8 March 2021

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Why in the fuck

Shelby here. I'm Shelby. Sorry, I'm frazzled Shelby. I need to write all this down while it is fresh. This was a simply insane day. Let me catch you up a bit first.

You may remember I started as a designer for the Castleton school. Then I became the project manager for the Lafayette Square school. I am sure you remember my glorious weekend on Dionysus. I get wet just thinking about it. A lot has happened since that day. I learned to fly my space plane quite well if I do say so myself. I am rarely home on the weekends anymore. I'll take a few friends and explore a new city. We stay at Bob's houses, which I can sign up in my phone, and usually meet new freaky friends. I think I'll trademark freaky friends. Some of my friends are not quite as freaky, so I would tone myself down to their level of, well, freakiness. We had one weekend where I just took one friend, and we didn't play with anyone else! That made her more comfortable, which meant it made me more comfortable. I admit it was tough though. Gabe, Carlina, Ruby, and Tomas were there. We had dinner and laughed. Just with clothes on. Now that was wonderful but come on. Look at that group.

Sorry. Tangents are tough, even on a day like today.

Today was the open house for the new school and community center. The part that went well went really well. The part that didn't go well didn't. So let's start with the good and then I can jump into the fireworks. We had actual fireworks, but that's not what I meant. We had the openings together, which may have been mistake, but we did. The community center officially opened at 8 am, with a ribbon cutting and a cake. Lots of cake. Everyone that came could have a piece of cake. That in itself was a logistical nightmare. We had underestimated the number of people that would come to the opening. We'd taken the number that had come to the same event at Castleton Square and tripled it.

Not nearly enough. We had runners raiding the bakeries of every Kroger, Walmart, Sam's Club, and Costco for a ten-mile radius. You own a local bakery? We're your best customer today. Runners might not be the right term. They were landing in an E-82 in the parking lot and a small crew would converge on the store and buy half their cakes. We didn't want to wipe them out. What about the poor mom that was stopping on her child's birthday to pick up a cake? Briella had an idea on the first trip, and we did it all day. She suggested that we buy all the cakes but only take half. If someone wanted a cake, they would give it to them free. Limit one free cake. Why not? It was positive press for Dionysus and kind of fun. I have to jump on a minor tangent on this one. The manager of a Kroger in Plainfield called me up that afternoon. Apparently he had seen a woman looking at their smallest cake. He was an alert guy, because he could tell that she was deciding which items to put back so she could afford the tiny cake. He went up and started a conversation and found out it was her 5-year-old son's birthday. He went and got the largest sheet cake they had and marked it paid and wished her son a happy birthday.

I have an idea about that which I'll put in a later journal. My tangents are insane right now.

So, the opening of the community center was a huge success. Our center had a capacity of over 23,000 and we were having to limit the number of people inside at a time. When the line first started to form, Morgon came over to me.

"This isn't big enough," said Morgon. "If we have to limit access after the opening, you need a bigger center. We need to expand the program." I'd already been thinking about this.

"There are empty supermarkets and Kmarts all around town," I said. "We can make those popup community centers quickly, then build them out properly. I'll bet I could get a few up in a week or two." She gave me a fist bump and walked away. I think a fist bump meant do it.

Now that the good is out of the way, let's get to the bad. We were allowing open tours of the school. I am sure some will comment on the fact that we appear to have way too many wrestling rooms. Hopefully, they will not also observe we don't have a wrestling team. Realistically, though, pretty much everyone knew what happened on our campuses.

Including the protestors.

Yep. Protestors. My show, my problem. I honestly wasn't sure what to do. They were protesting pretty peacefully, but the things they were saying were vile and untrue. So went outside to talk to them. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I didn't freaking like the lies. Oh I went with a smile on my face. There was a man that was clearly the organizer and I walked up to him. He clearly recognized me.

"She's a baby killer!" he shouted, pointing at me. Baby killer? Oh. Got it. He'd forgotten what he was protesting. He thought this was an abortion clinic. Pretty big clinic.

"Dude, it's a school," I said. "Switch to the correct script or they're not going to pay you." Yeah, I knew he was a paid protestor. Most of them are. I'd actually had a long talk with Hill about it. Somehow I had a premonition something like this would happen. I was curious where his loyalties were. I walked up to him and motioned him to lean over.

"I will give you $10,000 in cash in a plain envelope if you'll pack up and leave," I said. He smiled really big.

"$15,000 and I'll switch sides," he said. He was actually leering at my breasts too. Gross.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that my pretty broach is a camera broadcasting live over CNN?" I said. It wasn't, but I was fucking with him. I knew he was about to do it. He pulled back and took a swing at me. I'd had all the training, but I let him slip through on purpose. I rode the punch back, so it really didn't do much, but it looked like he had knocked me silly. I play acted my best and slumped to the ground.

Yeah, the police handcuffed him in a heartbeat. That didn't fix my problem though because many of them really believed. I picked up the megaphone that the idiot had dropped. In for a penny.

"Excuse me," I said. "If you're protesting and you actually have a school age child with you, I'd like to offer you a personal tour. You'll get to see the facilities and meet the teachers. We will answer every single question you have truthfully, and if, at the end, you see the benefit, we will test your children at your convenience."

I saw a lot of milling around and buzzing but no one came up. Finally I saw one woman off to the edge a bit, holding the hand of a girl of about 8 or so. I could see she was conflicted. I walked over to her.

"My name is Shelby," I said and stuck out my hand to the mom. She just looked at my hand for a second, but finally shook it.

"I'm Mandie," she said. "I admit, that took a lot of courage to take that punch, even if you did ride with it." I admit I laughed.

"You caught that, did you?" I said with a little laugh. She gave me a smile, but with something underneath it.

Oh. Pain.

"Did he hit you a lot?" I asked. The little girl jumped in.

"That's the wrong tense. Does he hit you a lot?" she said. Aw fuck. Just fuck. Then the girl stuck out her hand to me.

"I'm Betsy," she said. "I'm 9 years old and I want to go to your school. I just want a good education and I know I'm smart and could do a lot more. Hell, it's not like I'm a virgin."

I'm pretty sure that was meant to shock her mom and guess what, it did. A lot. She started to jump in. I beat her to it.

"Hold up. I know you want to challenge her on that, but may I suggest we wait. Let's give both of you a chance to settle down. We need to talk about your getting hit too, particularly if Betsy is aware of it. Let's focus on the school first. You both see the school differently. Betsy sees it as opportunity. You see it as a horrible influence. I actually understand why you do, but believe that if you give us a chance, you might see things differently. Maybe not, but at least try. You have to know that the kids of Dionysus are doing something right. Heck, I'm 16 years old and just got promoted again and am responsible for all the schools in the Midwest. My mom works for me! I'm a slacker that came in late, though. My boss is 8 years old. Our friend Chris was the President of the United States."

Their eyes got really big.

"You know Chris Hayden," said Betsy. "Wow. Do you know any of the rest of the royal family?" I didn't think sharing that they'd all fucked me in a gangbang was my best reply. Although there was just a little bit of me that really, really wanted to say it.

Just then my phone let out a tone. It was a special tone and I excused myself and looked at the message. Awesome. I replied and then went back to our conversation. I think I'd gotten to Mandie and she was considering at least looking around. Just then an F-81 floated out of the sky. Betsy clearly wanted to move out of the way.

"We're fine," I assured her. I knew who was landing and they were looking for me. The plane landed and the doors opened. Out walked Chris with Noah, Orlando with Grace, and Morgan with Sophia. They were coming to the opening but were just a little late.

I thought Betsy was going to faint. They came right over and introduced themselves to Mandie and Betsy. Both of whom were giggling at this point. I thought it was interesting that Mandie's nipples had gotten hard. She was wearing a dark t-shirt, but I was now confident it was sans bra. Somebody in this group got her hot.

Then again Betsy is openly gawking at them all. I almost laughed but caught myself. If you looked, like I was, you could see the wet spot on the front of Betsy's cheer shorts. I realized she caught me looking and she just gave me a smirk. I think I like this kid.

"Are you going to give us the tour you promised?" asked Chris. She grabbed Betsy's hand and took off for the school. Noah took Mandie's hand and led her off too. I don't think Mandie's feet were even touching the ground anymore. She so wanted to hate us but so loved them all. It had to be tearing her apart. We'd help.

Of course the newcomers had gathered a crowd, but most of the protestors were stubborn. Three groups did join us though. A couple, Jeffery and Briget, with their identical twin boys of about 12, Colton and Layton, a father, Jasper, with the most adorable little girl Annie of about 6, and a mother Viviana with an equally adorable boy Angelo of around 7.

We'd stopped to do all those introductions and finally headed in. The tours were in full swing and the halls were surprisingly full. These were happy people too, hoping for a spot for their kids. I did hear the word wrestling room mentioned a few times, at least a couple with awe.

We found out that Colton and Layton are 13 and in the 8th grade. Annie is actually 7 years old and in the first grade. Angelo is also 7 years old and in the same class with Annie. They'd known each other since their cribs.

We toured the school, including several classrooms, computer labs, the entire music and drama wing, and more. I stayed with the three new groups and Chris led the way with Betsy and Mandie. We all stayed together so everyone heard everything. We ended the tour on the controversy. The gym complex. We showed them the basketball arena, the hockey arena, and more. As we walked back, Jasper asked a question.

"We just walked by a door labeled locker room," he said. "It didn't say boys or girls. How will the newcomers know which one it is?" Here we go. Chris answered first.

"I don't understand the question," she said, with a smile. "It's the locker room." She let that sink in for a bit.

"Come on. Let's go see it," she said. Oh shit, that's bold. Well, OK. She headed back and through the door with Betsy in tow. Noah followed her right in with Mandie and we all faithfully did too. Chris showed everyone the lockers, the private showers, the public showers, the training rooms. Everything was truly state of the art. It took a bit, but it finally sank in.

"There's only one locker room," said Jasper. "Got it. Is this just for the students or do the faculty and staff use it too?"

"There's only one locker room," I said.

"Where are the wrestling rooms?" asked Betsy. Well put it right out there, kiddo. I led the way this time. The rooms were not open for use, just tours, but you just never knew. I took them in, and they were all just looking around. The rooms are pretty big, and I love the bouncy floor. There were plenty of wall mounted paper towels and disinfectant sprays. Those were important. There were racks of towels. There was a big cabinet next to the towels. Briget wandered over and opened the door.

She looked in, closed it, and turned around with a big smile on her face.

It was the toy cabinet. Everything from double-ended dildos, to nipple clamps, to my favorite, clit clamps. Yeah, they hurt. Oh yeah.

Sorry.

She didn't say a word. She did slip up beside me and leaned over.

"That's a nice assortment," she said. "It almost rivals mine."

"Then why were you protesting?" I asked.

"I wasn't. It was just the fastest way in from the parking lot. We're cool with all this. We hope the boys get in. Hell, if they do, I'll be the first to ask you to join me right here in this room."

"Any place, any time," I replied. "Bring your men."

"Always," said Briget. "Identical twins is a trip." I knew what she meant, but anyone overhearing her wouldn't.

Oh yeah, I knew exactly what she meant.

I asked her if the others were protestors.

"I don't know about Jasper, but Viviana was for sure," said Briget. "She made her son hold up a sign. He didn't want to."

Speaking of which, Annie and Angelo walked up.

"Are we correct that this is consulate property and Dionysus laws, and rules apply?" asked Annie. I loved that she was clearly in the lead here.

"Yes, absolutely," I said. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, Annie and Angelo were naked and Angelo was just pounding her doggy style. Everyone just kind of stood and watched in shock. The twins were clearly enjoying it given how much they were tenting their shorts. I already knew they were players.

What surprised me is neither parent made any effort to make them stop. They just waited until they were done. Surprising given at least Viviana was against the school.

I guess she was just polite. Then again, she has pretty impressive nipples. We can all see that now.

"This is very confusing," said Viviana. "Not the least of which, they clearly both have experience."

Given Angelo is quite effectively going down on Annie right now, I would tend to agree.

"Mom, you need to get laid," said Angelo. "Let Annie's dad fuck you."

Both Viviana and Jasper looked a little shocked, but Viviana's properly covered but clearly visible nipples seemed to grow. Just like Jasper's cock did.

"We couldn't," said Viviana.

"Why not?" I asked. "What's actually preventing it? Do you not like sex?"

"No, I uh, no, I like sex," said Viviana.

"What about you Jasper?" I said. "Do you like sex?"

Jasper giggled, which made Annie and Angelo laugh. Just then Chris and Noah walked back up.

"If you'd prefer, we're both available," said Chris. "Noah could fuck you Viviana and Jasper could fuck me. Then we could swap, and Viviana and I could fuck with a double-ended dildo while Noah fucks Jasper."

"I would never," said Jasper, with his cock just bouncing away.

"Your cock says that's a lie," said Annie. "Why not be honest with yourself? Sex is fun. Sex is therapeutic. Sex is amazing. The fact that I'm getting more sex than both of you combined sure tells me that you need to loosen up a bit."

OK, both Jasper and Viviana moaning was not what I expected. You could see them both thinking and then Viviana surprised me.

By taking off her shirt. Damn. Lucious C cups. Flat stomach.

Big nipples. She has a look on her face. She's watching something. I turned around and Mandie is just getting pounded.

By Bob. Next to Betsy.

Who is getting equally pounded by Orlando. I don't even know when Bob arrived. Mandie and Betsy are kissing and playing with each other's nipples. I do not believe that was Mandie's expectation of today. I turned back and Jasper and Viviana were going at it.

Chris and Noah looked a little surprised.

"Don't worry about it," said Annie. "This has been building for years. However, since we're 7, Angelo and I are available."

"Your parents have to agree," said Chris.

"It's fine," gasped Viviana.

"Yes........," said Jasper.

I'm not sure that was actual approval, given Jasper was just covering Viviana at the time, but Chris is already getting pounded doggy style by Angelo. Annie is underneath and Noah is fucking her in the golden arches.

Just as a tour group came through. We might have lost control a little at that point because everyone stripped down.

It seemed like a good idea, so I did too.

I am gonna get me some. And I did. Repeatedly. A bit of a line formed. I'm OK with that.

I did need to get back to the tour though, so I limited myself to six. I'm not typing out that many squishes, but you get the idea.

Shelby asked me to help

This is Chris. Shelby asked me to help, so I'm helping. Kind of what we do. Mandie is loosening up which is good, but I pulled her to the side once things wound down. Betsy came with us.

We took a short break so I could lick up the cum leaking from Betsy.

You do what ya gotta do.

"OK, here's the deal," I said, to Mandie. "You can't go home. We all know it. You reek of sex and so does Betsy. No matter how much you shower, it is going to be obvious. You'll be leaking cum for a bit and so will Betsy."

Mandie took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

"Yeah," said Mandie. "So now we're homeless too? Not sure I'd call that a big win."

"Actually, Shelby asked me to offer you a job," I said. "This is a boarding school. We like to have RMs. Resident Moms. They live on campus, with their children if they have them. The kids go to the school and the RMs basically act as surrogate moms whenever kids need them. You're just around campus or at home, but available for advice, or hugs, or a nice fuck."

"Did you say a nice fuck?" said Mandie.

"Not required, of course, but most of our RMs and RDs play," I said. "Why not? We all know it is good for the kids and hey, a school full of sexy kids and lots of adults too. RMs and RDs are encouraged to use the wrestling rooms all they want. It's a good place to fuck and counsel."

"So we get an apartment in a dorm, plus lots of sex, and that's my job," said Mandie.

"Close, but not an apartment. You'll have your own house. You can decide when the door's open or closed. Not literally, of course, but you get the idea. I should mention that not all the RM and RDs are all single, although some are. Some are married couples. We have a few trios and a quad too," I said.

"Sure, sure, trios," said Mandie. You could tell she was rolling through the trios and quads she knows.

"How come you're not in a trio or quad?" asked Betsy.

"We're happy," I said. "Not averse to it, if the right people came along. Just more a couple that plays a lot."

I pointed across the mat to Noah, who is in the middle of a train with Angelo in the front and Annie in the back. That's a pretty big dildo.

Noah likes it.

"Why don't we go look at your house," I said. "This is a smaller school, so space was at a little premium, so it isn't one of our larger homes, but it is nice."

I led them into the showers and made sure I shampooed both Betsy and Mandie. You could particularly feel Mandie melt a bit. Some of the tension was released. I hope this works out. I took them into the closet and got us all shorts and DIU shirts. We had to go with Dionysus Indianapolis University, because DUI was an unfortunate acronym. Just as we walked out of the locker room, Betsy screamed.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Given a young man about her age ran in for a big hug, I have inferred it is a good thing.

"This is my best friend, Kip," said Betsy. I sense familiarity.

Right?

The kiss that Kip gave Betsy, while slipping his hand into her shorts certainly implied familiarity.

"Did I hear something about a house?" asked Kip.

I took Mandie's hand and Kip took Betsy's. I'm not sure where Kip's parents are, but he'll work it out. We walked down the hall and out the door.

"It is a bit of a hike. We bought more than just the mall. It wasn't big enough," I said. Shelby told me. What did you expect that I could read her mind?

Oh, yeah.

We walked about a quarter mile, so I guess not that far, into a small neighborhood of houses. New houses. Tiny houses.

Only about 8,000 square feet. 900 square meters. Tiny, right? Isn't it insane the life we live? I walked us to the third house and confirmed the address and walked up and opened the front door and went in. All three of them followed me.

"I'm confused," said Mandie. "What is this house? Where would we live?"

"This would be your house," I said.

"You said it would be small!" said Mandie, and Betsy snorted.

"Mom, for them, this is a small house," said Betsy. What could I do but shrug? Betsy and Kip took off to explore the house and Mandie and I went into the kitchen.

"I don't understand any of this. Why would you do this for me? For us?" asked Mandie.

"Do what? Offer you a job?" I asked. "We need Resident Moms pretty badly."

She just stared at me and waited me out.

OK, I laughed.

"Nicely played," I said. "It was a true statement, though. We do need you. Betsy needs this school too and deep down you know it."

"I know," she said, softly.

"So what's the issue?" I asked.

"My husband and I married the day I turned 18. I was seven months pregnant. I can't say we ever really loved each other but were guilted into it by our families. He hated it from the first day and basically ignored the marriage vows. He is a drunk and barely makes a living and hits me. I should have left long ago, but I was scared. I am scared. He's threatened to kill me if I leave," said Mandie, in one big breath.

"I don't want Betsy to make the same mistake," she added.

"You do realize that going to school here would make her much less likely to make that mistake," I said.

She looked at me with surprise.

"Oh. Wow," she said. "I never thought of it that way. But how would we be safe? You know restraining orders don't work."

Just then, Leslie walked into the kitchen. In full Zeta dress. Complete with an ion gun strapped to her chest.

I would do her on the floor.

"I would do you on the floor," said Mandie. "And I've never been with a woman."

"Really?" I said. "Nothing for me?"

Mandie moaned.

"OK, I'll accept that," I said. "Take the job. We'll go christen the bedroom."

"Yeah, Mom, take the job and christen the bedroom," said Betsy, who walked into the kitchen holding Kip's hand.

I noticed it just as Mandie did. What surprised me was Mandie walked over and scooped the cum off Betsy's chin.

And licked it off her finger.

Oh joy.

"I accept," said Mandie.

Oh boy.

Just then Hunter, Hallie, and Noah walked into the kitchen.

"Does anyone ever knock?" asked Mandie, with a laugh.

Everyone in the room not named Mandie shouted "No".

Oh, Mandie did too and rolled right into the jinx.

"You're all pretty predictable," she said.

Which led to a pretty amazing two hours. In the bedroom.

All of us.

Including Betsy and Kip.

We'll just leave it that the three of them are closer now.

Visiting Todd

Time for me to visit Todd. He sounds like a Todd. I debated the approach. I even thought about a honey trap. I can pass for 21. I could pick him up in a bar.

Then I decided it just wasn't worth all that. I showed up at his office with the extradition paperwork.

In my uniform. With my gun. He works as an agent for a large insurance agency in town. Let me jump into what happened.

I walked in the front door, in uniform, complete with the ion gun. Making a point, you know. I walked up to the receptionist.

"I'm looking for Todd," I said.

"Finally," she said. "Are you extraditing him?"

I just nodded.

"Well played," she said. She picked up the phone.

"Hey, Todd, there is a truly beautiful woman here to see you," she said. I couldn't hear his reply, but she laughed a little and hung up the phone.

"Thanks for the compliment," I said. "Or at least faking it."

"I meant every word," she said, with a smile.

"Want to go out to dinner with me?" I asked. "Then back to my house for an evening of wild sex?"

Hey, I might as well be direct.

"Absolutely," she said. "Can I bring my 12-year-old brother? He idolizes you."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"16," she said. "Our dad owns the agency."

"Your parents will be cool with it?" I asked.

"You know the game you play where you give your partner permission for a night of passion with people that are unobtainable?" she said.

I just nodded.

"We gave our parents a list. You're on both lists," she said.

"How handy is that!" I said. "When do you get off?"

"Pretty soon after you pick me up at 5," she said. "I'll have Jeremy here."

"Oh goody," I said. I hit her with my best smile. Todd walked up just as she finished vibrating. It was distracting to him, which was handy since he didn't immediately notice the ion gun. As soon as he did, he turned to run.

I pulled the gun off my chest and he dropped to the ground.

"Just stunned him," I said.

"Too bad," said Janie.

Well now.

"He hits on me every day. He knows I'm 16," said Janie.

"Your dad doesn't stop it?" I said.

"He would, but it is pretty harmless, and Todd made Dad a lot of money. Every girl has to deal with it," she said.

"Not in our world," I said.

"I'm not in your world," she said.

"Yet," she added.

I walked over and grabbed Todd by the belt and picked him up and walked towards the front door, just as a man that looked remarkably like Janie came around the corner. He just watched me, but I stopped.

"You suck as a parent and need to reevaluate your life," I said. "This scumbag has been hitting on your 16-year-old daughter and you allowed it to happen. I'm offering her and her brother citizenship, including declaring them adults, if they want. I am also reporting you to DFS."

With that, I left, with Todd. He was starting to wake up, so I stunned him again.

He deserves it. I carried him outside and strapped him into my plane and sent him up. I didn't go. No need.

He'll figure it out.

Janie's dad had followed me out.

His explanation, which Janie heard, was hollow and he knew it.

"The money was more important to you than your daughter. That's it. Nothing else you say is accurate," I said. He tried more weasel words. A young man, who I am pretty confident is Jeremy, walked up and watched.

"He hit on me too," said Jeremy.

Now their dad cares.

"Oh God," I said. "You give a shit when it is your son."

Just then my E-82 landed. The S-88 isn't back yet. I should have just jumped it. I waved at the kids to get on board, just as a car pulled up and a woman got out.

Mom. You can just tell. I turned to her.

"Your husband can explain. Your kids are going with me. I'll decide if they come back or not. You two need to talk," I said.

With that, I shut the door and we took off.

"Um, did you just kidnap us?" asked Jeremy.

"Maybe," I said. "But I don't care. This is bullshit and he knows it."

"You aren't concerned about a kidnapping charge," said Jeremy.

"They won't call the police," I said. "There's something here we're missing."

Janie and Jeremy laughed.

"Could be the embezzling," said Janie.

"Yeah," said Jeremy.

Oh boy.

Meeting with DFS

I got called in to meet with DFS. We're open to a solution, but it, at a minimum, requires some serious counseling on the part of the parents. The kids, Janie and Jeremy, are safe with us. I'm headed into the hearing now, with my attorney.

Hunter. My husband.

That should go over well, but if they want proof that our society works, I'm thinking retired Attorney General of the US and current Minister of Defense of Dionysus might send a message. If they're not too stupid.

They're too stupid.

I should have seen it coming. The social worker they assigned was screeching. OMG. Fingernails on a blackboard screeching, although I admit I have never seen a blackboard, but the concept is clear.

And makes me shiver.

Now you're picturing me naked, with someone repeatedly running their fingers over a blackboard.

Maybe.

Back on track, Leslie. The family court judge finally used her gavel to quiet things down.

"I want a gavel," whispered Hunter, just as there was a lull in noise in the courtroom.

I wonder if the official record shows entire courtroom laughs

I checked later. It does.

Hunter and I are at a table. The kids are at another table with their guardian ad litem, who is their advocate. The social worker is with a city attorney at a third table at the right.

Now she's screeching again.

And there goes the gavel. I'm buying Hunter a gavel. He just shook his head no.

OK, honey.

Just then the door opened, and two police officers walked in, surprising even the judge. The social worker screamed and pointed at Hunter and me.

"Take them into DFS custody. They're underage and have no parent present," she said.

Oh come on. The officers walked over and looked at us. The more senior of the two spoke.

"Them," she said, pointing at me. "You want us to take them?"

"Yes!" screamed the social worker.

"Beyond the fact that I suspect her earrings can vaporize me, she's the Minister of Defense of a superpower. He's the retired Attorney General of the United States," she said. "I'm not feeling they're at risk."

"Not your call!" she screeched. "My call."

There went that gavel again.

Hunter needs a gavel.

And look at the nice shape of that handle. I could...

I might be focusing too much on the gavel.

"Yeah, no," said the cop. "You know they have diplomatic passports. This is just silly. I'm reporting you for this."

With that, the two cops left. The judge is staring at the social worker with her mouth open.

That's the second time you thought it would be a man, wasn't it? The cop, then the judge.

Although maybe not. The world is improving in its respect to women.

It's the sex. No, seriously. We're peers in a sexual world. Women are not subjugated in our world.

"Subjugate me, baby," said Hunter, in a soft whisper.

That he mistimed again.

Ah well.

Court again erupts in laughter

After the court recorder faithfully typed in "Subjugate me, baby".

We're fun in a courtroom.

"Can I please just tell the story?" asked Janie. The judge smiled and nodded.

Janie gave a faithful account of what happened, not including the myriad of sexual references that involved us. I'm pretty sure the judge inferred the references. I think she's a little warm under that robe.

OMG. I'm fantasizing about the judge.

Who just winked at me.

Hmm.

"And you agree with what she said?" asked the judge, of Jeremy. He just nodded.

The judge raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, your honor," said Jeremy, with just the tiniest of laughs. The judge turned to the social worker.

"You knew this entire story?" asked the judge, of the social worker.

"Yes, but..." said the social work, but the judge cut her off.

"You were going to return these children," said the judge. "Have you referred the parents to the city attorney? The one sitting next to you?"

Who now wishes he were sitting under his chair. The judge's look was withering.

"I expect charges to be filed today," said the judge. "Today." She turned back to us.

"What are you suggesting as the solution for the kids?" asked the judge, of me.

"If I may," said Janie. The judge smiled and nodded.

She gets away with the nod. And she winked at me again.

I like this judge. I'd like to like this judge, but sadly that would be unethical.

Now the judge just gave me a big frown, followed by a smile. No, a smirk.

OK then.

"This is really quite simple," said Janie. "I'm 16. Emancipate me and give me custody of Jeremy."

"A fine suggestion, other than the whole place to live and way to make a living thing," said the judge. Janie looked at me.

So did the judge.

"We have a limited number of boarding spots at our Castleton school," I said. "We would make available a place for them and cover all their costs while they're still in school, through any advanced degree they desire."

"As far as I know, the Castleton school does not have boarding," said the judge. "How many boarding students do you have?"

"This would bring us to two," I said, smiling.

OK, even the judge laughed.

"Why would you do that?" asked the judge.

"Because we can," I said. "We can't fix everything. We would if we could, but we're trying. We have a philosophy that if you cross our path, and need help, we help. Janie and Jeremy crossed our paths. So we help."

"Is it really that simple?" asked the judge.

"Yes," I said, and so did Hunter. There's that dreaded lull again, just as he softly said the word jinx.

Now the entire courtroom is looking at us and waiting. Even the judge.

Hunter laughed and swept me into his arms. One hell of a kiss. He got me right there, but edged me, until right before he broke he kiss.

He has great control. I only vibrated briefly. Which the judge noticed.

"Someday, somehow," thought the judge.

"Yeah, baby," I thought back, which is why the judge is laughing and no one knows why.

Ah. Janie does. Interesting.

And that was it. Janie is an adult and Jeremy is in her custody. They walked over to us and so did the judge.

"I'm glad you got out, kids," said the judge. "You have a rare opportunity here, so take advantage of it."

At least this time the entire courtroom didn't hear it.

"Yeah, baby," said Jeremy.

Now we're all laughing. I also recognize that look of lust in the judge's eye. Primarily because my expression likely looks just like that.

Only I don't have any ethical issues.

Yeah, baby.

Now we're all laughing. We walked out, with the kids.

"I admit, I don't get it," said Janie. "I was ready to get a job. I could have handled it."

"Of course you could have," said Hunter. "But you don't need to. We can help and are happy to do so. Now let's go find you someplace to live."

"You said you had boarding at the school," said Janie.

"Actually," I said. "I said we had a boarding program. And we do. As soon as we find you a place to live."

"Might not be the normal order," said Jeremy.

What could I do but shrug?

We headed out of the courthouse together and out into the parking lot. It is a gorgeous day, so of course we brought a convertible. A mid-sixties Lincoln with suicide doors.

"God, this car is beautiful," said Jeremy.

"You like cars?" I asked. Janie laughed.

"It is kind of his thing," she said. I looked at Hunter, but he was already texting.

We're so in sync.

"What about you, Janie?" I asked. "What's your thing?"

"I compete in ironmans," she said, to my surprise. "I've got a lot of room to improve. Orlando and Morgan are my idols." Jeremy snorted.

There's Hunter, on his phone again.

"She's number two in her age group nationally," said Jeremy.

"You must be very athletic," said Hunter.

"In ways you can only imagine," said Janie. Liking these kids.

We all got belted in and I put the top down. Then we took off. Props to Janie and Jeremy. Not one peep about the flying fifty-year-old car. We flew North.

"OK, we have two houses from which to pick," I said. "Do you like boats and the water?"

They both shouted yes at the same time.

Jeremy tried to be quiet when he said it. It didn't work in court and it didn't work here. He looks stricken.

Janie has a smirk.

She leaned over and gave him one hell of a kiss. As in she vibrated, and he came close. Impressive that he didn't cum, especially given Janie's hand is resting firmly on his cock.

Alrighty then.

We flew up to the reservoir. Surely you knew we'd look at a house on the res. I flew us over two. One is a bit nicer and up on a hill, so it has a spectacular view of the lake. It has a hike down to the water, but cool. The second was right on the water, but back in a cove, so your view was just other docks.

"We'll look at both, but see how they're different?" I said, pointing out the window. I didn't hear anything, so I turned.

Yeah, the shocked look. Pretty common.

"So this would be like a dorm?" asked Jeremy. Hunter snorted. I just looked at him and he laughed. He turned in his seat to see them.

"No, your house," he said. "Both have five bedrooms, so I'd put four of them in the app, then you'll have random people in the extended family staying with you a lot. They'll all, well, be horny."

"Four?" said Janie. "Don't you mean three?"

Hunter laughed again. I like Hunter's laugh. He reached over and squeezed my right breast and laughed again.

Laugh more, dear, laugh more.

"I kind of assumed you'd be sharing the master," said Hunter.

"Why would we share..." said Jeremy.

Then they both moaned. Long. Deep. Passionate.

"We can marry, can't we?" said Jeremy. Janie just looked at him.

Then moaned again.

"Did you just propose to me?" asked Janie. Jeremy sat up straight.

"Yes," he said, with more confidence than I suspect he felt.

She fell into his arms kissing him and repeating the word yes, over and over.

"This seems to be going well," I said.

"Indeed," said Hunter.

"Indeed," said Janie, laughing.

We landed at the first house, which is on the canal. It did nothing for us. Janie and Jeremy were agog and yes, I used the word agog.

It might do, I suppose.

Oh, forgot to mention that Geraldo met us at the house. Geraldo is adorable. He is 15. He goes to our school. He is our realtor and pretty much full-time with the family.

We like Indianapolis.

Geraldo followed us to the other house and yes, his car can fly too. Come on. He's in our world.

He'll be in me later. Yes, Hunter just snorted.

"He'll be in me too," said Hunter, laughing.

Geraldo is beaming.

We like Geraldo.

Back to the house. It is empty, which likely means we can get it for less than the $2.3 million asking price. Five bedrooms. Seven bathrooms. All the extras like a media center. A little under 11,000 square feet. It has an incredible view from up high and there is a steep path down to the water. How handy the house includes two Polaris UTVs to get you back and forth.

Janie turned to me.

"You know a small apartment would be fine," said Janie. I answered her a little differently. I turned to Geraldo and nodded, and he laughed and started working on his phone. I waited, until he nodded.

"It would," I said, as I pulled Hunter's shirt over his head. Janie smiled and turned and did the same thing to Jeremy.

Then Jeremy did it to Geraldo. Who seems pleased.

Hunter pulled off my top, to gasps from the group. A girl appreciates a good gasp.

Janie got a gasp and a moan.

Deservedly so. Good grief she's fit. She laughed and shimmied out of her shorts, so the rest of us did too. Now there are five of us naked, and three of us are hard.

"An OK ratio," said Janie. "Not an ideal ratio."

"We'll use them up and find more," I said.

"I love it when a plan cums together," said Janie. "You know that was with a u?"

"Yes," we all screamed, and Jeremy got it out first.

God that's hot. First he kissed Geraldo, and they frotted away during the kiss, and broke it just in time. Then he went for the kiss with Hunter.

Hunter didn't quite make it. Now he and Jeremy are just covered with cum. Which is when Jeremy came in for the kiss with me. I'm sticky from the combination of Hunter's cum and my spectacular squirt.

Jeremy has talents in the kissing department.

Then he went in for the kiss with Janie. She started vibrating the instant the kiss started. He almost picked her up and took her down to the carpet with him and slid right in.

"Ouch," said Janie. Oh. Jeremy caught it and stopped, all the way in Janie. He was so patient, basically planking over her. He's in pretty damn good shape too.

His clenched ass cheeks are turning me on. Turning me on more. If that is possible.

Finally she nodded and he started slowly sliding in and out. It was joyous to watch. Jeremy lasted, to our surprise, but finally pulled out and just covered his sister/fiancé with cum.

My turn. I pushed him off and spun around and was on my knees over Janie. Janie has skills. Geraldo knew it was an opportunity and slid right in.

Oh goodie. Jeremy just slid in Geraldo and Hunter is doing the Golden arches with Janie.

One big bundle of sex.

We finally wore out and took showers, which lost us another hour, and we ended up in the jacuzzi. Geraldo, ever the thoughtful one, had brought a sampler case for their wine cellar, so he cracked a nice chardonnay, and we drank and laughed in the bubbles.

"So this is our life now?" asked Janie.

"Apparently," said Jeremy. "Seems OK to me."

Which is why Hallie found us laughing when she slid into the jacuzzi, between Jeremy and Geraldo.

You go girl.

It is nice to be able to help.

More lingerie

Tomas here. We're on a quest. We're off to buy more lingerie companies. This time we made it a couples trip and Ruby, Leslie, and Hallie joined us. OK, technically couples is incorrect.

Our first stop, of all places, was New York City. Only hearts. Made in New York City since 1978. We were meeting with their two founders, who were a man and a woman. They seemed a little focused on the fact that they were not married but intimate, but whatever. Hunter has two wives. You're not going to shock us. If you do, I sometimes point out that Hallie is Hunter's twin. That's tough to top.

I suppose we could all fly around the room and fuck in mid-air. Which we can do. And do often.

We have a weird criteria that is a knockout to our buying your company. It revolves around nipples. If your website for incredibly intimate lingerie hides nipples, then you're just not for us. If you're comfortable with nipples, you've passed that test.

Vaginas are a bonus. Well they are. Sheer panties shouldn't show the genitalia of a Barbie doll. Something is down there.

The men's sites are basically the same. Do I see a penis. That's good. If you sell edgy stuff, like a cock pocket, then that cock better be hard. What else is the point?

We want owners that are comfortable with being sexual. We are. Have ya seen Ruby? Or Leslie. Or Hallie. Or Hunter.

I don't discriminate. None of us do. The entire conversation about race relations and the history of racism is, at first, confusing to all of our students. The likelihood is that whatever race we are discussing, the average student has had some form of sex with someone from that race.

Recently. Usually within a day or two.

Variety is good. Our kids literally don't understand the concept of race. I happened to drop in on a class the other day. The reasons aren't important. I thought one of the younger kids summed it up.

A brown Labrador, a yellow Labrador, and a black Labrador are all still Labradors.

Yep. It's a painful lesson for them. The kids start apologizing to each other, particularly the white kids as soon as they figure out the historical significance of their skin tone.

Don't get me started on the Crusades.

And that, folks, was a tangent. Thank you. Thank you very much.

Back to Only Hearts. They passed the nipple test and did it well. Just naturally. Their clothes and lingerie are adorable. We're more and more blurred between Ruby and HT since we're picking up a lot of cute clothes. We're working really well together.

The team meetings are amazing.

We closed the deal and felt like they were a good team to keep in charge. Weird, but good at their jobs. They were not someone to invite to the apartment. The feel just wasn't there. It happens. It doesn't mean their clothes aren't cute.

So what could we do? In New York. Horny?

Well Rachel and Ray live here, right? We invited them over and I think their parents were a little jealous. We couldn't have that! When we went over to pick them up, we took a little break with them.

Did I mention their apartment is a consulate now? I know, a tangent in a tangent, but think of the group. I think the highlight, for me, was the train where Ray was fucking me, and I was fucking Rachel. They don't get enough, so they're incredibly enthusiastic. We like enthusiastic. We're all enthusiastic. I might be overusing the word enthusiastic.

But it was enthusiastic sex.

Off to Australia

New York was fun. Hunter here. Just for a change of pace. Also, Tomas is pounding me in the ass, and it is hard to type when he is.

Hey, we only have about 15 minutes door to door. Oh fun. Now I'm squish squish.

Which might just be appropriate for this visit. Tomas and I are both wearing their products.

Men's lingerie. For the discriminating man. Panties. Teddies. Bras. Lingerie for men

I'm wearing the Isabella thong. Squish squish has some risk. I'm wearing it with the Victoria Crop Top. It's very sensual against the skin.

Tomas is in the Blossom Bodysuit. He just pulled it to the side to fuck me.

Ruby walked over and used her finger to scoop up cum off my leg and offer it to me. She also held out a pair of their Victoria Panties.

A better choice. I dropped the thong and Ruby did one big lick.

Thanks, love.

I pulled on the panties and we all got dressed. Tomas, Ruby, Leslie, Hallie, and me. Bill and Jessica are with us too. Sure they watched. They had a few pointers too. I'm not sure how I feel about that. They were outstanding suggestions though.

Bill is along because he wants them to make lines in his size. We'll let him make that argument. Right now, he gets Timmy to custom make them but assures us there is a growing market. Whenever he says growing market, he gets hard. Apparently retail turns on my 4-year-old brother-in-law.

No weirder than anything else in our world.

Now the folks at Homme Mystere are quite mysterious. We don't honestly know who runs the place. Men, women, trans? Who knows? They have an address that is a warehouse from which they ship product.

So we showed up.

Tomas, Ruby, Hallie, Jessica, Bill, and me.

Yeah, what can I say. Free range children

Which is illustrated by the fact that Jessica and Bill are ringing the doorbell and I'm not even off the plane yet.

The door was opened by young man that couldn't have been more than an inch taller than Jessica.

A young man who is wearing the same panties I am. And only the panties.

Jessica and Bill might have just found their soulmate. The boy was swept up into the arms of a simply stunning woman that looked to be mid-teens. She's wearing a slip top and matching shorts. The Modal line from Oysho. We all know that outfit. Very comfortable. Very practical. Simple and yet sexy. She didn't realize that when she had picked up the boy, the strap had dropped, and her entire left breast was exposed.

Hallie walked up and moved the strap back up onto her shoulder and covered her up.

"Thanks," she laughed. Then she looked at us. From one to the next. One at a time.

"I told you we needed to open the damn door," said the little guy.

"Excuse me," said Bill. "I'm Bill and this is my colleague Jessica. We're here to discuss a potential collaboration. Could we come in?" The young woman looked at him, then Jessica, then back to us.

"Oh for God's sake," said the little guy. "Let them in." She stepped back and we all filed in.

"I don't believe we caught your names," said Jessica.

I don't think we have to speak.

"I'm Lewis and she's my big sister Arely," said Lewis. "And before you ask, I am 4 and she's 13."

"Pretty damn sophisticated for 13 isn't she?" said Lewis. "Please put me down." Arely laughed and did.

"Come on," said Lewis. "I'll give you a tour." He took Jessica and Bill's hands and they ran off.

Arely looked shocked and uncomfortable.

"Don't worry," said Hallie. "We'll just give them time until they come back out. We know to give them privacy."

Arely ran through several emotions and ended on understanding.

"That's the right thing to do, isn't it?" said Arely. We all just nodded.

"I must say, it is a little surprising to see such a famous group in our warehouse," said Arely.

Tomas pulled up his shirt, showing his lingerie and I did the same.

"Well you do rock them," she said. Her nipples could cut nails. This is a sexy as hell young woman.

I looked around and the warehouse was spotless. There were shelves to the ceiling and a small forklift to reach the upper shelves. It was a modest space, but pretty packed. At the end I could see a desk with a computer on it and a shipping desk next to it.

No one else was here. I turned to Arely.

"How long has it been just the two of you?" I asked.

"Almost a year," said Arely.

"Do you want to tell us the story?" asked Tomas and Arely laughed.

"Nothing too exciting," said Arely. "Lewis saw in the local paper that Homme Mystere had gone out of business. He did some research and determined that the bank owned this building and the contents. The liabilities exceeded the assets, so they just wanted it off their books. I dressed up nice and went to the bank and made an offer to buy the building, the stock, and the debt for a dollar. I dress up well." I like her laugh.

"We came in and did the inventory and the product on the shelves was wildly more valuable than the debt. We reached out to each vendor and shared that I was the new owner and negotiated that we would shift to a model where their product stayed in their inventory until we received payment for the sale. We pulled off the difference between retail and wholesale and paid them, by transaction. Lewis integrated it into our shipping system," said Arely. "The volume is still manageable, so I hired a couple good friends that come in after school and do all the shipping. It's fun."

"What about your parents?" asked Ruby. Arely laughed.

"We live with our grandparents. They're truly wonderful people and as long as our grades are good and we're in bed at night, they really don't care where we are. They trust me and they trust Lewis with me. They have no idea this exists. Maybe I should take an outfit home for Grandpa." She really does have a nice laugh.

"Revenue and profit margin?" asked Ruby.

"Why should I tell you?" asked Arely, smiling.

"Because we pay multiple orders of valuation, and we need someone to run Inditex Asia," said Ruby. Arely just stared at her.

"And you want me to do it," said Arely.

"No, Lewis," said Ruby. She held it much longer than I could. I laughed first.

"Seriously, though," said Ruby. "We would want Lewis to run Homme Mystere, reporting to you. We have ideas on different sizing that could really explode the sales."

"Lewis is a 3T," said Arely. This time we all laughed.

"Why would you think that?" asked Tomas. Arely pointed over his shoulder. Lewis, Jessica, and Bill were walking back. They are all three drenched in sweat. Bill's shirt is on inside out. Lewis seems to be carrying Jessica's panties. He realized it and quickly stuffed them into his pocket, which made Jessica laugh. Frankly, I'm surprised Jessica even owns panties.

"We like this place," said Jessica, laughing.

"They want me to run Inditex Asia and for you to run Homme Mystere, reporting to me. They also want us to bring the sizes down to your size and below," said Arely.

Lewis just beamed and looked at us.

"That works," said Lewis. "What's the offer?"

"We've never even seen the books," said Ruby. Lewis cocked his head and looked thoughtfully at Ruby. Then he smiled.

"And you don't need to, do you?" asked Lewis. This time we all laughed.

Ruby threw out a number and Lewis looked thoughtful again.

"That's at least double a fair offer," said Lewis. "But you know that and don't care."

Ruby nodded.

"Can I offer you the tour?" asked Lewis, with a big smile.

"Not yet," said Ruby and Lewis laughed.

"I will happily accept not yet as the answer," said Lewis. He stuck out his hand to Ruby.

"We accept," said Lewis.

"Don't you need to discuss it with Arely?" I asked. He looked at Arely.

"Well, if she runs all of Inditex Asia, then this is a small transaction in which it is unlikely for her to be even involved. I, on the other hand, am the CEO of Homme Mystere, and would make the final call," said Lewis.

Well he had me there.

"This is all fun and all, but I'm not even sure I legally own the business," said Arely. Just then the doorbell rang. Ruby walked over and opened it and Nylah walked in. Nylah handed a packet to Ruby.

"Sometimes ya gotta delegate up," said Lewis. He walked over to Nylah and took her hand.

"Let us give you the tour," said Lewis. He ran off with all four of the little ones. Arely laughed.

"Were they just in your plane?" she asked. I pointed at the window and she looked out to see two planes sitting in the lot. She turned back and the light bulb had gone on.

"My brother just dragged Princess Nylah on a tour," said Arely. "With Princess Jessica and Prince Bill."

"Yeah, and we really need to leave them alone," said Hallie. "Trust me."

"So let's summarize. You're buying our business for a stupid amount of money. Plus you're offering us amazing jobs at what are probably pretty lucrative salaries," said Arely. Ruby jumped in with the figures and a quick summary of the benefits.

Arely looked at her for a minute and then shook it off. Literally. Damn, for 13, she has really fine breasts. They just bounced for us.

"Oh," said Ruby. "And this warehouse is a consulate, which is already effective. Lewis has an exception for you too."

Arely smiled. Big.

"If only he was closer to my age, and not my brother, I'd marry that guy," said Arely.

"Nothing really stopping you," said Ruby, handing her the oversize envelope. Arely pulled out two passports and opened them. She looked at them closely. Then she startled us all.

"Hey, Lewis," she shouted, in a voice that rolled through the entire warehouse. "Want to get married?" Lewis came skidding around the corner and couldn't stop in time. He just bowled her over and ended up sitting on her stomach, with his hard little cock resting between her breasts.

"Why yes," he said. "I believe I would like that."

She leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth. All the other kids came around the corner too.

Yes, all naked.

"Cool," said Jessica. "Why are the rest of you still dressed?"

So, we weren't.

Did I mention our exceptions for all four of them? Oh, who am I kidding. They're all amazing. Especially together.

Explaining it to the grandparents

Somehow I have to first tell our grandparents that I bought a men's lingerie company. Then I have to tell them that Inditex bought it. And that Lewis runs it because I run Inditex Asia. This is Arely.

We might want to mention the whole engaged thing too.

Maybe even throw in DP with Tomas and Hunter, or a circle lick with Hallie and Ruby. While getting DP from Tomas and Hunter.

Or that I was the target of all the cum.

And Lewis had cleanup. Oh they all watched. We like that.

Dinner seems like the right time. I have to say, our grandparents are not at all what you're picturing. I'm only 13. Mom was 13 when I was born. Grandma was 15 when she was born. Grandma's a sexy AF 41. Grandpa is 37. A younger man. Think that through. Grandma was 15 when she gave birth. She was 14 when she got pregnant. Grandpa was 10. Precocious little dude, right?

We walked in the front door and Grandma looked at us and screamed. Top of her lungs. Grandpa ran out of the back of the house and screamed too.

What. the. fuck.

"We're so happy you finally realized," said Grandpa. "Will you marry now or be engaged for a bit? Oh! Did Inditex finally make an offer on Homme Mystere?"

Then he slowly lifted his shirt to show his lingerie. The Yumi tank. A gorgeous floral pattern on black.

We both just stared, and they laughed.

"We give you a lot of freedom, but not that much freedom," said Grandma. "We figured it out pretty early, but you seemed to be doing well. Grandpa ordered something on a whim and we both like it."

Grandpa's eyes brightened.

"Is the warehouse a consulate?" he asked in the sexiest voice I have ever heard.

"So is the house," said Lewis. We turned and he is dressed only in one of our more risqué thongs. It basically has a strap under his cock and that's all. Lewis is rock hard. All 7 cm of him.

Sexiest damn thing I have ever seen.

"Arely and I will perform for you," said Lewis.

I'm not going to tell the story, but I will say that I am pretty damned experienced, and I have never had better. And I got fucked by Hunter, Tomas, and Ruby today.

Never. Better.

"It's because you're soulmates," said Grandma. "No one has a bond like siblings." Then she took Grandpa's hand.

Well I'll be damned.

Lewis could only watch now, but Grandma and Grandpa and I are a lot closer now.

And I'm engaged.

Let's get her goin'

This is Ruby. You're probably assuming that we'd actually done a lot of research and knew exactly what Arely could do, but that's not the case. When she told the story of buying the business for a dollar, she had the job. That took spunk. And nice tits. Seriously, the nice tits helped. She showed me what she wore. A very nice conservative Navy suit, with a skirt and a short jacket. Very professional. She wore her hair up, which added years all by itself.

Then there is the blouse. Plain and white, which is perfect. Pretty opaque.

Except with certain light.

Oh I've got to let her tell the story.

My first story is about my tits

Seriously? OK, I do have nice tits for my age. Tomas seems to appreciate them. Then again, so does Walt. And Nora.

And Lewis. Oh, we use their first names now. It is less confusing. Walt and Nora are grandpa and grandma. Keep up.

So back to the day. Lewis had done all the analysis. He'd even gone to their building and was able to see the inventory from the window. It wasn't until we'd owned the place for several months that I realized there wasn't a window that could see the stock. Yes, first post, about my tits, and I'm going on a tangent.

"How did you know what the inventory was?" I asked. He laughed.

"It took you almost 4 months before you figured it out," he laughed.

"I've been busy," I said. He laughed again.

"Mostly with Tory and Rory," he laughed. "You fuck more than you work."

"Great, ain't it?" I said. I really think Rory and Tory are the other couple in our quad, but that's another tangent, so let me finish this one.

"I didn't have to see it," he said. "I could sense the opportunity was worthwhile." Now that I've read parts of the journal, I might have actually believed it.

"Under the mat?" I asked and he laughed again.

"Flowerpot. Right on top," he said.

That's my bro. My fiancé. That is my bro.

Yippee!

I had not seen one yippee in the entire story.

"Amy used it for the first time in Chapter 59. It was used again in 62 and 79. The first by Carlina, in a surprisingly sad chapter. The last one by me. A worthy time to use it too," said Ruby. Who is flying while I am typing.

"You have the entire story memorized down to the word?" I asked and she laughed.

"It is how we learn. Ask me almost anything about my education," she said.

"Third word, spelling test, this week, 2nd grade," I said.

She thought for a moment.

"Famous," she said. "I wrote I am going to be famous someday. It was right when all the shit started happening, but before they crushed my self-esteem. My teacher laughed at me for it. It's funny that you say that. She's retired now. She found a general email on the Dionysus website about a week ago and the email was routed to me. It was short and simple."

"You certainly are famous, Ruby. I regret to this day laughing at you. It was a changing point in my life, and I believe I became a better person. You certainly have accomplished much in your life and I applaud you. Please accept my apology, as I am nearing the end."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I found out she was in hospice in Tampa," she said, in such a sad voice. "I flew over as fast as I could, and they rushed me to her room. I missed her by about a minute. She never knew that I had always forgiven her."

Ruby and I arrived in Tokyo just bawling.

We went inside and took my hand and damn near ran down the hall. She turned and pulled my shirt off.

"Do yourself. It's faster," I said, in a surprisingly stern voice. I heard a noise and Ruby had just ripped her shirt off. I had the only remaining piece of clothing on between us. My panties.

Which Ruby just tore off like tissue paper. She freaking picked me up and dropped me on the bed and climbed up. She laid on me and started kissing me so freaking passionately. Her tongue is in my mouth. Our tits are rubbing. She is grinding her pussy against mine. I didn't last at all, but she hasn't cum yet. She shifted and straddled my leg and was just humping away.

Behind her, I saw a young man walk in, clearly look surprised, and spun to leave.

"Stop," I said, in my new stern voice. "If there is an interest, please fuck her. Hard. She needs it." He nodded and quickly stripped. Ruby heard it all because she got on her knees. He just slammed into her. Every time he pounded, she slid up on me about three inches, and then he pulled her back.

The feeling is incredible. We are both going over, and this guy lasted. Finally he pulled out and came between us, just drenching both Ruby and me with a hell of a lot of cum. This guy shouldn't even be able to cum yet.

A lot of cum. He backed away and picked up his clothes and left.

Leaving us to clean each other up. For a while. Then a shower, that had to be restarted three times. When ya squirt during the shower.

Finally we walked out to a pile of torn clothes. Interesting. Ruby just laughed and headed towards the bedroom door. What the hell. I followed her out and down the hall into an incredible living room. Where we found our new young friend, with a girl that could be his twin.

Nylah. Who I've met. Intimately.

Oh shit. And his parents.

I saw the little guy stand up and turn to them.

"I broke the rules," he said. "And I want to explain why. I'll accept any punishment you feel appropriate."

Queen Amy looked over his shoulder at us. Ruby nodded just a bit.

"OK," said Queen Amy. "We trust you. If you broke the rules, you needed to break the rules."

"That's it?" he said. "You trust me? What kind of parenting is that? I freaking fucked Ruby! Ah shit. I shouldn't have said that."

Which is the point that everyone in the room started laughing except Colby and me.

"And I'll bet it was glorious," said King Bob, laughing.

"Third best fuck of my life," he said, laughing now too.

"Third? I'm freaking third?" shouted Ruby. "I might accept second, but only after you turn 9. No freaking way I am third."

Colby looked at her and raised just his left eyebrow, with surprising control. Ruby got a funny look.

Then she laughed.

"OK, I accept third," she said. Which was when Nylah kissed Colby and somehow she rocked through an orgasm. Then the only other person in the room, who for some reason looks familiar, got up. I'd say 11. And she rocked through quite an orgasm from his kiss. As in they need the carpet cleaned.

Which I suspect happens a lot. Note to self. Buy high-end carpet manufacturers.

"That's a great idea," said Ruby. "You should do that."

I think she just read my mind. Well, sure.

Not being stupid, I walked over to Colby, but turned to the King and Queen.

"Amy and Bob, dear," said, well, Amy.

"Is my understanding correct that Colby kissing me through an orgasm is OK?" I asked. "I'm 13."

"Or," said Colby, managing to stretch the word out for a few seconds.

"Granted," said the young woman I forgot to mention. Sitting between Bob and Amy.

"I'm their girlfriend, Pari," she said. Of course she is.

Colby got a big smile on his face. He pointed at Ruby, Nylah, Karolina, Pari, and me and then back to the bedroom. Yes, I'd realized her name is Karolina. She's pretty famous.

Before we could even get out of the room, Amy had rolled up and onto Bob. I want me some of both of them.

"Go have fun, dear," shouted Amy. "We'll be here when you come out."

It was spectacular. Colby is skilled. Remember, he already came once.

One for Ruby, Nylah, Karolina, and me.

Then another for Nylah and one for Karolina.

The dude is skilled. Trust me.

I now realize my entire story of meeting the royal family was a tangent. Oops. I do feel a little bad because Lewis arrived a little late for our fun. Then again, he arrived with Jessica and Bill.

And disappeared for a bit.

Back to my story. This is supposed to be a story about my meeting at the bank. I did wear the simple blue suit with the opaque white top. What I didn't wear was a bra. The fabric is super soft and rubs so sensually across my nipples that they're always hard. It was a simple Zara top. Ruby told me that they'd developed the fabric to be just perfect for exactly that function. Fun all day every day.

And nipples are powerful. You'll see.

I had setup a meeting with the senior loan officer that held the asset. Lewis and I had worked hard to establish a backstory. Small private equity firm. I'm the founder and senior partner. The other photos were stock photos of a few men and women of the appropriate ages. We didn't claim to own anything we didn't. We talked up being turnaround specialists.

Which we will be.

We have a website and everything for Lewely Equity. Arwis just didn't roll off the tongue. Surely you see what we did there.

I arrived promptly for my appointment. He did the introductions, and I gave him one of my business cards. We'd actually incorporated Lewely and found some loopholes where we could legally create and own it. Lewis and me.

Let me narrate a bit. It was super simple.

"Thank you for taking the time to see me," I said, to the bank officer. "We're rapidly growing and specialize in turning around small specialty businesses. We believe Homme Mystere would be perfect for our portfolio."

"Just to be blunt, you're aware that the primary asset is inventory in what we would call unconventional lingerie," he said, and I laughed.

"Men's lingerie," I said. "Yes, it is a thing. We're taking some risk but feel the risk/reward is in our favor. You're heavily underwater, so our taking it off your books is a huge win. We're only bidding a dollar."

He laughed and has a nice laugh. Hey, I can notice things.

Something was bothering him though. I didn't want to call him on it, but we'd be working through the transaction, and an undercurrent of doubt was an issue. I'm freaking 13, but not stupid.

"Something is bothering you," I said. "We're going to be working together. Put it on the table."

To this point, he'd done an amazing job of ignoring my tits. Given my nipples are easily a centimeter long, they're way the hell out there. Good job, dude.

"I'll work through it," he said. "It is not something to discuss in this day and age."

"It is the nipples, isn't it?" I said, and he laughed.

"I have no idea what you mean," he said, with a smile.

"OK," I said. "I'll let it drop, but when this deal is closed, I expect honesty, regardless of the issue. That's how we do business."

"I am struggling that asking out a customer is totally off limits, but you enchant me," he said, all in one short breath. "However, I will manage. It is my ethical obligation."

"It is a shared interest," I said, smiling. "So let's table it for now. Let's not say no, let's say not yet."

He smiled and nodded. I handed him a dollar and signed the forms, and we own a men's lingerie company.

How freaking weird is that. You expect some old officious dude didn't you? Mid-twenties. Looks great in a suit. Hangs left.

Big enough to notice.

The good news? I just invited him to tour Homme Mystere when we get back. The better news? We'd reconfigured one of the offices as a bedroom.

And it is a consulate.

Not a story I need to tell, but let's just say it was spectacular.

I'm pretty good at it.

Ruby and I are off to Asia soon, but I'll leave that story for later. I should end with at least introducing the partners in the business. Yes, we made them full partners. Tory and Rory. They're 12-year-old twins.

Tory is a boy. Rory is a girl.

Both have exceptions for Lewis now.

Remember the bedroom? It is really handy. Then again, bent over the shipping desk. Bent over my desk. On my knees on the carpet.

Pretty much all are fair game.

I have to go on another tangent. A brilliant idea on Lewis' part and a bit unconventional. Let me setup the story. Rory and Tory arrived the day we had just finished the deal. Let me jump in there.

"Hi," I said. "We have news!"

Before the bedroom, but not before the fucking. Did I mention they were stripping while I talked? Our standard office attire is naked. That's why it took me a minute to open the front door for the Dionysus crew. I had to put on clothes.

Although I suspect I didn't really have to. We sure don't anymore!

Back to the tangent. Lewis jumped in.

"I'm the new CEO of Homme Mystere," said Lewis, and Rory screamed.

"Inditex bought us!" said Rory. "And Arely is the head of Inditex Asia! That is so cool."

"How did you know that?" I asked.

"Because it was in the news about 3 hours ago," said Tory, laughing.

"Then I'll move to the better news," I said. "Salaries have gone up." I named figures that stunned them.

"And as full partners, your share of the proceeds is significant too," I said. I named another number which pretty loudly announced they didn't need to keep their jobs anymore.

But they will. This is our business.

Then we celebrated, which takes us back to the original story. We got a little carried away and fucked our brains out on a pile of our own inventory. Not only did Tory cum all over, Rory and I squirted. That's not the big news.

Lewis came, for real, for the first time.

And it was a lot.

"Damn, that's a lot of product to throw away," said Rory.

"Nope," said Lewis. "We'll auction it off to our customers with the money going to charity."

That's just silly.

He raised over a million dollars.

Our lives are weird.

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