4 April 2022

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Fairness is, well, fair

We should have done it a long time ago. We didn't because, for us, it wasn't an issue. I'm talking about fair pay. Nowhere is it still worse than in the United States. The latest research I could find was from 2018 where women make 85 cents to men's dollar.

Nope, I found newer numbers. 81 cents. Now, this is the uncontrolled number, meaning it reflects all wages. Job for job comparison, meaning the same job, the gap is smaller, but the number of women in the higher earning jobs is smaller, so, to me, the uncontrolled number is more meaningful.

Then you layer in race.

Hispanic, Black, and Native American women make 75 cents to the white men's dollar.

Are you surprised? The gap between men of color to white men isn't as broad, but it is there.

Now, you're probably assuming this is someone with a social science background. Nope. Just a working girl. OK, that didn't come out as intended.

This is Akira. Remember, black and co-owns JetsonCars and Best Buy? And maybe the Warriors, although that might be just Camron's. Community property I suppose, although how does that work in California when three of us are married? Heck, it is California. We're not Top 100 in weird.

OK, maybe we are, given we're 15, 13, and 13. Black siblings and a white girl.

That would be a truly lousy band name. It would, however, be great porn. Trust me.

It really shouldn't be an issue for us, and I will tell you, it was. Badly. Particularly Uber, which was a freaking old boys club. Lyft was better. Best Buy was bad, particularly in the home office, but worse in the stores. Mostly white men. Chubby white men, although I don't know if that is meaningful. We saw that remember?

I have an idea how to shake things up, but it will affect all of Dionysus, at least reputationally, but make one hell of a point. You know what you need to do when something might affect all of Dionysus.

You call a council meeting. Yeah, it will be a council meeting/orgy, but that is pretty much implied for us. No Zoom meetings for us, although I suppose that would work in an emergency. Maybe we need cock controlled remote dildos. You pound someone and it gets duplicated in your remote partner with a dildo.

OK, I'll talk to Lawrence about that one. It sure would make Zoom meetings better. Sorry I was on mute could be replaced with sorry I was remote fucking Akira and got distracted.

Nah, we'd just fuck whoever happened to be in the room with us. Our UPS delivery guy happened to drop off a package one day when I was alone and horny.

I'll come back to that. And the dildo idea. It might work.

Right now, Mona, Camron, and I are on our way to Sydney, where the council meeting is being held. Why Sydney? Hell if I know, but hey, Sydney. It is an amazing home on the water, looking out over Sydney harbor. Did I mention the nude beach?

Got it. Sydney is a great place to meet new people. New naked people. We like new naked people.

That could be my election slogan. I like new naked people.

It would probably resonate. Like I would ever run for anything.

The other reason might be that there was a big open field at the Sydney property. Let's face it, we're bringing a lot of freaking planes, although some people tried to plane pool. It doesn't quite roll off the tongue like carpool, does it? The three of us did.

Given I see an E-111 already on the ground, others clearly did, too. We walked into the house and out on to the lanai and it appears we're one of the last to arrive.

"Nah," said Jessica, who happened to walk by. Naked. "We all came early."

Yes, we all laughed. Came early. Telling Bob.

"He's heard it. Over and over," said Jessica. Darn it. Bob rewards good jokes.

"Dad rewards breathing," said Jessica.

"Point taken," I said.

Did I mention Jessica is naked? Damn, she is gorgeous.

"I have an exception for the weekend, too," she said, with a smile. I leaned down and kissed her. Passionately.

Sorry for the wet spot on the porch. Below both of us.

Of course I am naked, too. We all are. Lawrence added the coolest tech to the forcefields surrounding the property. We can see out, but to anyone on the outside, it is opaque, at least right now. What I particularly love is that there is a sign about 5 feet out from the force field, explaining how it works and that if you step on the other side of the sign, you will be able to see everything.

We don't mind an audience. We just don't want them to be surprised. I think it is pretty common knowledge, now, that if a family is watching, they might get invited in.

I like new naked people™. We all do. Nude beach, right. They've already passed the nudity fence and are watching us fuck. Not a literal nudity fence. Just that the family is nude. And no, I didn't really trademark that slogan.

But I might.

Hey, we can see out, remember? Right in front of the glass. Here's the cool thing. We can also magnify them from our side. You might be 6 feet tall, but from our side, you can be 20 feet tall.

Makes for an impressive cock.

I might be distracted because they already had three families pretty big.

Damn, that cock. On what appears to be an 8-year-old or so. He's casually stroking it, too. He knows we can see. He doesn't care.

All of the sudden, the fence went dark.

Darn it. The meeting is starting, and I haven't even been fucked yet. I guess I need to find a seat.

There's a nice one.

Sitting on Luca's cock. Come on. Fucking and meeting is pretty common. I'm facing out, so I can still talk. And moan. And occasionally orgasm. OK, frequently.

Luca. I said Luca.

Mona is bouncing on Amai's cock, next to Camron who is bouncing on Juanita's. Mona and Camron are holding hands and timing their bounces.

"Down," said Amy, firmly. We all settled down onto the cock on which we were sitting. You kind of have to for the meeting to actually happen.

"Akira, you called this meeting. You're between us and inviting those three families in," said Amy.

No pressure.

"I have a suggestion to put pressure on companies regarding race and gender pay disparity," I said. "This is a one-time thing to push the movement faster. It isn't intended to be a long-term solution. Phary's on that. It is sticking in a knife and twisting a bit."

"Well, I like the sound of that," said Ruby, to laughter from everyone.

"Good, because you and Belen are part of the plan," I said.

"Why us?" asked Belen, who is, at the moment, sitting on Jameis' cock. I suppose I should have mentioned that Ruby is sitting on Jesse. Her Dad. They look nice together.

I'd do him. Yeah, you laugh. I've never been with Jesse. Purely a coincidence. Ruby hopped up and pulled me off Luca and over to her dad.

So I sat down. Wouldn't you? Ruby didn't exactly lose out since she took my spot on Luca. I was curious and looked around. There's Tomas. Sitting on Maite.

That's a big dildo. That his sister is wearing.

"Back to my question. Why Ruby and me?" asked Belen.

"Because the three of us are going to put out a joint press release that in an effort to reverse centuries of disparity, we are considering paying people of color and women 25% more than white men and women of color can combine it to receive 50% more," I said.

"We already pay really well and there are no disparities in any of our companies," said Belen. Ruby nodded.

"Did you catch my phraseology?" I asked.

"I did," said Ruby. "You want to create the firestorm, but not actually do it. You said considering. Why? What's the end game?"

"Exposure," I said. "Across the board. Support it with information on the problem and call out specific companies. That's what Phary would do. We're just lighting the bonfire."

"You're hoping for Congress to call you," said Bob. "The three of you. You would simply destroy them."

Bob gets it.

"Oh, hell yes," said Ruby. "I'm in. Let's do a joint statement."

Belen laughed.

"Oh, me too," said Belen. "But it will take a number of meetings and input from a lot of people to craft the right wording."

"I have a draft written," I said.

"No you don't," said Belen. "Think through what I said."

Oh.

"While I love the sentiment, and given I am sitting on Jesse's cock at the moment, I fully support the reasoning. And like Jesse's cock," I said. I was interrupted by the entire group yelling "Jesse's cock".

Bill got it out first.

"Jinx!" yelled Leslie.

"Bill already called it dear," said Amy.

"Yeah, but he can't kiss everyone," said Leslie. "I'm the backup kisser. I'll kiss everyone else." Then she shook her breasts and we all moaned.

"And thus, the backup kisser was born," said Grace. Leslie kissed her first. We all watched.

I learned three new things. And what's with the spatulas in every drawer?

Oh. That's weird. I'm trying that.

I felt a tap on my arm. Jesse is holding a spatula.

"We all agree," said Amy. "You, Belen, and Ruby can work it out."

That's when Jesse showed me exactly how to use the spatula. Who knew that it was such a versatile device? Just then a young man walked up. One that we had seen on the outside.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Stellen and I'm 10. May I show you something else to do with the spatula? You might already know." A young woman walked up and stood next to him. It was pretty obvious they were siblings.

"Oh good," said Stellen. "I can demonstrate on Starla."

"Hi," said Starla. "I'm his sister. I'm 11."

Starla. Oh god, Starla. Stellen is adorable and has an impressive 5-inch (13 cm) uncut cock for his age, but Starla. Good god. Nipple bumps that are not quite puffies.

But close.

A slit and a clit with just a hint of puffiness.

Stellen showed us something new with Starla, who clearly liked it.

"I'm not sure I can physically do that," said Jesse.

He can. He did.

He liked it so much that his cum was huge and sprayed at least 10 people nearby.

For whom Stellen and Starla called cleanup.

Council meetings are fun.

Today is the day

We're releasing a statement on our website, in the In the news section. That's the only place we're putting it. We're curious how long before someone in the media picks it up. Akira at the pen.

We spent more time on what order our names should be than the content of the press release. I wanted Ruby first, or if not Ruby, then Belen. They're so much better known.

They both wanted me first. My idea, but their point was that the black woman should go first.

"Let's just go alphabetical," said Ruby. OK, that made me laugh.

"Fine," I said. "Alphabetical."

Akira, Belen, Ruby. We have last names, but we never use them and honestly, I doubt many people know them. Belen. Ruby. Well-known.

Me?

Maybe.

In recognition of centuries of mistreatment, the kingdom is considering salary scales that seek to rebalance the situation. Women and people of color would make 20% more than their white male counterparts. Women of color could combine the two and would make 40% more. We decided on 20/40.

It hit the wire service, verbatim, in 17 seconds. AP beat Reuters by 2 seconds.

OANN was already screaming about it.

Somebody in Congress was paying attention. Probably to OANN. We were requested to testify before Congress at 34 seconds.

It has been interesting. Ever since the debacle of 2016, both parties hold subpoena power. They usually execute it fairly.

Unless they get an opportunity to abuse powerful young people. There are fewer and fewer right-wing extremists, but they're not gone.

Oh, and they want us tomorrow. My gut says that they hoped to catch us off guard and would show the empty chambers where we didn't show up. Come on. We started this fight. We're not running from it.

Now we have to decide what to wear. Naked was my idea, but I got voted down.

"Not that I object to naked," said Ruby. "But is there anyone in that room you really want looking at you naked?"

"Clothes it is," I said. We were just kidding. We'd already picked outfits. I'm wearing a simple wrap dress in off white, with splashes of colorful flowers. Hard to describe but it pops against my skin. Belen is wearing a skirt and jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. She's still not a fan of bras.

None of us are.

Ruby. Now, there is Ruby. Ruby is wearing a simple knit dress. Not too small, not too big.

Just fucking perfect. In a deep pink. Completely opaque.

I have never seen anyone sexier in my life.

And then there is Nylah. You have to bring your attorney, right? She so wanted to wear a romper. She finally compromised on a dark blue skirt with a simple white top. I do think the pigtail French braids might have been a bit much, but Nylah is gorgeous. Yeah, we talk about Jessica, but Nylah is just as beautiful. It's a hell of a family, let me tell you.

We allowed ourselves plenty of time and landed on the National Mall. Yes, we have a permit to do it and no we don't park the plane there. It hops back over to The Falls. It will pick us up. We went in and presented ourselves at security, who didn't believe for a minute that we were testifying. I admit, we look kind of like a reboot of Charlie's Angels. The White chick, the Black chick, and the Hispanic chick.

"You know," said Belen. "This would work a lot better if we were all in 6-inch (15 cm) hooker heels."

"Sorry," she said to the security guard. He's going to be uncomfortable. He shrugged. By the way, he's Demond. Nametag don't ya know. It wasn't him hassling us. It was his partner. Demond is simply gorgeous.

"Not that sorry," he said. "I know who you are, but it is fun watching them do all this."

He had a point.

"Want to come over and have your way with all three of us tonight?" said Ruby. "Bring the family."

"How do you know I have a family?" he asked.

"The wedding ring implied a spouse," said Ruby. "But you have at least one teenage daughter."

"Two," he said. "13 and 14. How?"

"Because you tried really hard to not be turned on by us," said Ruby. "You failed, which is a compliment, by the way, but you tried. You're conflicted as hell about your feelings for your daughters and they're pissed because they want to go to Georgetown now."

"How in the fuck?" he said, a little harder.

"Listen, I didn't know any of those things. They were educated guesses," said Ruby. "Bring the family over for dinner. We'll all wear clothes and have a good open dialogue and answer any questions you want. Then if the stars align, we'll all get naked and damn hear kill you. Six on one.

"Six on three," he said. "Both girls have a twin brother."

Oh boy.

"Six on one," said Nylah. "They're young enough for me. You can't have them."

The guard just stared, likely wondering whether she was serious. She is 7. Then she hit him with a smile. Honestly, of us all, the most powerful smile. He closed his eyes. Fast.

"Where?" he said, with his eyes still closed.

"The Falls," I said. "Google it. And you can open your eyes."

"I know where it is," he said. "Everyone knows where it is since President Chris stayed there."

"7 o'clock," said Ruby. "We'll have food. Plan for the weekend if things go how they should. We'll go somewhere."

"What should we pack?" he said.

"Nothing," said Ruby. "We have everything you need. Toiletries, swim towels. You're all set."

"You didn't mention clothes," he said, with a smile.

"You won't need clothes," said Ruby. "At all."

He screwed his eyes shut and took deep breaths. He finally opened them with a smile.

We finally made it to the room and were seated at the front. They made us wait. And wait. And wait. Ruby, Belen, and I got more and more upset, but not Nylah. I finally asked.

"Why aren't you upset?" I asked.

"Because they are playing a fool's game," said Nylah. "They think they're showing their power over us, but study after study shows that the waiting game is for the benefit of the person waiting and the less they let their frustration grow, the bigger the failure. It mostly means that they'll grandstand today, but nothing will happen. What could happen?"

Finally, over an hour after this was supposed to start, they filed in.

The leader of this little effort is a smarmy little guy from Alabama, one of the last holdouts voting for smarmy little guys. Jeff. I'm going to call him Jeff. He lost an election and then came roaring back. Damn, he's old.

"Do you have an opening statement?" he said, all smarmy.

"Before we get started, we'll be expecting an apology from you, Jeff," I said. I shouldn't have, but I did. "You kept us waiting for over an hour, Jeff, and didn't even have the courtesy to apologize. You're an employee of the people, Jeff, you should be more mindful of your employer's time, Jeff."

"It is Senator to you," he shouted.

"Now, Jeff," I responded. "We all run major corporations and our employees are like our families. You know how that is, Jeff? Family members use first names. We always use first names with our employees, Jeff. Given that's you, I'll stick with Jeff."

I think his head is about to explode. So much for him to process. A little girl challenging him. A black woman challenging him. Disrespecting him. What in the world will he do?

"I will toss you in jail for contempt," he shouted.

"No you won't," said Nylah, softly.

"Who the fuck are you?" said Jeff.

Before Nylah could respond, Ruby jumped in.

"Hold up," she said, looking to the stenographer. "Did the word fuck just go into the Congressional record accurately? Because if it didn't, then it is not representing the character and attitude of Jeff accurately. You'll need to add a note correcting the record."

The stenographer just stared at Ruby and then got a small smile and typed for a bit. Then she nodded at Ruby.

"OK then," said Ruby. "Go ahead, Nylah."

That's when Jeff realized who Nylah was and possibly that his political career was about to burst into flames.

Nylah has a reputation. In the last case she tried before the US Supreme Court, she made both Justice Gorsuch and Justice Kavanaugh cry. I checked. It is accurately reflected in the record. Justices Gorsuch and Kavanaugh are visibly crying.

And the source of oh so many memes.

"My name is Princess Nylah of Dionysus," she said, in her Princess voice.

"I practice," thought Nylah, to me. OK, Ruby's snort implied it did not just go to me.

"I am the attorney for all three people you have called to testify," said Nylah. "I will vet your questions prior to their answering. Your threat of jailing them is also laughable. You absolutely know that all four of us travel under diplomatic passports. I could run up there and bite your nose off and the worst you could do is send me home."

"But I wouldn't do that, now would I?" said Nylah, with a smile. I swear her canine teeth look long and sharpened, just a little.

"They're temporary caps," thought Nylah. "They're pretty subtle if you don't look closely. I think they're hilarious."

Me too, Nylah. It is going to be a thing now, too. Surely she knows that.

"I own the company that makes them," thought Nylah. "It is the first thing in my new Nylah brand." Of course it is.

"I'll make the opening statement," said Ruby. Whose nipples are just hammering out the front of her dress. Hot damn. She is sexy and excited.

This is going to be fun.

"Once again you have called citizens of another country to testify in your little daytime soap opera. You have no jurisdiction over anything we do, and you know it. This is performance art and I wanted to ensure everyone watching understands that your power to do absolutely anything related to the four of us or our entire country is zero. Nada. Nothing. We're here, frankly, because it entertains us. We're powerful young women that wield power of which you have dreamed and will never achieve. We are using our wealth for the betterment of the world, including the people like me that live in it. We're a welcoming society and live in a world where our primary goal is to be nice to each other and make sure that everyone in our culture has everything they need to live happy, healthy productive lives. You're still actively oppressing people that look like me, and by you I mean literally you and people like you. So we're here, having fun, looking good, and we're going to eviscerate you. Thank you, Jeff," said Ruby. She just spat out the word Jeff.

All in one breath.

Then he laughed. Holy mother of God, the idiot laughed. On national television.

"You say I have no power and you are mistaken," said Jeff. "We can shut down your operations in North America in a heartbeat."

"You could," said Belen. "It would be wildly illegal and an act of war against a sovereign nation but let me tell you how that would work out. First, and foremost, we employ over 34 million people, which is getting close to 25% of the US workforce. If you shut down our companies, your unemployment rate would immediately jump to almost 30%. We're pretty confident that would have an impact on you, Jeff. But let's take it to the next step. How would you do it? You absolutely know that our properties in the US operate under consulate law. It has been argued before your Supreme Court, by my friend Nylah here, and was voted on 9-0 in our favor. That was no party line victory, Jeff, it was a landslide in our favor. So you'll declare our businesses closed and we will 100% completely ignore you and welcome people to work. But what if you're determined? Will you post troops around our businesses? There are almost 5,000 Walmarts. There are 1,800 Targets. There are schools and shopping centers. There are community centers. Daycares. Afterschool care. Restaurants. Grocery stores. Tens of thousands of locations. Are you going to surround the place people work, buy their food, and send their children to school over your petty partisan bullshit?"

"Language!" shouted Jeff.

"Dude, you said the word fuck into the Congressional record," said Belen. "I'm not sure you're in a position to criticize."

"What happens," I said. "When something goes wrong at one of those Walmarts or Targets, or worse, schools? Tempers flare. Bottles are allegedly thrown. Guns are fired. Troops mowing down civilians that just want a package of diapers at their Walmart. And we both know, with absolute certainty, that the innocent person shot will be a person of color. Someone like me. Just. like. me. So shut the fuck up about anything you think you're going to do and ask us some questions we can answer."

He chose to move on. A good choice.

"You released a press release that you are going to pay women and people of color more than white men," said Jeff.

"Objection," said Nylah. "There is no press release that is represented by your statement. What you said is not true."

"I have it right here!" said Jeff, waving it in the air.

"Then you should read it," said Nylah. "You're allegedly an attorney, Jeff. You should be able to find your mistake."

Allegedly? That was harsh. Funny, but harsh.

He put those little cheater glasses on which make him look funny. He read it through.

"I accurately reflected the main points of the document," he said, all huffily.

"And we both know you didn't," said Nylah. She waited him out.

"Considering. You're considering paying women and n...people of color more," said Jeff. Really, Jeff. You had to catch yourself?

"Yes," I said. "We did."

Then we waited.

"You can't do that," he shouted. "It's unfair."

"Yes we can," I responded. "We can do anything we want. We could pay someone an extra dollar an hour if their name has a Q in it."

"That one is entirely legal in the US," commented Nylah.

"Really?" I said to Nylah. "Then we need to do that."

Nylah just nodded. People watching this with Q in their name are excited.

We saw, and heard, Jeff pound the gavel. Why does he get the gavel? Did he just? No. I think he did. He's rubbing his nose.

I think he just bopped himself in the nose with the gavel. It was really quick. He looks a little startled.

I looked at them one by one. Belen, Ruby, Nylah. All capable of making him bop himself in the nose. Stoicism. Their looks could be in the dictionary as the definition of stoic.

It was glorious. Belen snorted. Just a little.

Busted.

"Doing that violates US law," he said, in a pompous voice. I'll bet he practices it.

"Maybe," I said.

"But it doesn't matter," added Ruby.

"Because none of our business locations are in the US," said Belen.

"Not a one," I added.

"Consulates," said Ruby, Belen, and me. All at once.

And on national TV, Belen said jinx. Out loud.

Which resulted in nearly two-thirds of the people in the room moaning. Followed by the other third that were a little slower in picking up who would be kissing who.

Then a woman near the back was a little loud in her orgasm. She blushed a bit.

"Sorry," she said, with a little wave.

Now, this is a real soap opera. You didn't count on the anonymous woman having a loud orgasm during the testimony. That would have been a winner in testimony bingo.

"So, we're at an impasse," said Jeff. I admit, all four of us laughed.

"Now, Jeff," I said. "You just need to admit that four powerful young woman, including a Hispanic girl and a Black girl, just put you in your place. We schooled you. You have nothing and we have everything. You sure as hell don't want to put the people of the second most powerful military in the world at risk, now would you?"

Sometimes you throw out the bait and they still don't bite.

Sometimes they do.

"Second! We have the most powerful military in the world," shouted Jeff, with agreement from around his table.

We all remained stoic

Until Ruby snorted. Followed immediately by the word shit.

You're up, friend. We knew this one would come up and thought it was time.

"If you believe that, then you have not been paying attention. People from our country have been kicking your military's ass since Princess Leslie won her first Top Gun at 11. Hell, I won, too," said Ruby. "But that's not the point. You do not have a weapon in your armory that could ever be effective against our country. You could fire ever nuclear missile in your inventory at us, all at the same time, and nothing would reach us. Between our shield technology, our ion guns, and our cloaking skills, we would overwhelm you."

"Now, that's just hooey," said Jeff.

"Hooey it is not," said Belen. And then she uncloaked the small drone that is hovering about 5 feet in front of Jeff. Pointing at him.

He screamed. Then his gavel disappeared.

Then it cloaked again. It uncloaked sitting on our table.

"That thing, that thing just vaporized my gavel," he shouted.

"Now, here's the thing, Jeff," I said. "That thing is just a surveillance drone and has no weaponry. We have the technology to reach into this room and selectively vaporize your gavel. It could just as easily vaporized you. If you put troops around a Walmart, their weaponry would just vanish. Then their belt buckles. Let's hope none of their pants are just a little too big. Especially if they're commando. Commando commandos. Commandos going commando."

I am having too much fun and while we can actually do that, it was easier for me with my earrings, so technically I fired a weapon in a hearing room in the Capitol.

Jeff just sat there.

"Let's talk about a dogfight, Jeff," said Ruby. "Your best planes top out at about Mach 2. Say 1,500 miles per hour. Our business jets are faster than that. A lot faster. Our slowest plane can break Mach 30. We are more powerful in every single measure than the US and it is about time that people that don't want war are the ones that would be the most powerful in a war."

We had decided to not mention the Starships.

"Would you like to get on to the actual topic now?" I said. "Perhaps an example would be good. You pay your campaign chair 40% less than your assistant campaign chair. Why?"

"Because the assistant chair is more experienced," he said.

"Then why are they not in charge?" I asked.

Here is his dilemma. He has made it a campaign issue that his campaign chair is a woman. A Stepford wives' kind of woman, but the female gender.

"So did you promote her above her level of competence?" asked Ruby. "Or just willfully under pay her."

"That's a tough one, isn't it, Jeff?" I asked. "Were you discriminating against the woman or the man?"

"Let's talk about another one," said Ruby. Oh she wouldn't. Would she? We do a lot of diligence before we do something like this. Jeff was the most likely to call us before a committee. So we know a lot about Jeff.

"You keep your wife on a weekly allowance, and yet you pay her 25% less a week than you do your boyfriend," said Ruby. I guess she is. "Is it because your boyfriend is male or that your wife is a woman? It seems a bit unfair, now doesn't it? She's stood by you for years, and your personal trainer gets more. You need to get to the gym more, Jeff. You haven't been in months. Or is it training you're doing in his apartment?"

"All night," added Ruby.

"A lot," added Ruby, again.

He so wanted to bang his gavel. Nylah reached into her briefcase and came out with a gavel.

"You're predictable," said Nylah. She walked around the table, clearly holding the gavel, and walked towards Jeff.

And was promptly tackled by a security guard. No, let me correct at that. A security guard, of the male persuasion, and quite large, forcibly launched himself to tackle Nylah. He hit her from the side.

And it did not move her a fraction of an inch. It didn't even slow her down. He flopped right onto the ground. Hard. As in dazed. Nylah continued on and handed the gavel to Jeff, who was just staring at her, possibly a little scared.

Justifiably so.

Nylah turned back and by now the guard was up onto his knees. Nylah stopped and held out her hand to him and, I suspect, out of habit he took it.

And she pulled him right to his feet. He's easily in the 250 pound range. 110 kilos.

He could have been a feather.

She came back and sat down.

"How do I know this doesn't have a bomb in it!" shouted Jeff and waving the gavel.

"Jeff, I wouldn't even need to leave this chair to vaporize you, Jeff," said Nylah. "Why would I risk carrying a bomb? That's just silly."

What? Did she. OK, I couldn't help myself. I'm laughing. They're on an elevated podium, so one thing we can see is their feet.

Jeff no longer has a left sock. Just the left one.

Nice touch there, Nylah.

"Not me," thought Nylah.

"Or me," thought Ruby.

"Or me," thought Belen.

Then the four of us heard the cackle. In our heads.

Jessica.

"The hearings are televised," thought Jessica. "This is too fun."

Yes, my friend, it is.

The funny thing is that some of the other members of the committee started asking actual questions and it turned into a real educational opportunity. I truly believe that many on the committee and, hopefully, some that will read about it, will learn something. No, we never implemented it, tempting as it might be.

Jeff didn't learn anything. He got a new gavel to replace his old gavel and he lost a sock. That was it. He still despises us.

Maybe Belen gets a pass, being all white and such.

Nylah is complicated for Jeff. She's white, which is good. She's a girl which is bad, except for childbearing. She's powerful which is good. And bad. Really bad.

Nylah is a hoot. Nylah is also talented. Ask me how I know.

Damn, that was fun

I love this shit. I am freaking dripping. I hope no one trips. Tile floor. No panties. Dripping.

That would suck.

Oh, this is Ruby. You pretty much can't wear anything under this dress. It isn't tight, exactly, but it is form fitting. Even I admit I look sexy. The session ended early. Ha! The Sessions.

That one goes to Bob and those of you not from the US have no idea what I am talking about. Bob will. Bob will reward me. Bob and me together is pretty powerful. Amy usually joins in.

So does Pari. And Tomas.

Time might actually stand still.

So anyway, it ended early and was just in time for an early lunch. We decided to eat in the Capitol Cafe, which is the big cafeteria right in the Capitol building. We found our way to the visitor center and then into the cafe. We still find it unbelievable, but as we are walking, we're always aware of the buzz. Sometimes it is Belen. Sometimes me. More often Akira than she realizes. She's such a powerful person.

Often it is Nylah, though. Princess Nylah. She actually led the way. Head held high. Kind of a strut.

I may never have been turned on more.

Just as we got near the cafeteria, a security guard stepped into our path.

"No children allowed without their chaperone," he said, in an imperious voice.

Then he just slid to the side. Just moved out of our way. Nylah didn't even slow down. Just kept on struttin'. What we failed to notice was that he called for reinforcements. By the time we got all the way to the cafe, there must have been a dozen of them.

Who slid into two rows of six each. And saluted.

We walked right through them. Nylah wasn't fucking around. Now, later...

The funny thing is they just gave up at that point. I suspect when a dozen guards are being held in place and forced to salute, it might be time to reconsider whether stopping four young women is worth it. It isn't like we look dangerous. Even though we are. Between the four of us, there was pretty much nothing we couldn't do. If we wanted the entire Senate to come out of their chambers and sing a Taylor Swift song, then they would sing the damn Taylor Swift song.

"Tempting," said Nylah. "Really tempting. Although I'd be more inclined to make it WAP." If you don't understand the reference, Google it, but it is really, really not safe for work. Hilarious, but not safe for work. Suddenly Nylah stopped abruptly. We damn near mowed her down. She turned and looked at us.

"We should do a cover," said Nylah, laughing. Oh God. We should.

We got in line and realized the buzz had started. Different people were focusing on each of us. Usually aligned by ethnicity. What can I say, we're in the US. We decided to split up and join what are obviously class trips. The funny thing is that their chaperones clearly didn't know everyone because they literally didn't notice we joined them. I'll pass the pen to Nylah since she had the most fun. They did notice her.

Glow in the dark

I joined a group that I quickly learned was local to DC. The title is accurate. It is an entirely Black group, down to all the chaperones.

I am so white it can be blinding. There was a seat open between a student and a chaperone and I sat down in it. Hey, public cafeteria, right?

The chaperone immediately objected and pointed out this was a field trip. The student on my other side snorted.

Your move, dude. Yeah, he's about 11 and sexy AF. In Dionysus, we'd already be naked, and I'd be bent over the table. Hey, I'm a horny little thing.

I waited him out and he laughed.

"Mom," he said. "This is a rare opportunity to meet royalty. We really should let her stay." Oh joy, the chaperone is his mom. Except she isn't just a chaperone.

She's the principal of their school.

"Royalty?" asked his mom.

He laughed again.

"Princess Nylah, meet my mom, Zari," said Taye. "I am Taye. She is the principal of our school and a fine educator. She would be an outstanding leader in the school district under different circumstances."

Sadly, my gut tells me that the entire leadership is going to turn out to be white.

Zari is just sitting there staring.

"We prefer that you partner rather than delegate," I said to Taye. "After all, your idea." Taye laughed.

"You have to take your shot," said Taye.

"And you wasted it on that," I said. "Well played, since you know there is a reasonable likelihood that I will reward you, along with my friends."

Not only did Taye moan, Ayona next to him did as well.

"May I introduce my twin sister, Ayona," said Taye. Oh boy. I like twins.

"I will have to introduce you both to my twin, Colby, and our fiancé, Karolina," I said, with my best smile. They both moaned, a bit, and then Ayona mewed through a small orgasm.

Zari noticed. She looked at Ayona, then me, then back to Ayona.

"Wow," said Zari. Yeah, what can I say. Smiles, ya know. Zari recovered quickly.

"What were you talking about?" said Zari. "It made sense to you, but not Ayona and me."

Ayona snorted. We love it. We do! I waited her out and she laughed.

"I have got to learn to control that snort," said Ayona, still laughing.

"What they were talking about Mom is Taye buying the local school district," said Ayona. "And converting it into a Dionysus school system, with Taye running it." She looked at me.

"Georgetown, too?" asked Ayona. I just shrugged. We do already own it.

"Schools aren't my thing," I said. "Up to the two of you and Pari."

"The two of us?" asked Ayona. I just raised my eyebrows. It is one of my best moves. Dad shrugs. I've got the eyebrow thing.

We just left it there.

"The three of us should discuss this in more detail," said Ayona. "It will be a long discussion, I'm sure. Probably late into the night."

"I love a good discussion," said Taye, with a smile.

Discuss me, baby.

Didn't work that well, but you get my meaning.

I am going to discuss them both. Still didn't work. You still get my meaning.

Akira joined a group

Akira here. I fit in better with my group. They're from Baltimore Polytechnic. The best school in the district. It is also 67% Black compared to the school district 79%. The school district is 8% White, but this school is 17%.

Shocker.

It was damn clear they didn't know all their students because I sat down, and no one said a word. I turned to the young man next to me and worked hard to suppress my swoon.

I suspect pheromones are shooting through the room. In my case, I'm dripping a bit, and, well, smell like sex.

I am confident he knows.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Germaine. An honor to meet you. We even came on this field trip in a JetsonBus."

"You came on the field trip," I said, with a smile. Yes, stupid. Yes, I'll tell Bob.

"There is still opportunity," said Germaine, smiling back at me. Pardon me while I vibrate a bit.

"You know," he said. "We're supposed to go to the bathroom in pairs, and a boy is supposed to escort a girl." OK, we'll deal with the implied sexism in that later, but for now, take advantage of it. Germaine stood up.

"I'm escorting her to the restroom," he said. The chaperones were all clustered at the other end of the table and barely acknowledged what he said. So, inattentive, sexist chaperones.

Noted.

He headed towards the big sign and I was right beside him.

"Do you think they have a family restroom?" I asked.

"I've been on this tour before," said Germaine. "I know they do."

OK, I snorted. Come on. Nicely played, dude. We went down the hall and, sure enough, a family bathroom. Germaine opened the door and we walked in.

To Belen getting just pounded by a gorgeous Hispanic young man.

Germaine snicked the lock.

"Guess I forgot that step," said Belen, just as she rolled into one hell of an orgasm.

While Germaine and I stripped.

We had a little orgy in the bathroom.

It was spectacular. Probably not a regular occurrence in the Capitol bathroom.

Germaine's snort implied otherwise.

And that he read me.

"Permission," I said. He looked appropriately chastened.

And I got to use the word chastened.

We sat back down and the girl on the other side of Germaine snorted softly.

Time for Germaine to escort another girl. And off they go.

Stamina there dude. I turned to the other end of the table.

"Why do I have to have a boy escort me?" I asked. One of the chaperones looked up from their phone.

"Because that's the rule," she said.

"And that's not an answer to the question, now is it?" I said. She looked confused. Ah, a rule follower.

"Your question is inappropriate," said another chaperone. A male chaperone.

"Why?" I asked. "I was polite and respectful. I am not challenging anything, just asking the purpose of the rule."

"To keep you safe," he said, and looked back to his phone.

"And you assume because I am a girl I require protection," I said. "Groups I get. At least two people. But why a boy and a girl? You even let the boys go by themselves, which is a terrible idea."

"I'm pretty close to suspending you and sending you back to school in a JetsonCar," he said.

The girl on the other side of me snorted.

You've involved now girl. She laughed and turned to me.

"Really?" she said. I just nodded. I learned from the master. She laughed.

"You literally do not know who she is, do you?" she said. "You live such a sheltered life that a random Black teenager can sit at our table and you do not even know she does not go to our school. Even worse, you don't recognize the owner of JetsonCars. We got here due to the generosity of her free field trip bus program. Good grief. What's worse is that you likely didn't recognize her because to you, all Black girls look alike."

Did I mention he is white?

"You have to leave if you are not part of our school," said the man.

"Then I'll ask the question," she said. "Why is that a rule?"

"One more word and you're the one suspended," he said, brusquely

Come on. Brusquely.

She turned to me.

"You should just buy our school system and fire him," she said. "I'm Kenisha, by the way."

"You know our rules. I know you do," I said.

"Point me in the right direction," she said, with a smile. I suspect I might have been setup. I am just fine with that. Just then my phone buzzed. I looked at it and showed her the screen.

"Baltimore school district acquisition is complete," it said. "Press release announcing Kenisha as the superintendent hit the wires."

We're pretty good at this. I give Kenisha incredible credit. She just nodded, with a small smile and turned to him.

"There have been some recent changes in the school district," she said. "I am afraid your services will no longer be required. There will be a JetsonCar waiting outside to take you back to the school to collect your things." She looked at me and I just smiled.

I'd already ordered the car.

He laughed. That is never the right reaction.

"Oh my God," said one of the other chaperones, looking up from her phone. She turned to the dude.

"If she says you're fired, you're fired," she said, in a tone that clearly says that is an outcome she endorses. She turned her phone to him. All the color, what little there was, drained from his face. Just then a guard walked up and stood next to him and nodded.

The guard turned to me and winked before he led him away.

I have no idea how Bob got an actual guard uniform for the US Capitol building.

"Who is in charge now?" I asked, and the women that just told him to leave raised her hand.

"I guess that would be me," she said. "I'm the Assistant Principal."

"Not anymore," said Kenisha. "Congratulations on your promotion." Kenisha turned to me and smiled.

"I know a setup when I see it," I said.

"You have to grab the opportunity," she said, with a laugh.

Yes, you do.

"For example, I won't be going back with them tonight if there is an interest in my joining you at your hotel," she said.

Now, that sounds like a plan.

And it was.

I fit right in

Ruby here. I chose a Hispanic group. At least some. It turns out they're from Passaic, New Jersey. They're from Little Falls Township school #3. They are not imaginative with their names. It is also a school for just 3rd and 4th grade and the best school in the district.

Of course it is. We wouldn't want the lower performing kids to get this opportunity for a field trip, now would we? The school is 71% White, even though the district is majority Hispanic.

Another shocker. But this all sucks. Big time.

Sometimes things are just so clear. We can't fix everything, but we can fix what crosses our paths.

I sat down with my tray to absolutely no reaction from any chaperone. Every student clearly knew exactly who I am. They also didn't let out a peep.

Ya gotta love discretion.

I started up a conversation with the small group around me. I sat between a young man, around 10 and a young woman who is also around 10.

"I'm Tobi with an I," she said. "And I'm 10. He's Noby with a Y and 10. My brother from another mother."

Pretty easy to identify, given Noby is Hispanic and Tobi is White.

"Are your parents going to object when you marry?" I asked.

"Nope," said Noby. "Our families are very close."

"Stop it," I said, with some heat. "You can't risk it yet."

"Yet?" said Noby and Tobi together. Tobi got it out first.

"You can pay that off later," I said.

"Oh we will," said Noby.

"There is a family restroom," said Tobi.

Just a little moan slipped out.

"We're going to the bathroom," said Tobi, to an adult at the end of the table. He didn't even look up from his phone.

I am not stupid. I followed them. We got to the bathroom just as Belen and Akira came out. I steered them right back in, with the people they are with.

It was spectacular.

We finally made it back to the table. We'd moved fast, so to speak.

For example, I am squish squish. In two places.

I swallowed the third.

"So," said Tobi, as we sat down. "How do we fix our problem with our families?"

"You know," said Noby. "I'll bet the superintendent of schools lives in a consulate."

"Yep," I said, attacking my lunch.

That announcement went out, too. Co-superintendents.

The wedding will be soon.

I guess that leaves me

Belen here. Yeah, another white girl and not even an American. I am sure you are aghast. At least this group knew who I am. Although it was a cute little Hispanic dude that outted me. I could have fit right in.

This groups is from the Lyles-crouch Elementary School in Alexandria, Virginia, which is near DC. Surprise, a magnet school. What did surprise me is that it is two-thirds Hispanic. Good on them. You already know that Elvis and I visited the bathroom.

Yes, Elvis.

And yes, Elvis is the new superintendent. There is a reason we all had lunch here.

This story continues, but I'll stop here. It is getting a bit long. I will share that the next thing that happened was Kyrsten came into the cafeteria. With Paz.

I wonder if they need to use the bathroom?

Cheerleader memories

Morgan here. I was reading one of the early journal entries and Dad made a throw away comment about how I probably had cheerleading stories.

I do.

So does Leslie.

And Chris.

OK, Orlando does, too. There was one time in a helicopter... OK, I'll let him tell his own stories.

So we thought we'd bring in the way back machine and tell my stories.

Do you want to hear about the all-girl orgy first? Or how about the time Chris, Leslie, Brittney, and I entertained the entire high school soccer team. No, that's not right, one boy didn't come. Or cum. Just ten of them.

That was a night.

Or maybe you want to hear about the game where Leslie and Chris cheered commando.

Did you know Ruby was a cheerleader, too? On her elementary school cheer squad. Maybe she should tell the story about taking the virginity of the captain of the boys' basketball team. Along with the two co-captains. All in the same night. Together. And teaching them how to fuck each other.

Want to start there? Three boys, one girl, bi sex? Jeez, my story and I have to pass the pen.

Ruby and the three boys

Ruby here. Oh I love this story. It was really soon after I met Bob and Amy and crew. We had moved from the absolute crappiest part of Tampa into a nice home as close as we could to the family. Basically a nice, but modest, home in the same schools.

The funny thing about my story is that it happened out on the 52. Bob's 52. No, no, Bob doesn't get to join the story, although that would have been hot. The boys, yes plural, would have liked that. So it all started because I had a crush on one of the boys on the basketball team. He and his two best friends were the co-captains. They were teasing me one day, in the juvenile way that boys like to do, and I changed the subject.

"You guys want to go out on a boat Saturday?" I asked. "My sister's boss will let me use their boat." I'm pretty sure they were all imagining me in a bikini right then. Or out of the bikini. Although back then I didn't have that much to show. Remember, I was 9 and just realizing my sexuality. OK, that was bullshit. I was always a horny little thing. I did suspect it was equally likely they were picturing each other out of their suits, too. I sure hope so. We worked out the details and one of their parents would drop them off at 9 am at Bob's. Yes, I let Bob know, too. He was cool about it and didn't even tease me. He's a good guy.

Saturday rolled around and they all arrived together. Ronen, Atticus, Tannre. Hispanic, Black, White. Point Guard, Center, Power Forward.

I'll give you a little more detail as we go along. Ronen's mom and dad, Channel and Castile dropped them off. The names. Oh the names are fun. The 2000s were silly. Then again, look at names in the 1970s.

Anyway. Bob and Amy came out with me to meet them and so did my mom and dad, Jesse and Julia. Amy was nice and introduced us all as friends and welcomed Castile and Channel to stay for a while. Hey, I saw the looks between the six of them. They were going to be naked within minutes of the boat leaving the dock. Given I was sure Alison and Blake were here, too, their orgy might have been better than mine.

Might. I'll let one of them tell that story.

We all got onboard the 52 with the commensurate how in the hells. Come on. Commensurate. What a fun word. I just gave them what to a 9-year-old felt like a coquettish smile. Hey, at least I knew the word back then. I guess I should describe them, and me. I was wearing a bikini from at least a year ago. Tiny and white, with pink trim. I had carefully removed the lining and tested the effect in my bathroom. OK, Gabe helped me test it and the bikini barely survived. Gabe was a stud even then. He was already perfecting the slide up and in move. We practiced it a lot.

Sorry, a little diversion there remembering my first lover. Sure he was my first. Hell, have you seen that boy? Anyway.

We lowered the boat into the water, and I backed us out and off we went. Yes, I was cheating, but fuck'em. We got offshore a bit so no one would hassle me. I was a seriously underage driver. I guess I should describe everyone. Ronen and Tannre were in board shorts and t-shirts. Atticus had on his T-shirt, but it wasn't covering much down below. It wasn't until they stripped off their t-shirts that I realized he was in a white speedo. I was pretty confident he had trimmed out the lining too because we could see everything. We all stared. Holy crap. Atticus had a thick cock that was at least 6 inches long.

Soft.

I know I moaned. It did surprise me a little that Ronen and Tannre moaned, too, and it didn't seem to surprise Atticus. Oh good. Back to the descriptions. You know Ronen is Hispanic. He was about 5'1". Remember, we were 9. Atticus was a God. Easily 5'9", at 9, with a sculpted body, and the aforementioned cock. Do you see why he was the center on the basketball team? Tannre was in the middle at about 5'3". Not that tall for a power forward, but he made up for it with aggressiveness. On the court. He was a sweetheart in real life. Oh, Tannre had blonde hair and was really muscular for his age.

"Hey," I said. "No sunburns on my watch. Let's go down to the lounge and lather up." I put the boat on hover and led the way down. I'm pretty sure all three of them were watching my ass. I guess I didn't mention that when they arrived I had a coverup on. When they took off their T-shirts, I took off the coverup. Let's just say that Atticus was even more impressive hard, particularly given that 2 inches of his 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock stuck out of the top of his Speedo.

We got into the lounge and I dropped onto the couch.

"Lather each other up boys," I said. "I'll just watch. Then all three of you can lather me up. Don't rush. Do a good job. We have plenty of time."

Ronen took the initiative. We Hispanics are helpful that way. He pumped out a good amount and had the other two boys stand together. He did their backs and their legs, then their face. That only left their chest and arms. He did their arms first, which left their chest.

And two inches of BBC. Ronen finished Tannre first. Oh Tannre was hard. He was seriously tenting out his shorts. I would eventually find out he had a 5-inch (13 cm) cock, which was nice for 9, Atticus notwithstanding.

Then Ronen moved over in front Atticus.

"Go ahead and suck it," I said. "I don't want his first cum anyway. I love to watch boy on boy first." They all turned to me.

"First," croaked Ronen.

"Can I trust you boys to be discrete?" I asked. I'm surprised they didn't break their necks they were nodding so hard.

"Then yes, first," I said. "I want to see the three of you play. Blowjobs are fine, but I'd like to see at least one cock in one ass."

"Then all three of you can fuck me," I said. "Ronen gets to go first, since I invited him first. Then Tannre. Then Atticus."

I realize know that this might be the first time I saw one person kneel over the other while a third fucked one of them and the person on the bottom licked. Wow.

They did surprise me. Tannre was on the bottom, getting his cock sucked by Ronen and vice versa. Then Atticus liberally lubed up and slowly slid into Ronen's ass. I think I swooned. They lasted a long time. Longer than I would have expected.

Oh.

"Stop," I said, in my stern 9-year-old voice. They stopped in mid-stroke.

"If any of you have cum today, you have to stop. We will not waste your cum," I said. They all sheepishly admitted they'd cum once because they thought they'd have blue balls all day.

Silly boys. I led them to the back swim platform and watched them scrub each other down, including the all-important front and back. While they did, in full view of them, I did a little strip tease.

Yep. Hard. I turned and walked back onto the boat and onto the top level and laid back on a lounge, with my legs spread wide. Then I taught a class. They'd sucked each other's cocks almost daily, but never gone down on a girl. Atticus claims to have gotten a blowjob from a girl, but no one believes him. I let it slide. He wasn't naming names, which meant he was discrete. I know girls my age are a lot hornier than society thinks.

Well we are.

They were quick, attentive studies and I'd rolled through a dozen orgasms. I had Ronen lay on his back and sat across his legs.

"I need you to tell me, out loud, in front of your friends, that you want to fuck me," I said. "I'm big on consent."

He looked soulfully in my eyes.

"Yes, I want to make love to you, Ruby. I want to experiment with you and have no boundaries for you," said Ronen. We might test that, Ronen. We just might. No, I didn't say that to him. I took his cock and lifted myself up and dropped onto his cock, stopping. I just sat there with him inside me.

"Isn't it supposed to hurt when you do that?" said Atticus. I turned to him.

"Only the first time," I said, hitting him with my smile. It took him way too long to understand the implication.

"Hell, she and Gabe probably fuck like rabbits," said Tannre. "Have you seen him, too? I'd let him fuck me." We all laughed and agreed we would, too. It took them a moment to realize I had agreed, too. I just shrugged.

"Somebody had to go first," I said. "Have you seen him naked? I have." Yes, all three moaned. I took a moment and sent a text.

I started gently bouncing up and down on Ronen. I knew when he was close and would stop long enough for him to calm down. I'll bet I did that a dozen times before I slid up and off and let his cock slap back against his belly. As I suspected, he gave himself a facial.

With his mouth wide open. Then Atticus and Tannre dove right in for cleanup and kissed it all to me.

Wow, many of our country's sexual customs can be traced back to that night. I needed to find those three boys.

Tannre got to go next. Damn straight Atticus was last. More than once. I did the same move, to the end, with Tannre. More cum, more kissing. Lots and lots of cum. Painted his own face, cum.

I fucking loved it. Finally I was ready for Atticus. I decided to have some fun. Tannre was hard again. Surprise. I had him lay back on the lounge. I started to explain to Ronen how to lube us both up, but he laughed.

"We're all pretty familiar with that step," said Tannre. Oh good. He then did a masterful job preparing me. I sat in reverse cowgirl and gently slid his cock in my ass. I laid back against Ronen and motioned Atticus over. We needed lube for that monster, too, and it was masterfully applied to us both by Ronen.

Which is how Gabe found 9-year-old, flat chested Ruby, in a DP just pounding away when he pulled up and docked. I had the boys stop and we did introductions.

While Gabe stripped. Gabe had us wait and bent Atticus over and prepared him.

Then he had Ronen ease into Atticus. Then Gabe eased into Ronen.

At the front of a three boy train with another one in my ass.

I cemented my sex freak status that day.

And not one boy ever told a story. We played for the rest of the school year then all three boys transferred, and I never saw them again. I was going to fix that.

Oh yes we had fun

Alison here. I'm the scribe and active participant. Bob and Amy, Jesse and Julia, Blake and me. Then we added in Castile and Channel. We all stood in the kitchen chatting when Channel asked me a question quietly, but not quite quietly enough.

"Is something going to happen out on the boat? Three boys and one young girl?" asked Channel. It was Julia that heard it and walked over.

"Can I be blunt with you?" asked Julia. "And trust your discretion?"

Channel leaned in and took Julia's arm and pulled her close. They were at an angle, but they each had a breast pushed into the other's.

"We are extremely discrete," whispered Channel. If that wasn't an invitation, I think both of them leaning in and kissing might have sent a message.

"Oh good," said Julia when they came up for air.

"So the honest answer is probably yes," said Julia. "Ruby has a crush on Ronen. Ronen is inseparable from Tannre and Atticus, so she invited them both, too. I guarantee they get to fuck her if they fuck each other first." Well, that was blunt.

"Oh, they'll do that in a heartbeat," said Channel, who moaned a little. "I've caught them a few times. I admit it was hard to not just dive in."

"Oh, I understand that situation, too," said Julia. "It sounds like we might resolve it differently." Oh, she just went there. Just then Gabe walked through and told Julia he was headed out to meet Ruby.

Channel moaned a little. Then again, so did Castile. Then he got hard.

"Can we stop dancing around this?" said Amy, who proceeded to take off her top. That's the kind of invitation I can respect.

Channel matched her and so did Julia and I.

Then the men stripped for us. Not individually. As a group. They had us all sit together on the couch. We made sure Channel was between Amy and me. Come on.

"May I please touch you?" said Amy, to Channel.

"No, thank you," said Channel. Really. "The kiss was nice, but women don't interest me."

Wanna bet? Amy got on her knees in front of me and I opened my legs. Amy started licking me, gently, while the men undressed each other. Bob, Blake, and Jesse all gave Castile the attention. Slowly taking off his clothes. Kissing him. A lot. Finally it was time. Bob slowly lowered Castile's underwear, leaving him naked. The other men were in various stages of dress.

It was just too sexy. That's when Amy decided to clamp down on my clit and suck. Hard. I damn near bucked off the couch and just covered her with a squirt.

That's when I realized the men had stopped and everyone was watching me cum. Including Channel.

Who was mesmerized. She tried to talk a few times but couldn't get the words out.

"Can I change my mind?" asked Channel, in a throaty voice. "I've never cum that hard before."

Oh boy. Lots to learn.

"Castile, come over here, I'm going to teach you how to get Channel off like that," said Amy. Castile hesitated.

Oh wow.

"Dude," said Bob. Bob says dude a lot. "There is no pressure, but let me tell you, getting a woman off to that point is heavenly for both of you. It is absolutely the best time to slide up and in. Mid-squirt."

There were moans all around. Bob walked off and we knew where he was headed. Oh, no we didn't. I thought we'd go to the bedroom, but he chose a big lounge in the living room. The wall was open, it is a gorgeous day. Well sure.

"Amy, lie down. Channel, lie next to her. We'll make this a class," he said. He got between Amy's legs and Castile got between Channel's

"Just do what I do. Be gentle, particularly with her clit. It is very sensitive. Think your cock, right after you've cum," said Bob. Bob showed Castile how to do a big lick. I can attest it is a great start. I can attest it is a fantastic start when Bob does it.

Castile looked hesitant and scrunched up his eyes.

And did it. To an incredible moan from Channel.

"No one has done that since my roommate in college," said Channel. Then she realized what she said.

"I'm really confused," she said. Bob backed up a bit and Amy sat up. Criss-cross. It is quite a sight. She waved Channel to sit up.

"You are missing out on a lot by not being honest with each other," said Amy. "I suggest you consider this a safe space, where you can share unexpected experiences and desires. You will not talk about anything that we have not done, and we can coach you through any of it."

"Nothing?" asked Channel.

"Nothing," said Bob.

"Amy's fucked Julia with a strap-on," said Channel. Both Amy and Julia laughed.

"This morning," said Amy, laughing.

"Blake has fucked Bob in the ass," said Castile. Nice approach Castile. Ask about it.

"Again this morning," said Bob. "Jesse, too."

"Blake fucked Jesse in the ass, this morning," said Castile.

"Well yes," said Bob. "But what I meant was Jesse fucked me in the ass this morning."

Castile moaned.

"Oh God," I said. "You have got to talk to each other. Castile, it is clear you'd like to be fucked in the ass. Channel, you've missed out on lots of oral sex because you haven't been honest, too."

"I'd like Blake to fuck me in the ass while I fuck Channel doggy-style," announced Castile. Kind of loudly. Channel didn't answer.

She got up on her knees.

"Happy to do it," said Blake. "But not yet. You were in the middle of a lesson."

Channel laughed and laid back. Castile damn near attacked her. He didn't need any training. He was observant. He got her right to the edge and backed off. Repeatedly. Until she just couldn't stop and exploded. A lot. One hell of a squirt.

That's when Castile slid in. It was glorious to watch. They made passionate love and we all got to enjoy the show.

"Pull out and cum on her tits," said Amy. Well that did it and he did it.

Just covered her.

"Lick it up and kiss it to her," said Amy. In a voice that said you were going to fucking do it.

And he did. Quite well. He licked her nipples while just hammering three fingers in her.

Yep. She exploded again.

They both finally collapsed.

"I like you folks," said Channel and Castile's head bobbed in agreement.

And he got hard again. Channel noticed and got on her knees. Huh?

Amy remembered. Amy came over with a big container of lube and started massaging some into Castile's ass.

"You buy gallon jugs of lube?" asked Channel and Amy laughed.

"We order it by the pallet," said Amy. Channel laughed. Amy smiled.

"Oh my god, you're serious," said Channel.

Amy just smiled at her. Now that I recount the story, I realize that might have been the first time Amy made someone cum with her smile.

Me. She made me cum. And Julia. And Channel. Oops. And Castile.

Which ended up on all of us, including Castile. He didn't seem to be bothered. Bob pushed him over and proceeded to clean up every drop, kissing it to Castile.

"You're OK with him kissing you cum," said Channel. "Both the cum and the kisses."

Castile blushed and nodded.

"We've missed so much," said Channel. Then she wiggled her ass. Castile knew what she meant and slid in.

So did Bob. He has amazing recuperative powers. I mean Castille, but Bob does, too.

They didn't fuck. They made love. Castile would slid gently into Channel and then Bob would power it into Castile, which just drove Castile into Channel. Over and over.

"Cum in him," said Channel. Yeah, both men exploded.

And Channel cleaned out Castile. OK, pretty much all the barriers are down.

So we wore Blake, Bob, and Jesse out. We left Castile with at least a couple. Later, you know.

Just as Juanita walked into the room. Naked. Hard. OK, later is now.

"My fantasy!" said Channel and Castile together. Holy shit. She said jinx. I remember it now.

I think that was the first time.

Juanita wore out, too. All with Channel and Castile.

Changing the world, one fuck at a time.

Tracking them down

Ruby here. Back in the present. Yes, I tracked them down. OK, I admit, I had Sheila do it. It had only been five years or so and they were still in high school somewhere. That kind of sucks. If only we had schools everywhere. Well, we do in Clearwater.

We'll see. She got back to me pretty quickly. Two in high school, although not the same high school, and one in juvenile detention. Now, I'll bet you assumed it was Ronen or Atticus in detention, didn't you? It was Tannre. Cute, white Tannre. The situation sucked. Tannre got caught fucking his 13-year-old girlfriend. Shit. Her parents were all religious and shit and her Dad is an attorney. They arrested Tannre and prosecuted him and convicted him for child rape.

He is 14. Fuck. The story gets worse, or at least weirder. The parents threw their 13-year-old daughter Siena out of the house. Locked the damn door.

She is living with Tannre's family. Isn't that odd? Sheila and I talked about it, and we were going to fix it. I needed someone to go to bat for me.

When you need help, go big. I asked Bob and Amy to help me. Sheila was working on all the corruption that led to his arrest, and she would fix it, but that left Tannre in the slammer.

OK, a tough situation, but I was telling Bob about Tannre in the slammer. I dropped in at Bob and Amy's and asked if we could talk. We went into Amy's office and I told them the story. I realized I did it while I was undressing, but given they were naked, it seemed like the thing to do. You didn't think we were going to end the meeting without fucking, did you?

As it turned out that is exactly what we did. We walked through the problem and Amy was all over her phone.

"We need to move. Anahi has filed a motion to release Tannre into our custody based on his Dionysus citizenship and his marriage to Siena that predated the charges," said Amy. Well that's an approach.

"I do need to know her last name," said Amy, with a smile. I shared it with her and reminded her of Tannre's.

"We have a court date in 48 minutes. In Tampa," said Amy.

Shit. We busted it and barely made it in time.

Yep, we're busting it

Amy here. Anahi is with us and representing the kids and the kingdom. OK, even in the times of crisis, you have to know that would be a porn title for us. Kids and the kingdom, volume 1.

We landed at the George Edgecomb Courthouse. OK, we didn't actually land. There wasn't room. We were dropped off and the plane left. It was empty, but still. Hillsborough county was awfully proud that this was the first downtown building named after an African-American. OK, a couple centuries late, but progress, I suppose. We made it through security and flew up to the courtroom. No, not literally, although that would have made a point. I saw a boy who was clearly Tannre, but older, standing with a woman. Nearby were his parents, with Siena. Another couple, who looked angry, had to be Siena's parents.

I started with them.

I didn't get very far. When I tried to bring up the subject, Siena's mother spit. At me. Well, she won't be in the courtroom, given the number of police officers that witnessed it. She was led off in cuffs. I just spun my heels on the dad. We fix shit, right?

I went to Tannre and found out the woman was his court appointed attorney and they had just met. It is her first case out of college, and she doesn't understand why they sent her alone.

I do.

I told the two of them to just listen and under no circumstance should they object. Anahi would be the lead attorney. Carlly, the public defender would sit second chair. I went over to Tannre's parents, who overheard most of it. I insisted that I needed to talk to Siena alone, just briefly.

"Was everything consensual?" I asked and she vigorously nodded.

"Do you love Tannre?" I asked. She nodded again and smiled. Tough kid.

"If I could get you both out of this mess by your marrying him, is that an outcome you like?" I said. This was the big question. The fact that she hugged me was a hint, but I made her say it. Or nod it, at least.

"OK," I said. "Then just agree to all that when asked, OK?" She nodded again.

"Let's go," I said, as the bailiff called us in. I made a point of Siena sitting with Anahi and me. Her dad sat with the prosecution. All the rigmarole happened and then Anahi jumped up.

"Your honor, new information has come to light. Could we present it privately?" asked Anahi.

"They're hiding things again!" shouted Siena's dad. "Do it in public." I saw the little sly smile. That's exactly what Anahi expected and wanted.

"Very well," said Anahi. "Prior to the proceedings, we are petitioning the court to emancipate Siena due to sexual abuse by both parents."

Well that threw the courtroom into a tizzy. I like the word tizzy. Apparently most of the people were with the press. I don't know why, but I'll find out. Ah. Ruby called them.

"That's slander!" shouted the prosecuting attorney.

Anahi handed the bailiff a file folder and handed one to me and one to Siena. We both opened it and Siena smiled and leaned over.

"I always knew these pictures would bite them in the ass," she said. They were incredibly graphic photos of her dad forcing his cock into her mouth while her mom was fucking her with what looked to be a cattle prod.

Oh shit. It was a cattle prod. The next picture clearly showed them shocking her. With the prod in her vagina.

"Holy shit," said the judge. I'm not sure judges usually go there. He called the attorneys to the bench. I should pass the pen.

They're that bad

Anahi, here. We got called up to the bench.

"Are these for real?" asked the Judge. I assured him they were. The prosecution attorney was at a loss for words but came out firing. Lots of words, no content.

"Be quiet," said the judge, forcefully. "Those were just words. They didn't even make sentences. Back to your tables."

"Do you have more to present?" asked the judge, of me.

"We have documentation that shows that at the time of the supposed crime, Siena had run away from home and, with their permission, was staying in the home of Tannre and his parents. We also have documentation that shows that due to the extraordinary circumstances, the country of Dionysus had awarded them both citizenship and they were already married. It has only come to our attention of the travesty of justice," I said. I give Tannre and Siena credit. They just nodded like they knew it. So did his parents. Her dad was pissed. Given he was being dragged out of the courtroom in cuffs, too, he was in a weak position.

"Emancipation approved. The boy is hereby released, and his record expunged," said the Judge. "Young lady, I need to talk to you. In my chambers."

He meant the poor public defender. Well, she needs a lawyer, so I followed them in. He smiled at me, clearly understanding why. I give the judge credit. He called her in to compliment her for making the right choice to let me lead.

"But how in the fuck did you get assigned this case, on literally your first day on the job?" asked the judge.

"First day I've ever met the DA, too," she said. "He warned me I would likely lose. Then he hit on me." Well played. We got up to leave and I heard the words.

"I don't give a shit what you're doing today," said the judge. "Get your ass over here." Then he covered the phone.

"You've already investigated this, haven't you?" asked the judge. I just nodded. He waved me back in, and the state's attorney, too. I found out she is Carlly. Such a pretty name.

"Do you have any history with anyone in the state attorney's office?" asked the judge.

"No, your honor," said Carlly. "Just a random hire from UF." The judge thought about it for a bit.

And looked at me.

"I'm appointing you the acting attorney general of Florida," he said.

"I appreciate what you're doing, but I'm not a citizen, which is a requirement for the position," I said. I had already checked. This was a little predicable.

"Shit," he said. He looked at Carlly. And took a deep breath.

"Congratulations Carlly," said the judge. "You're the acting attorney general of Florida." I expected her to freak out.

"OK," she said. "Weird, but I get your thinking."

"And I'm appointing you the Deputy," he said to me. "You can hold that job." I think he thought I'd fight him, too.

"OK," I said. "It's a fucked up situation and you need help. That's what we do."

The judge looked at me, thoughtfully.

"It really is, isn't it?" he said. I think it was a rhetorical question, but I smiled at him. Oops. Sorry judge.

OK, not sorry.

More to the story but I'll let that slip into another chapter. We have lots to do.

Carlly and me.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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