruby and Chris...

Anyway.

We finally did all the introductions, standing in the middle of a factory floor.

Naked and sticky. Those company meetings are going to be awesome.

"Now listen. No playing at home. That is illegal and dangerous. The office, the school, and the community center are all OK," said Caralyn.

"So, we can't fuck at home, but we can invite Mom and Dad to school, and fuck them there," said Averie. I like Averie. Yeah, like, but also just like. And that made sense. We all like Averie.

"Yes," I said. "That's the simplest way to look at it. Although we do encourage bringing your children to lunch at work. We will have a wrestling room here too."

"Sure," said Kolton. "Bring your kids to work and fuck them day is every day."

"Well, yes," said Caralyn.

"You're fun, Caralyn," said Averie. Why, yes, she is.

"But let's go sit down. We want to talk to you about positions and also hiring," said Caralyn. This is silly. I'm just passing her the pen.

It is a bit hard to believe

It really is. I clicked the send button 19 days ago. In that time, one of the idle plants has already been turned into that community center. It's over 400,000 square feet. They're still working on it, but over 200,000 square feet is already open. Basketball courts, bocce ball, tennis, both indoor and out. Indoor and outdoor pools. Pickleball courts. Lots of them. I have no idea what pickleball is, but I'm told I'll enjoy it, particularly given most people play nude and many games involved sexual favors at each scored point.

It gets a little crazy in the workout and sports area, so there is a 12,000 square foot wrestling room. That was my suggestion. Why go with multiple small rooms? Bring them all in and fuck away.

We have all visited the community center. I have gotten to know my neighbors in new ways. Particularly the next door neighbors at Chace's new house. His old house that is his new house.

I'll come back to that. Our house is a consulate. How handy is that.

I led them back into the office area. I'd had some furniture brought in so Chace and Walker would have offices. We're going to build out some of the plant for design, for now, but would outgrow that soon. That's why Mariell is cumming. Oops, typo. Kidding. It was right the way I wrote it. Most of this plant would be manufacturing, but we bought the empty plant next door for installation. You drive your car to us, leave it for an hour, and we'll retrofit it. Oh, and I call them Chace and Walker at work.

The first 250,000 cars are free. I did suggest to Belen that this would be a fantastic investment in restoring the climate. We were going to keep extending it if it went well. We were going to popup installation centers all over the country. I did like Rocco's suggestion though. The installation center is part of the community center.

Plenty of things to do while you wait. Rocco already suggested an enhancement to my design, but I'll come back to that. It's a great idea and will be in the production kits.

"First, I'm going to get this out on the table. We don't have unions. Before you react to that, we do have representation at all levels of the organization. Our leadership team includes everyone from people on the floor up. We make collaborative decisions," I said. "Now that all sounds like crap, I'm sure, but our starting wage for line jobs is $50 an hour, based on a 30 hour week, with full benefits, which are 100% company funded. In addition, every employee is provided with a company car of their choice."

"Huh?" said Sonia and Zackary. Oh, we waited. And waited. Finally, Averie whispered in her dad's ear. He smiled.

"Jinx," he said. Then we got to all watch the two of them kiss. And fondle each other. Then Sonia bent over a chair and Zackary pounded her.

We waited. Honestly, I'd only been in this job for a few days, but a lot of our meetings were interrupted that way. Most of our meetings had just been our four family members. They still ended pretty much that way. I like the cock ratio in our house. OK, they all do too, particularly now that they know I love to see man sex. They accommodate me. Often.

Finally, they finished, and we continued the conversation with one minor change.

Rocco was cleaning her out. Thanks, Rocco. We did pause when he kissed it to Sonia or Zackary.

Or Averie. Oh, a little to me. Thanks, bro.

"In theory, that's cool and all, but we don't have a lot of trust," said Sonia.

"Nobody understands that better than Walker and I do, and Caralyn is well-aware too," said Chace. He explained their backgrounds. That's when the light went on about how we were related.

"So, you're in charge, Chace?" asked Zackary.

Chace laughed.

"Nope," he said. "I lead the design team. Walker leads the production team. Rocco is a team leader on a production team."

"Who is the CEO? Can we meet them? We honestly expected them at this meeting," said Sonia. Oh man, I was waiting this one out.

Averie whispered in Sonia's ear. Averie is very aware. I know everything about Averie and Kolton. They're in our schools. I have just rolled right into the we haven't I. Shit, it really is we.

"Wow," said Sonia. "I stepped right into that one. I apologize, Caralyn."

"No need to apologize. It is unusual, to you. Hell, I'm downright stunned. I sent one suggestion to the website. Less than three weeks ago," I said.

"I just sent one yesterday!" said Kolton.

"I know," I said. "Which is why we're offering you a job to lead a design team to implement your idea prior to production."

"You're offering our 10-year-old a position as a design lead?" said Zackary.

"Yes," I said. "And I'm offering Sonia a position leading another team. I'm offering you a position as the facilities manager."

"Me running a facility of this size? No way," said Zackary.

"No," I said. He smiled a bit. "Not just this facility. All of our facilities for the entire project. We'll be recommissioning dozens of plants. Our target is to hire 30,000 in the initial wave with a goal of 200,000 in the first quarter of operation. You'd run all the facilities. We'll connect you with our real estate team. We have closed plants throughout the country. We'll need to reopen them all."

"Man, whoever gets the job to run recruiting has a job ahead of them," said Averie.

"Well, that job also includes running HR, so it is a big job, Averie, but we think you're ready for it," I said. I shared the compensation plan for each of them, after ensuring they were comfortable sharing that information.

"So, if our 9-year-old said no you couldn't discuss it in front of us, what would you have done?" asked Zackary. It took me a minute.

"Then I wouldn't have discussed it in front of you. I don't quite understand the question," I said. "I'm only 9. Averie is my age."

"So, let me get this straight. You're offering us all $500,000 a year. Each. Combined, we make two million a year. Zackary and I get cars and our family gets to build what we could only call a mansion which doesn't have to be all that close, because our cars will fly."

"Close," said Walker. "The money is right for the base. Your bonus targets are triple your base, with an upside of up to five times base. I'm told we should reliably expect a payout at max." I'd just told them that their combined total income would be $12 million a year. I think that shook them up, but it was true.

"Although, once she accepts, this is really Averie's job to explain," I added.

"About that," said Averie. "Just a quick question. If Mom and Dad are making a total of $6 million a year, why would Kolton and I work?"

"If you and Kolton are making $6 million a year, why do your mom and dad need to work?" I asked. Averie looked a little startled but thought about it before she answered.

"You're shaking up the entire family dynamic, including the money. You're freaking offering me $3 million a year to do an insane job and I'm 9. And deep down, I know, and I'll bet Kolton knows, that we would freaking love every minute of it. We'd finally be challenged, and you don't make mistakes so you know we'll succeed and damn near everyone around us will ensure we do too, even the people that work for us," said Averie.

"Hey, I'm three weeks in, but yes, that's all true. How else do you explain my job? But I am going to change one thing in what you said. This isn't criticism, but Belen shared it with me, and I like it. No one works for you. They work with you and that most definitely includes me. We're team members. We're part of a big family. My role, and what I have been chosen to do, is to lead the company. I'm honored to do so but cannot do it without the help of the entire team. It's just my role. Just like we've offered you roles. We told you the $150K for 30 hours a week. That's your work week too. So, the lowest salary is $150K. The highest is $500K. Our highest to lowest ratio is 3.33. But that's on the base. The target max bonus for an entry-level person is 7 times base, so their total comp will likely be $1.2 million. That's a 1.67 ratio. There is actually a curve so that you never lose money. Some people are paid more for experience, or a bit for their role, but everyone does pretty darn well. The average comes in at right around $1.5 million.

"For everyone. From the janitor on up?" asked Averie. I just nodded. I could see her doing the math.

"That's an annual salary budget of $300 billion dollars," said Averie. Yep, she did the math.

"Yes, but that's not the entire budget. We fund all the benefits, including retirement. The total comp is a right about double that figure," I said.

"So, with operating costs, your total budget is around $1.5 trillion a year," asked Kolton.

"That's a good estimate. It might be a little high or low. We could be off by a half either way," I said.

"A half trillion," said Sonia. "What happens then? You budgeted $1.5 and it's $2 trillion. Is that when the layoffs come?"

"A fair question. It is," I said. "But no. We don't have a budget. We have access to capital. If it is $5 trillion, we'll still do it. The world requires us to do it. To literally survive as a species."

They still looked really skeptical.

"What's your target margin, after tax?" asked Zackary.

"Another excellent question. I admit, the answer surprised me, but Belen was adamant and even made me call Princess Morgan to confirm it, since she is the Minister of Finance," I said.

"And pretty damn beautiful," said Kolton, under his breath. I turned to him.

"Yes, she truly is, and she is so nice. She also values directness. When you meet her, and you will, tell her that. Tell her that you think she is beautiful and that you would like to spend time giving her pleasure. Suggest that Sophia join you too," I said. "Be polite. Say please. Accept no if it is given, but it won't be. You'll experience things you may never be able to repeat."

Kolton just stared at me. So did everyone else at the table, even my dad and granddad.

"You know this from experience?" asked Averie. I turned to her and smiled.

"That is not a question you ever ask," I said. "I understand why you did, and the temptation is so strong, but Discretion above all is a bit of a motto of the kingdom.

"Along with for you there are no boundaries," said Averie, laughing. I really like this girl. She's also powerful, since I know damn well she can read me. Lift your dress if you want a blowjob right now. She'd dropped her sundress back on.

It is now above her waist. One moment. Short break.

OK, that was a little longer than I anticipated. You see, when I was on my knees blowing Averie, I was a little exposed. I had not put my clothes on yet. A line kind of formed and when I felt Averie getting close, she pulled out.

And got at the back of the line. Kolton, Rocco, Chace, Zakary, Sonia, Averie.

Sonia had found the toy closet. On the day the furniture arrived, a large box arrived too, addressed to me, from Safie.

Full of an unimaginable array of toys. Yes, those toys. It had a note that all offices needed a second closet. This was for my office.

More boxes kept coming. For every office. For cabinets in the break rooms. For the wrestling rooms.

Finally, we were back on track.

"Now, let us get back on track. The target margin is zero. We don't see a point. We reinvest all the profits into the company and to the people, but as important, into the community. We believe companies should be for the betterment of all, not just stockholders," I said.

"You realize that is unbelievable," said Sonia. What could I do but shrug.

"The job includes four cars, plus available pool cars. While you're welcome to share a house, when you're ready, the offer was for Averie and Kolton to have their own houses. Actually, you both get a house too, so one way families handle that is to have homes in multiple places. For example, maybe here, Detroit, and maybe someplace in the Bahamas and an apartment in Paris or Rome," I added.

"Sure, sure, Paris or Rome," said Sonia.

"Listen, it's all insane. We know," I said. "Think about how I feel. You're both more than capable of handling your roles and your kids are too. They'll still go to school and work around their schedule. Campuses don't really matter, and it is all self-paced, so you might attend multiple schools as you travel. Actually, Zackary, we'll want schools at every location, so that will fall on you to work with our education team to ensure that happens.

"Now can we go to lunch and then fuck some more, after you all say I accept," I said.

Averie got jinx out first. Lunch could wait.

I'll end our little story for now, but there is much more to tell.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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