20 Jan 2020

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The real Sandra

Orlando here. This was a weird evening. No, unexpected. It wasn't really weird. I was in Moscow after a day of meetings. I thought about just hopping home, but I was hungry, and it was kind of nice being here without official responsibilities even for only a few hours. Russians are good people. It was Friday night and I feel strongly about not taking coworker's family time, so I was at a nice restaurant alone. I had a book to read on my phone, and would enjoy a good steak and more. I'd done this before and had a lot of business dinners here, so they were really nice to me. It was family run and I'd gotten to know the entire family.

I'd gotten to know the entire family, but I'll come back to that.

I was sitting there quietly, and the hostess seated two women at the small table next to me. They were quite beautiful, and I suspected I knew one of them or had at least seen her picture, but I'm Mr. Discretion.

I almost laughed because they made no effort to speak quietly but did switch to Kazakh. OK, given they likely knew who I was, expecting me to speak Kazakh was unlikely.

But I did. Languages, you know. I loved how crude they were. They were describing in detail what we would do in a threesome. One might be physically impossible, but I was willing to try. Then they started discussing a boyfriend. Not of the woman I recognized, but of the other one. Wait, I'd seen her too. Think, think.

Got it.

They started speculating that I was likely bi and how much they would love to be in a train with me in the middle. They talked about the boyfriend in graphic detail. Yeah, I'd do that. My meal came first and when I finished up, I paid and leaned over to them.

"Yes, I know who you both are. Yes, I'd love to try every one of those things with you both and I love trains too," I said, in Kazakh. "Would you like to invite him to our consulate right now? The four of us could have quite an evening."

"You didn't answer my other question," said the first one I recognized. "Do you have a secret stash of my photos? Did you only keep the ones where you got to see things? My nipples or my pussy?"

"I said I recognized you both," I said. "I have great appreciation for exactly those photos and the beauty of those photos is only exceeded by the beauty before me." They both laughed.

"What about me?" said the second woman.

"You have simply spectacular breasts," I said, grinning. She laughed.

"That she does, that she does," said her friend. OK, I'll stop beating around the bush. The woman I recognized is Sandra. You've seen the Sandra model photos. She's in her late twenties now, I think. Her friend is a Fame Girl. Audrey. With spectacular breasts.

They'd finished up and I stood and held out my hand.

"We haven't paid," said Sasha, who you know as Sandra. Sasha is her real name.

"It's been taken care of," I said. I got a quizzical look.

"But they didn't even bring a bill," said Audrey. I smiled.

"They don't need to," I said. "I own the restaurant." They do know me well, right? Just like one of the family now. No, seriously.

We went back to the Dionysus Consulate, which is a modest home in a nice neighborhood. I'd walked and it was a nice night, so we walked back. We just chatted and they're both really sweet. Lots of people were out on the street and we got stopped a lot. Most people just wanted to thank me. That's embarrassing. A lot of people wanted a hug. Men, women, girls, and boys. Hugged them all. I will never pass up a hug. We finally got to our consulate.

OK, maybe opulent would be better than modest. We'd bought the infamous US Embassy that was supposed to be filled with listening devices. It was, but we found them all. Even if we didn't they were more likely to hear moans of orgasms than state secrets. Let them live vicariously.

Their boyfriend walked up just as we did and yes, their boyfriend and he is stunning. I admit, I got hard, and all three of them noticed.

"Nothing for us?" said Sasha.

"I was hard my entire dinner. I told you I still have those pictures," I said. They all laughed.

"Someday I'll show you all the ones that they didn't publish. There is a whole X-rated series. Lots and lots of them. From an early age," she said.

"Yeah, I saw that cock bounce," said Sasha and Fyodor laughed. I found it amusing that his name is Fyodor. Just like Dostoevsky. You'll see why I find that funny.

"I saw it bounce too," he said, bouncing a little bit himself.

Just imagine a night of passion. No, huh?

Come on. Sandra. Audrey. Fyodor. OK, I know you've gone and looked up all those pictures by now. Hell, somebody has hacked the super explicit ones too, I'm sure. I'll know.

Because she showed them to me. I learned two new things from the pictures. I suggested we do the first one and all three of them laughed.

"I couldn't have weighed more than 60 pounds in that photo," said Sasha. "There is no way you could do that with me now. You couldn't do it with my daughter!"

"Depending on how old she is, I'm willing to give it a try," I said, with a smile. "But you first." I didn't tell them that I'd done the move hundreds of times. You remember. The one Dad learned in France. Lifting her up and down, then the spin for cleanup. Hell, I did it with Mom two nights ago!

She likes it. She says it tells her that her men care. I have no clue either, but if she likes it we all like it. Mom insisted on standing on the bed to start to make it easier, which it didn't, but whatever makes her happy. Given she was naked, bouncing a little on the bed, and dripping, all while right at eye level, I was pretty ready for her to do whatever she wanted.

Fyodor was game and Audrey was on the bed next to Sasha. God her breasts are still spectacular and bouncing up and down.

Down boy. She's next. Sasha first. I lifted up Sasha and slid her on to my cock and started bouncing her gently. She tapped me and I stopped. She wanted to watch Audrey and Fyodor. They tumbled to the ground in a heap, laughing. At least they were laughing. The entire time, I was still gently bouncing her. I was holding her with one hand, and my other hand was roaming. Nipples, clit, a little ass play, all while kissing her. She was moaning and suddenly started vibrating. I sped up and she was just shaking, and I couldn't hold back and filled her up. I held her tight, still inside her, until she calmed and caught her breath.

Then in one motion I spun her. She squealed with laughter but started licking my cock clean with gusto. So, I returned the favor. She's pretty light, so it really was no problem. She shook through several more orgasms and I finally set her down.

And showed her the cum in my mouth. Then I kissed it to Fyodor. The girls even clapped.

Then Audrey and Sasha got into a heated argument. Audrey wanted to have me do it and Sasha kept saying no. Finally, Audrey stood straight up and put her hands on her hips.

Holy shit she has incredible breasts. World-class. That pose is incredible.

"You think I am fat! You think he can't do it with me!" yelled Audrey. Oh hell. Not fat. No. Just no. They were really focused so I got the lube and lubed myself up and generously lubed up Fyodor. He figured out what we were doing and put his arms around me, and I picked him up. He used one arm to position me and then I lowered him down on my cock. I started gently lifting him up and down and turned us sideways and Fyodor cleared his throated loudly. Both girls turned and gasped.

"Holy shit that's hot. I am most definitely next," said Audrey.

"Only if I can fuck your tits after that. I already said you have amazing breasts," I said. Audrey moaned yes. Oh good. I finally lifted him off and held him up.

"Can one of you clean me off?" I asked. They both got a warm cloth and got a little too vigorous and I blew all over Audrey's breasts. She laughed and I told her to leave it. She laid down to keep it in place and waited her turn. I spun Fyodor and he started licking me off while I blew him. I turned around and timed it that I lowered myself down on my haunches. I pulled him out of my mouth and held his cock aimed over my shoulder. I couldn't see, so I estimated my target. Once he was done, I set him down and turned around. The good thing was that most of it was on Audrey. Most of it on her face, but I'd be sure to clean it up. Then again, most would drip down onto her breasts when I picked her up.

Oh good. That thought got me hard. I leaned over and picked her up and lifted her high. I lowered her down and she positioned my cock. There was a river of cum rolling into the V of her breasts. Holy shit it was sexy. I looked over and Sasha had picked up the Canon from the nightstand. She was shooting and shooting. She handed the camera to Fyodor who kept shooting and Sasha came over and started licking her breasts and face and kissing it to all three of us. I did tell her to save some for me.

"Why. Just put this load there too," said Sasha. "You can spin her like a top after we're done."

"Ooh. That would be cool," said Audrey. At that point she went off really hard. I dropped her on the bed, which caused me to pull out. Fyodor beat Sasha and grabbed my cock and aimed it at Audrey's breasts. Heck, she was still catching her breath.

Sasha and Fyodor dropped to their knees and started licking me. My balls. My cock. A little sucking. Working to get me hard.

And they did. The both pushed me onto the bed. I crawled up Audrey's body and slipped my cock between her breasts. Cum actually oozed out around my cock. This was freaking hot.

"Pump away. Just aim for my mouth when you cum," she said.

And I did. She pushed me on my back and kissed all of it back to me.

Then Fyodor cleared his throat again. We turned and, oh good, he was hard.

He pointed at his cock at my mouth. I slid over and sat on the side of the bed. He gasped when I deepthroated his entire cock. Yeah, he didn't last, and it was faster than I expected. He pumped his entire load right down my throat.

Oh shoot.

We fell into the bed in a mass of bodies and laid there and talked and talked. Finally, we got up and took a shower together. Well sure. Fyodor still had another.

"Fuck Audrey," said Sasha. "I'll coax another one out of Orlando."

And she did. She has wonderful breasts too and Fyodor's cum worked nicely as lube for my cock too.

He did have one more, which is how I ended up with a load in my ass.

What a night.

The next morning

I woke up the next morning alone. It was as if no one had ever been there. The sheets were clean. The only towel in the bathroom was mine. I looked in the mirror and I had a big hickey on my neck.

Nothing else in the entire house. Did I imagine it? I even went back to the restaurant and checked. OK, I went for breakfast and asked but no one had been there last night. Duh. I checked online and the only charge from last night was my dinner. Just mine.

I went back to the house and was sitting on the couch thinking about leaving when I got a text. It was a pair of kissing lips. You know the emoji. The text said it was from Sasha. Wait, that meant there was a Sasha in my contacts. I looked and there was, with a number with a Russian country code and a Kazakh city code.

Another text came in.

"You should clean under your pillow."

I went in and looked and there was a pair of tiny thongs under my pillow.

What the fuck happened? I headed home and told Grace the entire story. She found it pretty funny, but sexy too. It was good that I had recovered. Even Grace knew who Sandra and Audrey were.

"You're lucky dude," said Grace. "They're both dream girls for you and Fyodor sounds fun too. Dream or not, you enjoyed it." She picked up my phone. I saw she texted someone and got a quick reply and laughed. She handed me my phone.

She'd sent.

"You, Audrey, and Fyodor. Visit Grace and me this weekend. We'll pick you up. Bring your daughter, she'll have a blast, but Dionysus rules."

She got a quick response.

"Just tell us where and when. Audrey will bring her son too. You'll like them both. A lot."

I looked at Grace and she laughed.

"Fingers crossed," said Grace. Then she went down on me long enough to get me hard. Then she flipped on to her knees and reached back and pulled her ass open.

Well sure.

That was a weekend

Grace here. Holy shit. Of course, I knew all the pictures, but I didn't know all the pictures. Every picture from a young age had more to the series than was ever posted. A lot more. As in I learned a few things. All had video too, but the early ones were SD. They were also my favorites. It was interesting, because I chatted with Sasha and her parents had followed exactly our rules and this was long before Dionysus.

That's when my curiosity got the better of me. I gently tried to read her, but she had a strong block up.

Which means she knows I read her. The look on her face was both surprise and awe.

"You can read me!" said Sasha. "Wait, you could push through, couldn't you?" I just smiled. Yes, I could, but it wouldn't be good for either of us.

"I could, but I won't, without permission," I said. "None of us will. We all leave the block down and everyone honors the rules. No reading without permission. I wasn't going to read you, but I suspected I could. I also suspect you're quite powerful. You're older and I know you not only started young, it was frequent."

"That's my theory too," said Sasha. "It's why Audrey can't do it at all. She's the only person I have ever told. Her shoots were platonic until she was older."

"You can read me if you want, see what it was like," said Sasha. "It's kind of fun that you can."

I went back to her first shoot. I expected a series of traumas. That's not what I found. She loved her early life. She loved the sex. She particularly loves cum, which explains a lot.

"What else can you do?" I asked. She just looked at me funny. Oh shit. She doesn't know.

"Can you have a thought conversation?" I asked. She looked almost scared for a moment. Then she started laughing.

"I'm going to kill my brother," she said, laughing. "I cannot believe he held that prank for twenty years. I can't believe I never noticed it was always when he was around."

"I used to hear voices in my head," she said. "Actually, just one voice, kind of muffled. I'm going to kill him." I couldn't stop laughing.

"He probably thought you'd figure it out and was stuck on how to tell you," I said. "Or he's an asshole." Which is why Orlando found us just dying laughing.

And making out. Well, come on. Sasha. Sandra.

We stopped, to his disappointment, and I explained. He really got into it.

"See that book on the nightstand?" asked Orlando. She nodded.

"Don't ask questions. Just follow with me. Believe everything," said Orlando. "Look at the book, then picture that book in your left hand. Push a bit."

We saw her focus on the book, then the book gently lifted off and floated over to her and she picked it out of the air.

"You're telling me I could have done that for the last 20 years and I didn't know it?" said Sasha.

"Oh, you have no idea," I said. Orlando and I were sitting crisscross on the bed next to her. Amazingly, we all had at least a few clothes on.

That's when Orlando and I floated up about a foot and stopped. She just stared at us. Then she smiled.

And floated up.

"I just really have to believe I can do it, don't I?" said Sasha. We just smiled at her. Then Orlando started undressing her. One button at a time. Without touching her. Her buttons were done, and she held up her arms and the shirt lifted off and folded itself. Nice touch Orlando. Her legs straightened out and he pulled off her panties. Handy that she was floating. Now she was naked, and we weren't.

Until Orlando's legs straightened. He was naked in a flash and I was even faster.

"This is handy," she said. "Hey, can we fly and fuck?"

"We can do a lot in mid-air," I said, floating over and pushing her back. I got on my knees, in mid-air, and floated down on her.

We came together. Pretty quickly. Orlando said it felt like rain when we squirted. Not looked, felt.

He was on the bed under us.

"I know understand the term flying fuck," said Sasha. "But now I believe in them. I'm never saying flying fuck in anything but a positive way again."

The rest of the night was even better.

How did Mom?

How did Mom even meet Orlando. He's famous. Sexy AF too. My name is Evnika. I'm Sasha's daughter. Yes, I've seen the pictures. We've duplicated every set.

All the way to the end. Most of them with my Grandpa.

He's still got it.

My best friend is Sarsen. Audrey's son. We were born on the same day in the same hospital. We just turned 10. We fuck. A lot. We've been doing it, well, for a long time. You know, I think I'll stop with the introductions. Orlando suggested that I tell the story in a separate entry. While I was bouncing on his amazing cock.

Orlando and Grace are fun. So is everyone we met.

I'll write that soon.

The restaurant family

I promised I'd come back to this. When I first moved here, there were crises all over the world. Our family and friends were everywhere trying to put out the fires. Hell, Chris had just become President, which instantly made my job more difficult. I went from an independent helper to colluding with the Americans.

Well my sister was President, so I kind of understood.

I needed out of the shitstorm, so my first night in Moscow, I went for a walk. I skipped out on my security and let me tell you, Santiago was pissed. I got it.

I needed a minute to have dinner and be a kid. We're not all superhuman like Chris. Well, maybe we are superhuman, but you get my point.

Fuck. Our journal has reached the point where we can casually refer to ourselves as superhuman and everyone just reads along.

Which was exactly why I wasn't that worried. I'm not Ruby strong, or even Leslie and Carlina strong, but I am powerful and I've been practicing. Ruby kept hammering into me that I would improve with practice. It was pleasant that she hammered that in me while simultaneously fucking me in the ass, hard, with a huge double-ended dildo. You know, really hammering it into me.

"You must, gasp, practice, gasp, gasp, more."

Hey, when Ruby is out of breath, you're likely to be sore the next day.

That was a tangent, but it involved Ruby, me getting fucked in the ass, and a huge double-ended dildo. You're welcome.

So, I was walking in the cold, bundled up, with a thick scarf and heavy gloves. The first night. It was fucking cold. I made it a few blocks and saw the light coming from the restaurant window. It was dark, and blustery, and I felt like I was in the middle of a Dickens book. Or maybe Dostoevsky. That felt more appropriate. I opened the door and moved inside quickly to minimize the blast of arctic air. The hostess walked over and helped me with my coat and scarf and gloves, hanging them on a post with many others. When I took my scarf off, she clearly recognized who I was, but didn't comment on it. She just gave me a rueful smile.

She was dressed in a simple black dress, with spaghetti straps. She was truly a vision, with long dark-blonde hair, in a long braid and then looped into a crown. As she moved, the dress wouldn't move quite as fast, and she was constantly flashing her nipples.

I admit to finding that pleasurable. Did I mention that it was only nipples? I'd guess 10 years old.

I found out she was 11. I also realized that she wasn't flashing me by accident. She even moved, ever so slowly, to ensure I was looking at her and away from the restaurant.

Which is how she could give my cock a few strokes without anyone seeing. She waved for me to lean down.

"Your job is very difficult but appreciated. After dinner, I will rock your world," she said.

I had no doubt she could. And I so wanted to, but it was just too risky. An 11-year-old girl on my first night. I know I'm a teenager, but that would be pretty fucking risky. Fucking risky fucking.

I had an amazing dinner and found out that her name is Katya. She shared that it means chaste and pure.

Then she told me she was far from either. While leaning down and giving me a down blouse shot.

Her parents own the restaurant, or did before I became an investor. Her parents Stas and Nata were in their thirties and equally smoking.

Under different circumstances.

I think I'll leave this story here. Maybe I'll tell more once I'm not in charge anymore.

What a complete mess

Akira here. Our neighborhood has no power. It was expected but still sucks. The power company has warned us that the power could be out for a week.

So, we did what we could before it happened. We moved almost all of the cars out of the garage and brought in freezers. Lots of freezers. Refrigerators too. That was an interesting trip to Best Buy. We had four days' notice. In fact, I'll pass the pen to Camron to tell that story. It's going to be a pretty long story. Life changing too.

The nearest Best Buy

So, let's set the scene. I am a 12-year-old black boy. I was standing in the appliance section at the nearest Best Buy. The salespeople were fighting for my attention and business.

Yeah you didn't believe that either. No one would even talk to me. I am here to buy 45 of their largest freezers and 25 of their largest refrigerators. We felt like that was the maximum we could fit in the now empty garage. I needed them delivered in the next 48 hours. You see we have power. Plenty of power. Enough to add 70 large appliances in our garage.

If anyone would sell them to me. I was about to demand a manager when a young woman came up. She was dressed in a Best Buy uniform so that was encouraging.

"Can I help you with anything?" she said, all nice as can be.

"Yes," I said. "We are preparing for the upcoming power shutoffs. I need 45 of your largest freezers and 25 of your largest refrigerators delivered in the next two days," I said. "I don't care about the price or brand. Big is good. In stock is better."

"OK," she said, leading me over to a computer. "Let's see what we have in stock."

Is she for real? She's young too. Maybe even a teenager. Part-time job maybe? A young white woman is helping me.

Wow.

"It looks like I have 45 of the simple Frigidaire freezers. White. Frost free. 21 cubic feet. $945 delivered," she said. "Let's look at refrigerators."

She brought up that search page.

"Is color an issue?" she asked. "If not I can get you 25 that are over 28 cubic feet."

I said color and features were less important than capacity.

"Ok then. All 70 come to $128,764. How would you like to pay?" she asked. "Oh, I'm embarrassed. I'm Mona. May I call you Camron?" I'm sure my look was surprise because she laughed.

"You're pretty well-known dude," she laughed.

"Particularly if you're a student in our Stanford school. It took me a minute but aren't you in my physics class?" I said and she laughed. "You're using the same age exception I am." Which made her laugh. In California, you can't work as young as we are. Mona is Thirties. I am 12. I recognized her, just not out of context. She is freaking beautiful. Blonde, sexy, B cup. The whole damn package. The exception is that the work permit requirement is waived if you have completed high school. We both have. Some people fussed about it but come on.

"Apparently my subtle efforts in class to get your attention were too subtle," said Mona.

"Way too subtle," I said. I'm pretty bashful but she did open the door. Should I ask her to lunch?

"I think the manager will give the employee of the month a lunch hour," she said. She has the nicest smile. She laughed.

"You read me," I said, and she blushed.

"Sorry. I'm just really bashful and I was pretty pushy. I don't have a lot of confidence," she said, quietly.

"But you're the employee of the month!" I said and she laughed again.

"That I am," she said, just beaming. "I can't believe I got to you first."

I just waited her out.

"Oh," she said. "That sucks. Really sucks. It just doesn't happen at school and sometimes I forget the real world sucks."

Just then a man walked up. He had passed me several times and ignored me. I'm pretty shy too except when you're a racist.

This dude is a racist.

"Sir, let me help you. This girl does not have my experience in appliances," he said, almost groveling.

"Really," I said. "And is that new experience? Did you just come from training? Because you passed me several times and must not have felt qualified then. Otherwise how could you not offer your help before I spent almost 130 grand."

Mona was trying so hard to not laugh.

"My apologies," he said. "I was working with another customer."

"Really?" I said. "Who? There hasn't been another customer in this department since I arrived."

He looked around, hoping to see a customer.

Nope.

Just then an older, fatter white guy walked up.

"Mona," he said. "Where is your customer? I want to personally thank them for their large purchase."

She waited. I waited. He waited. Finally, the appliance manager broke the silence.

"The n...black kid bought them," said the appliance guy.

The first guy caught himself. Barely.

The store manager didn't. Threw that word out right out there.

Mona was shocked. So, shocked she slapped him. Hard.

She was surprised. He was surprised.

I was surprised.

"You're fired," he shouted.

I pulled out my phone.

I called Amex. Black card holders have a special line, so they picked right up and knew who I was. Callerid. Nothing fancy.

"Yes, I need to stop a credit card transaction made by mistake. Yes, Best Buy. I know right? Yes 70 appliances. It is cancelled? Thank you," I said and hung up.

I took Mona's hand and we headed towards the door.

Both men chased after us begging me to rethink. I stopped so fast they almost knocked me down. I pulled out my phone again.

And called Jason. We did the requisite pleasantries.

"Are Best Buys all company owned?" I asked. I could hear his fingers flying on the keyboard.

"Yes," said Jason. "I admit I'm surprised. Their financials are strong and margins healthy. Almost the only big box store that is. Do you want to buy it?"

"Please," I said. "But the purchase is dependent on their firing two people." I read him the two men's names. They both blanched.

"Should be simple but you know you need to find a leader," said Jason. "In Minneapolis."

"Lizzie," we both said. I got it out first. He would pay eventually.

"Stay on the line," said Jason. "OK I filed our intention with the SEC and called the CEO. She is going to call your cell. I think you'll like her."

I hung up and my phone immediately rang. It was Corie, the CEO. That's how she introduced herself. As Corie.

She asked me to tell her the story and I did.

"Aw man," she said. "I'm sorry. I have no words. Yes of course they're gone. Are you in the store still?" I assured her I was.

"Obviously I don't know the team on the ground. We will need a new store manager and possibly a new district manager. Have you met anyone that is ready?" asked Corie.

"You want my opinion," I said.

"Of course. You're on the ground. I'm not," she said.

"OK. Easy answer. Her name is Mona. She is also a student so would require flexible hours. That's something we will need to discuss. You'll be stunned at how successful the kids can be." She laughed again.

"My kids go to your Minneapolis school. I am a frequent volunteer," she said.

"You'll have to give me a tour. I've never been to the school," I said.

We would both enjoy that.

"Ok then. Do you want to fire them and offer her the job?" she asked.

"Why yes I do," I said. We said goodbye and I hung up. I turned to the two men.

"You're fired," I said. "Both of you. When future employers ask why, we will tell them in vivid detail. Leave now. Your things will be sent to you."

"You can't fire us!" said the manager. Mona laughed.

"Were you not following along?" asked Mona. "You pissed him off. He bought Best Buy so he could fire you."

"You can't buy one store," said the appliance guy.

"I didn't," I said. It took them a while to catch on. By then store security had arrived. They were escorted to the door.

Mona started laughing.

"I am sorry it happened but that was golden," asked Mona. "Did I hear you're picking the manager? Tough call dude. None of them are very strong. All of them were hired by the last guy. Two are OK. The rest would have used exactly the same language."

Shit.

"Introduce me to the two and then let's talk over lunch," I said. She took me in the back, and I met Nelson and Aurora. They seemed pretty nice. We had a short conversation and Mona explained my ownership.

And they rolled with it.

"You're not surprised?" I asked and they both laughed.

"You co-own JetsonCar with your sister and personally own the Warriors. So no, not that surprised," said Aurora with Nelson smiling.

"Have you offered her the district manager job yet?" asked Aurora, looking at Mona.

I admit I laughed. Aurora and Nelson are so sincere. They see it like I do.

"Listen," said Aurora. "The worst of them all is the district manager. He covers all of Northern California. He is not only a racist but that's not his biggest issue. He expects both a kickback and favors from anyone that wants better hours or a promotion. And yes, those favors. We see it the most because his office is in this store."

She nodded towards a guy who was coming our way all smiles.

Whoops. He was effusive.

"We will be going a different way," I said, to him. "We will send your things to your house." He got blustery but security intervened.

"So, Mona," I said. "Would one of these two be your choice for store manager, if you get to choose?" Mona laughed.

"Sort of," said Mona. "This is a flagship store. I would make them co-managers. Then I'd rescind the policy of employees not dating. They still might be too shy to admit their love for each other but hopefully not."

We both just looked at them. Yeah they blushed.

"Consider the jobs offered and the policy rescinded," I said. Mona and I just looked at them. The emotions rolling over their faces were hilarious.

"In our culture, this would be celebrated with big bold kisses," I said.

Aurora took the initiative. She kissed me.

"I might not have been clear, but thank you," I said. "I meant kiss him", pointing to Nelson. Did I mention they were teenagers too? This time Nelson looked around and didn't see anyone, and just swept Aurora up in his arms and gave her a world-class kiss.

"Wow," said Aurora. "Why the fuck did we not do that before? Oh, sorry about the profanity." I admit I laughed.

"Well why the fuck didn't you?" I asked. Yeah, we all laughed.

"Where do you go to school?" I asked, and they named a local high school. Well that won't do. We have a special group we can text when we find someone we want in a school, so I did. I think it is an auto-responder and just logs that acceptance and the school because it is fast.

"OK then," I said. "We'll move you to the Stanford school. That will give you more flexibility." Aurora danced around a bit.

"And wrestling rooms," said Aurora. Nelson groaned. Oh, and his khakis were just a little wet in one spot. That's serious precum. Aurora noticed it too.

"Yum," she said. I think Nelson came close to cumming.

I know I did.

"But what job were they talking about for me?" asked Mona. "I think I'm ready to be a team lead."

I loved how she said that with authority. She must not have heard or understood the earlier comment.

Then Aurora and Nelson laughed. I just waited them out.

"Well," said Aurora. "You'll be leading a slightly larger team."

"A quite a bit larger team," said Nelson. Then they waited. And waited.

And waited a little more. Finally, the light bulb went on.

"Me?" she screamed. "You're freaking nuts."

"She says to the 12-year-old owner of Best Buy. And JetsonCar. And the Warriors," said Aurora.

"I do love the Warriors," said Mona.

"Awesome," I said. "District managers don't work nights so you can go to the games with me."

Aw man. Did I do it too?

"No pressure. Maybe we shouldn't. Aw shit," I said. They all laughed.

A lot.

"Dude," said Aurora. "Promise us we are invited to the wedding."

"Only if we are invited to yours," said Mona.

Did Mona just agree that we would get married?

She laughed.

"Maybe," she thought to me. "But let's go on a date first."

Somehow Aurora and Nelson looked shocked.

"You can read each other!" said Aurora. "Where is the nearest chapel?"

"Says the girl that could read me since the day we met three years ago," said Nelson.

"You knew?" said Aurora. Nelson just rolled his eyes.

"Three years! Good grief," said Mona. "We just finally met for the first time and we are already engaged."

Hmm. Yeah I'm good with that. That got me a nice smile.

Mona walked over and picked up the phone and spoke into it. Moments later we heard Mona's voice over the PA system.

"Xavier to appliances stat," said Mona. Seconds later an out of breath kid ran up. Another teenager. She took my receipt and handed it to Xavier.

"This got deleted by mistake. Can you please reenter it and arrange priority delivery?" asked Mona. "You can put yourself as the salesperson."

Xavier looked at the receipt. I thought he would react, but he just smiled.

"You may be aware that there have been some personal changes," said Mona. "We would like you to be the new night manager," said Mona. Xavier grinned.

"Co-managers?" asked Xavier, of Aurora and Nelson. They both nodded. He turned back to Mona.

"OK boss, consider it done," said Xavier. I just had to ask.

"You called her boss," I said.

"Well sure," said Xavier. "She is the new DM, right? The obvious choice." Then he looked back and forth from Mona to me and back.

"Congratulations," he said, to us both. Then he turned to Aurora and Nelson and did the same look.

"Thank God. Three freaking years," said Xavier.

"Are you really in a position to talk?" said Aurora.

"Seriously," added Mona, under her breath. Xavier blushed but they dropped it and I pretended I didn't hear it.

Well that was unexpected

Mona here. Somehow we are both past being shy. The funny thing is that neither one of is particularly shy.

Except with each other.

Camron took my hand and led me outside just as one of the larger JetsonCars landed.

With my parents inside. I just looked at Camron.

"You invited my parents?" I thought to Camron.

"I have to ask them their permission," he thought. Permission.

Oh.

Just then my mom squealed, and Dad laughed.

"Thank you for your courtesy," said Dad.

"Very thoughtful," said Mom. "But unnecessary. It is entirely Mona's call."

"That said," said Dad. "Hell yes."

"Did I mention that my Dad is a lifelong Warriors fan?" I said.

The four of us climbed in and the canopy closed. I assumed we were headed to Oakland, since tonight's game was there but we headed towards the San Francisco arena.

"I like to ride the shuttle," said Camron. "It gets the energy going."

"I'm sure it does," said Dad. "You're also sending one hell of a positive message young man."

I'd say so. The young black owner riding in a bus? Damn straight. I give my parents credit for my upbringing. Then again both sets of grandparents are hippies which makes me laugh. They don't care that he is black and let me tell you as the descendants of Nordic ancestors, we couldn't be anymore white.

Our kids will be beautiful. That got a big smile from Camron.

"Maybe not quite yet," I whispered. I don't know much, but I know the smaller vans work the outer parking lots, but bigger busses fly from the arena. We got to the arena and there were a lot of people, but the buses were taking big groups, and more were arriving. You know darn well Camron could have led us to the front, but he didn't. We got in line just like everyone else. It was inspiring as hell. People kept coming up to meet him. He learned every name. He signed every autograph. You want a selfie? He was all in.

Suddenly he ran off. He came back with a young man and a young boy. They both looked a little embarrassed. I wasn't sure if they were father and son or brothers. They were dressed in clean but well-worn clothes. Yeah, they were black but I'm not even sure Camron noticed.

"These are my new friends. This is Josh and his son Benji," said Camron. "They're both big fans and come to watch the buses. Tonight, they're joining us for the game."

My dad jumped right in.

"Glad to have you with us, young men," said Dad. "I'm Micky and this is my wife Saffie. We are Mona's parents. Mona is Camron's girlfriend. These are their two friends Aurora and Nelson."

Then dad stuck out his hand to Josh and then Benji. Benji is adorable and faithfully shook Dad's hand. We found out that Benji is 7 years old and Josh is Thirties.

Oh boy. Neither one looks remotely their age. They're really tall.

Josh seemed really embarrassed but not Benji. The kid is a natural. He knew more about us in 5 minutes than you can imagine. Just a cool kid.

Who just gave me a big grin.

Well now.

We got to the front of the line and the person working asked Camron how many there were in our party.

"Eight," said Camron.

"May I please see your tickets?" he asked. The other person working whispered in the guy's ear.

Suddenly we didn't need tickets. A few more people got on. There were a couple seats left. Camron wouldn't let any of us sit in them. He went over to an elderly couple that was standing and led them back to the seats.

"Here you go," he said. They both were a little unsure.

"I insist," said Camron, giving them a big smile.

I didn't hear what the woman said but I could guess when Camron took a selfie with them. The trip is short and when we landed, we all got off the bus. Camron pulled us to the side, and I'd bet money I knew why.

He was waiting for the couple.

"These are my new friends Elsie and Marlon," said Camron. "They're joining us tonight too."

They both looked confused, but Elsie was just beaming.

That's when I realized. Camron didn't just happen to have extra tickets to the suite. I turned to him.

"You ride the bus to meet people and pick a few for the suite. You hold tickets back to do it," I said. "You ride the bus the other direction too."

That just got me another smile. Damn I love this guy. Which is good given we got engaged before our first date and he invited my parents on the date.

And it wasn't even awkward. Camron guided us to an entrance. They opened a gate and he led us through. All ten of us now. He led us through the bowels of the arena.

And out onto the court. Hot damn. Benji was damn near bouncing. The coach walked over and introduced himself.

To all of us. Steph came over and took Benji's hand and led him onto the court all the way to the front of the basket. Then he handed Benji the ball.

Benji proceeded to knock down the shot. Nothing but net. Benji held up his hands and a trainer threw him another ball. He stepped back to the free throw line.

Thirteen in a row. He finally ran back to us, laughing. Camron led us all over to the bench.

"These are your seats tonight," said Camron.

Who the hell is he talking to?

Josh, Benji, Elsie, and Marlon. OK that part was just Camron being Camron. He looked down at the chairs. There were jerseys on the chair and big shopping bags in front of each seat. Camron looked at the jerseys and rearranged the four of them.

Then all four pulled their jerseys on over their clothes.

All four fit perfectly. You know, I wasn't even surprised.

"When did you order the jerseys and other things?" I asked.

"I ordered the whole season before the first game," he said. He ordered the right sizes for every game.

Months ago. For people he had not met. Before he owned the Warriors.

Damn.

"Stay here after the game until I come back," said Camron. "I'll be right back."

He went over and talked to the coach and then walked back. I noticed the coach walked over to the scoring table. No clue what that was about.

We went upstairs to an incredible suite. I mean amazing. We walked over to the bar and there must have been fifty choices of beer. There were another dozen or so people in the suite.

You would have recognized everyone. I did. Camron asked for six different beers. I know the first two were my parent's favorites and Dad's is really obscure.

And yet they had it. He handed choices to Aurora and Nelson and then one to me. He kept the last one.

3.2.1. Waiting for my dad to explode.

Nothing. Dad thanked Camron for the beer and headed over to the buffet with Mom.

"We can't have beer," said Aurora. "We are not old enough."

Camron just laughed.

Huh. Oh.

"Camron, can you show me the bathroom?" I said. Camron is smooth. He just took my hand and we walked around a corner in the suite. He led me right into the bathroom.

And locked the door. There was a couch in the bathroom. Made out of vinyl. There was a dispenser of Clorox wipes. By the time my brain took all that in, I was naked.

So was Camron. Oh my God. I knew he was cute and funny but holy fuck. His body.

His cock. He picked me up like I was a feather and laid me down on the couch. He got between my legs and showed me skills unmatched by any other.

That good. I powered through an orgasm like I've never felt.

Just as he slid in. I think I left teeth marks in his shoulder. I was trying not to scream. It was that intense.

Our first time. In a bathroom. During a game. Finally, Camron came. A lot. As in dripped out around his cock. He pulled out and slid down my body. Oh God. He's sucking it all out. I'm rolling through orgasms. He slid back up my body and showed me the cum on his tongue.

Then he went for the kiss. Hell yes, he did.

I love his taste. We finally sat up and he gave me the most tender kiss.

"This is a story to tell our kids," he said. "But right now, I'm going to tell your parents." No, he couldn't.

Could he? My parents are kind of hot but have never visited the wrestling room. Maybe...

"OK," I said. "I think they'll enjoy it." I didn't know if that was true, but what the hell. We got dressed and Camron used the wipes to clean off the couch. My guess is we weren't the first and wouldn't be the last.

During this game. We headed out and as we came around the corner, everyone burst into applause.

"What happened? Did we score?" asked Camron. Everyone laughed. My mom and dad came over.

"That's not what we were cheering for," said Mom. Oh. Oh! I know my face was red, but I admit I laughed that you could see red in Camron's too.

"Well I hope he is pretty good at it," said Mom. "Did he satisfy you? Did he make sure he got you off?" Oh, good god. Time to shock her.

"Why don't you let him show you his skills Mom. You'll love it," I said, pointing back towards the bathroom.

"Why don't we all go?" said Dad, with clear enthusiasm. "Assuming this is a consulate." Camron nodded. Camron has a huge smile on his face. Mom and Dad are in their thirties and are both smoking.

"Thanks, dear," said Mom. "How thoughtful of you." Oh hell. She can read me too?

Then Dad laughed. Oh, he and I followed, but by the time we walked into the bathroom Camron and Mom were already naked. With the door open. At least Dad shut the door. However, I would soon learn that Dad did not lock the door.

Mom was laying back on the couch, and Camron was on his knees. Mom was already rolling through an orgasm. I laid down next to her. Dad walked up. Damn, Dad's hot and that thick cock is pretty nice too. Particularly with the drop of precum. Camron noticed and leaned over and licked it off.

Dad moaned. Camron was a little bolder and took Dad into his mouth. Dad pumped in and out a bit, and then Camron sucked him all the way down his throat. I needed to learn how to do that. Camron kept bobbing on Dad's cock and then Dad clearly came in Camron's mouth.

Camron slid up Mom's body and kissed it all to her. Nope. Not all. I got some of it too.

Dad tastes good too. Then both of the men dropped to their knees again and Mom and I were holding hands and trying not to scream. The men both slid up and in.

I was getting a rousing fuck by my dad next to my fiancé just pounding my mom.

And we all loved it. They filled us up and then traded.

"Wait dear," said Mom. "Before you do that, wouldn't you like to fuck Camron too?" Damn that's a big smile Dad has.

Camron too. Camron got onto the couch between us, on his knees. Dad reached in and scooped cum out of me, then out of Mom. To use as lube. It took them a bit, but soon Dad was just pounding Camron.

Which is when someone walked in. I've never met her, but I know her by reputation. Carlina. She scoped everything out, and then turned and locked the door. She came over and watched for a bit, then looked at Mom, and then at me. We both got an electric smile.

"You both need to be cleaned out," she said. And then she did. Dad was enamored. He loved watching her. God he was hard. After he filled up Camron. Carlina looked over her shoulder and smiled.

And wiggled her ass. Mom was even nice enough to help ease him in. Then he freaking pounded her and somehow I ended up with his load on my chest.

Camron to the rescue. I think my relationship with my parents has evolved to a new level, don't you? Did I mention Mom going down on Carlina? We all learned a few things. Little did I know.

Camron suggested I stop here, and he'll pick it up in the next entry. The game itself had a seriously cool twist.

I don't think I thought this through

Somehow I got caught up in the fun and forgot the whole President of the United States thing. She was just so nice and all. I am on my way to the freaking White House. I may be German but come on, the freaking White House. The acronym isn't WH anymore. It's FWH. Oh, Frida here.

At least to me.

You see I'm stuck. How does one ask for landing permission at the FWH? It's not something that came up in my training. Why would it! So, I did the only thing I knew to do. I called DC air traffic control on the radio.

A freaking radio. Who uses radios?

I guess everyone but us.

Then the weirdest thing happened.

They responded with the vector to the Rose Garden lawn. I never should have doubted Chris. President Chris. The President.

She had it all arranged. I later found out that she had called the tower personally. Apparently it freaked them out too.

I have no doubt. I landed as instructed on the Rose Garden lawn. There was a podium set up and Chris was standing in front of it. When I landed, some of the cameras swiveled, so what the hell, I waved. When I dropped the stairs, a woman Secret Service agent was waiting.

She stuck out her hand.

"I'm Kira," she said. "She's just got a few more minutes. You've been introduced as a school leader from Germany."

"That's not going to work," I said. "Maybe after Berlin, but not after Harvard."

"She knows. You're the first to be a part of her Fuck with the media campaign. Not like the old guy. For fun. She is going to pick someone she really likes to have lunch with. The only requirement is that the person needs to have enough reputation that the press will speculate. By the end of the day they'll publish something like you're going to buy Georgetown," said Kira. OK, I snorted. My bad.

"You already bought Georgetown," said Kira.

"I thought it would be fun to announce with Chris," I said. Then I shrugged. No, clearly I didn't buy it to fuck with Chris and the media. That was just an added bonus.

"Well, I guess her first one will come true," said Kira. "Don't introduce it now. Talk to Chris first. She has ideas." Kira escorted me up behind Chris and we just stood there in the background. Chris finished up and turned to me and pulled me up beside her.

"I thought I'd introduce my friend Frida, who leads the Medical University of Berlin," said Chris. OK, roll with it. I just smiled and nodded.

"Any questions for either of us?" asked Chris. Shit, really?

"Frida, are you here to buy something? Maybe Georgetown?" asked a reporter. Before I could say anything, Chris jumped in.

"Now you know she can't answer that. She's here for lunch with me. Ask her anything that has already happened," said Chris. "I hear she picked up a little school in Boston recently too." Sure Chris, a little school in Boston.

We got thrown some softballs until one question from someone I didn't recognize, but Chris clearly did and her view of him clearly wasn't positive.

"So, Miss President, is this all part of a continuing plan for Dionysus to take over the United States? After all, it is awfully convenient you're in this role. How do we know you're not the mastermind of this entire thing?" he asked. Well, that was quite a question. I just shut my mouth.

Chris laughed. A deep belly laugh.

"So, your theory is that of all the people in our small country, sending the 15 year old in to take over the United States was our best plan, and it is working," said Chris. "All of that is based on our tiny country having what it takes to conquer the lone remaining superpower. Got it. Well, if that was the plan, it was really stupid. I'm sure your question is rooted in your stellar research. Please share. I'll wait."

I gave the press corps credit. They waited him out, all the way to him spinning on his heel and storming off. Chris just lost it laughing and finally recovered.

"I'm sorry, the laughter was unprofessional, but I'm 15. That was funny. You know you all want to laugh," she said. And waited. Which was why most of the sound bites from tonight would start with his question and end with the laughter with nothing in between.

"Now let's be honest here. If anyone is plotting to take over the world, it is Jessica," said Chris. "Any other silly questions?"

There were and they were good ones and Chris is a star. She handled them all. Then one came to us both.

"So, your immoral country is trying to take over the world and this Jessica person is leading it. You finally admitted it!" said one man. I saw Kira nod. He didn't seem quite in control.

"Sir, Jessica is my 4-year-old sister. I'm pretty sure world dominance isn't on her daily schedule," said Chris. I have to skip ahead briefly. That afternoon, Jessica released a copy of her next day's schedule.

0800 - Breakfast
0900 - Potty time
0915 - Reading class
1000 - World domination
1130 - Nap time
1200 - Lunch
1300 - Free play

It became a meme. But back to today, because it got a bit crazy. The guy pulled out a gun. How he got a gun on the White House grounds, I don't know, but he got off a shot and it appeared to be pointed right at Chris.

Thank God it missed. Kira tackled Chris and someone else tackled me. We were literally carried into the Oval office and the White House went on lockdown. We finally got up and sat on a couch and a doctor was brought in. Chris laughed and dropped something onto the coffee table.

"I'm fine," said Chris. "Are you OK Frida?" I nodded that I was. They still insisted on checking our vitals. Chris scooped up what she'd dropped before anyone but Kira and I saw it.

A spent bullet. Just crushed. Chris held up her hand so the I could see and there was a small pink mark on the palm. Chris shooed everyone out of the Oval office except Kira and the head of the Secret Service.

And me.

"Miss, let me escort you to someplace you can wait," he said, to me. Chris laughed.

"Dude, you're the only one in the room that is still missing some info. She can stay," said Chris. Then she opened her palm and handed the bullet to him.

"Now you get to come up with an elaborate cover story about how you found this bullet," said Chris.

"Where did this come from?" he asked. Chris held up her palm.

"You're trying to tell me that you caught a bullet that was traveling fast enough to do this when it hit your hand?" he said, showing the deformed bullet.

"See why you've got to come up with a story?" said Chris. "A President that can catch bullets might shake up the country a bit, don't you think?"

"This is ridiculous. What's really going on?" he said. "I've found you to be honest and wonderful to work for. What's with this BS?"

Suddenly his coat opened, and his wallet floated out and fell to the floor. Then his pen. Then his earpiece pulled out and fell to the floor with his radio.

That's some antiquated shit.

Then he lifted up a foot or so and floated around the room.

"Yes it is happening and yes it is me doing it," said Chris. "And yes it is fucking nuts." She set him down where he started and then put everything back. No, not by handing it to him. It all floated right back.

"And no, it wasn't just a good guess on what you were thinking," said Chris.

"Telekinesis, invulnerability, and mind reading," he said. "Anything else?"

"We're not invincible. It's a part of telekinesis and only the strongest can do it," said Chris.

"Only the strongest," he said. "Others can do it."

"Yes, me too, since you were wondering," I said. Yes, I'd read him. Suddenly he picked up a paperweight and threw it right at my head. I caught it easily and set it down.

"Um, I played softball for four years. That didn't require any powers, but was pretty rude of you," I said. He settled down onto a couch and then jumped up. Chris laughed.

"Sit down. You need it. Now this is your problem too," said Chris.

"We have a fundamental dilemma. If we lie about your powers, then that bullet is tainted," said the SS dude. Hmm. SS dude might not be the right term for a German girl to use. We'll go with chief.

Then Chris laughed.

"You're thinking like someone shot at the President of the United States. Start thinking about someone shooting the Prime Minister of Dionysus," said Chris. The chief looked confused. Yes, chief is better, but not great.

So, I introduced myself. I am sure he knew who I was. After all, he's the chief and I landed a space plane on the lawn with permission. That's not why I did it. I wanted to know his name.

Yeah, I could have read him, but that would have been rude.

"My name is Chief Clark," he said.

"Dude, we're gonna spend some time together. I'm just Frida," I said, and Chris laughed.

"His first name is Chester and he hates it. He did tell you his first name. Everyone just calls him Chief," said Chris.

OK then.

Chief turned to Chris and I do find that weird to type.

"You're suggesting they would be prosecuted under Dionysus law," said Chief. Still weird. Chris laughed.

"Of course not. We would move him to Robertville, give him a house, and retrain him through sex," said Chris. "That's what we do. We fuck them until they're docile."

Chief just stared at Chris, aghast. OK, if I have to write Chief, I get to write aghast.

Then he got hard.

I just stared at Chris.

"Sorry, every once in a while, my bitchy teen self pops out," said Chris. "That was inappropriate, and I apologize." Chief smiled.

"I was imagining myself as the prisoner," said Chief, laughing. Well that crisis seemed to pass.

"OK, we're going on a tangent and I absolutely know this is inappropriate and I don't care," said Chris. "Chief, you're an amazing guy. You're thoughtful, you clearly care about everyone around you, and, frankly, you're smoking hot. But you never date. You're a loner."

He thought about it for a while. Chris waited patiently.

"You don't have to answer the question," said Chris, softly.

Chief sat up straight.

"I felt like my sexual orientation would make me vulnerable. I'm gay," said Chief.

"No, you're not," said Chris, to Chief's surprise.

"Listen, I have no doubt you have an attraction to men. You think you're more stoic than you are. No one else but me saw it, I promise you," said Chris. "But you do it to the attractive women too. Maybe you don't realize you do, but I see it. Men get hard. Most women don't notice or choose not to. I read it as information. You've gotten hard for about an equal mix. I'll give you a perfect example. Frida seriously turns you on. When she caught the paperweight and got snarky with you, you liked it. No, you loved it."

Chief turned red. Bright red. It's kind of subtle though, because Chief is black. Somalia is my guess. A deep dark black. He's freaking gorgeous.

And that cock getting hard? That's a big one.

Chief started to say something, but Chris cut him off.

"Don't deny it. You don't need to either way. Come home with me this weekend. You can just watch, or you can join in," said Chris. "You can fuck Frida for sure. You can fuck me too. You can fuck and get fucked by Noah, or Orlando, or damn near anyone you choose. You can decide after 10 minutes that you want to go home, and I'll personally fly you. They're pretty wild weekends and I know you know our ages of consent."

"Not to be rude, but you can offer other people for sex?" said Chief. I admit I snorted. Chris just looked at me and smiled.

"I'd fuck you on the Oval Office carpet," I said. "Sex is a thing. I've barely met you and can already tell you're a nice guy that is constrained by his life. Come for the weekend."

He thought about it for a bit and then turned to Kira. I wondered if he'd connect.

"You go with her often," he said. Kira just laughed.

"Best sex I've ever had," said Kira. "Men, women, boys, and girls. Chris and Frida won't even be offended when I say that they both give incredible head. Then again, so do I. For men, women, boys, and girls."

I think it helped that Chris and I moaned. Kira is very good at oral sex.

Suddenly he brightened.

"OK, I'm in," said Chief. "But what are we doing with the shooter?" Just then we heard the sound of an ion plane landing. We all turned and looked out the window. The shooter was led to the plane, in zip cuffs. He was passed to two of our defense force members and they went on board. Shortly it lifted off. As it did, the pilot waved.

Yeah. They all played that clip from the dude getting put on board to Jessica waving over and over. It was after the flight that she published her schedule. Right after she did that, she released a selfie. In her F-81, fully armed including exterior missiles, upside down.

In orbit, with Earth in the background. It was a short video, no more than 5 or 6 seconds, but the entire soundtrack was Jessica.

Giggling. I admit, if I didn't understand the context, it was scary AF.

OK, deep down, Jessica might scare me a little.

Why did I freaking wait

I wasn't just a loner. I was celibate. I was great friends with my right hand. I am also limber and have an 11-inch (28 cm) cock, so I gave myself frequent blowjobs. As it turns out, they have classes to help people become limber enough to do it. They have developed specific yoga exercises to help. I know this because I saw the training video that included Orlando and Gabe doing it. Chris turned me on to so much. OK, the first three words stood alone as a sentence too. It sure confused me, given I thought I was gay. She's gorgeous. She is funny. She is so damn powerful. She has a body that could get an erection from a corpse. Those damn puffies. She is also incredibly casual about her body. Presidents move from meeting to meeting and sometimes require different outfits. Male presidents pretty much limit it to taking off the jacket and maybe putting on a sweater. Female presidents have to wear different outfits in different situations. Chris just doesn't care. If she needs to change for the next meeting during your meeting, she does. I will say the military officers that carry the football just love that of Chris. The men and the women. She's changed so much around here. It is actually fun to work for Chris and not just because we see her naked a lot. Or at least topless. Sometimes she wears panties.

Sometimes.

Right after she started in the role, she would kick off her day with a security briefing from me and a schedule briefing from Miriam. She found out that we usually got their early and waited for her. I have to share the story. I get a free tangent, don't I?

"Well that's just silly. We need to multitask. Both of you come up when you get here. We can do the briefings while I get ready," she said. Those words did not properly convey what she meant, in any way. The next day Miriam and I walked in together, grabbed coffees and walked up to the door to the family quarters. Chris doesn't live here, still, but she does work out in the gym and then gets ready. We knocked and heard her yell.

"Come on in," she yelled. We both walked in and waited in the foyer. Soon she walked out, wrapping a towel around her wet hair. That particular towel was the only thing she was wearing. She had another towel in her hand and proceeded to put her foot up on the coffee table and start drying her leg. Miriam actually moaned.

I damn near came. That particular position is revealing. Very much so. Then she did the other leg and finally dried her back.

Which made those damn puffies jiggle.

That took some deep breaths to control myself. Miriam didn't make it. She mewed through a small orgasm just standing there. Chris laughed.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," said Chris. "I guess I should have asked if this was an issue. In Dionysus, I rarely wear any clothes. No one does."

"No one?" squeaked Miriam.

Chris laughed again.

"OK, spill it," said Chris. "You just rolled through a list, imagining them naked. The list, in order of your picturing them. Top ten. Go."

"But only if you want to," said Chris. "I'm sorry. It's hard coming back to such a prudish world."

Yes, it is hard. Very, very hard.

We have done every briefing since with Chris naked. I have enjoyed every minute of every briefing. No one has touched anyone at all, but Miriam has an orgasm three days out of five. Maybe four days.

I am glad I wear dark pants. I'm at about once a week.

Have you seen that woman? Have you seen Noah? They often work out together. Which means they get dressed together. I will always remember the day that he got hard while they were both drying off.

"Do you mind?" she said, to Miriam and me. We both shook our heads no even though we had no idea what she meant. We were in. Which is why we got to see Chris blow Noah and kiss the cum to him. That was mild compared to what we've seen since.

Sorry for the lengthy tangent. Oh wait, Miriam's list.

Bob, Amy, Sophia, Gabe, Orlando, Morgan, Leslie, Jameis, Luca.

That was her list. Chris called her on it.

"That's nine," said Chris. Then she waited. Finally, she took a deep breath and answered.

"Jessica," said Miriam. Wow. Chris gave her a big smile.

"Young and powerful. Throw in a serious dose of snark, along with the fact that number 11 was likely Bill and they are worthy of the list. Particularly given they have an exception," said Chris. Oh, I had to ask.

"What do you mean an exception?" I asked.

"I probably shouldn't have mentioned that, but it means that even though Jessica and Bill are 4, they have an exception to live by the 7 year old rules," said Chris. Miriam moaned. Chris smiled. I love that smile.

"And you're 15," said Miriam.

"Why yes I am," said Chris.

Oh God.

The next few days were hard

In both the figurative and literal sense. I forgot to mention that Chris told me, early on, that if I ever needed to stay in the family quarters and jack off, it was just fine. She's pretty blunt.

I did it pretty often. I was confused, but painfully hard. A lot.

Anyway, it is now early on Saturday morning. Very early. 0400. Chris has us meet her at The Falls. Miriam is going too.

OK, that's not quite everything. She had us meet at The Falls at 1700. On Friday. Miriam, Kira, and me.

I learned a lot. Noah and Chris, Morgan and Sophia, Ruby and Tomas, Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie, Rylee, Henry, and Carol.

All live at The Falls. It was the best night of my life. Somehow Chris knew that I was a virgin with a woman. She asked if she could be my first. She suggested that I bring someone I trust, or admired, for moral support.

And maybe more. Yes, they were all open to it. How in the holy fuck do you pick?

In this case it was easier than I expected, because there was an obvious answer. Which was how Chris, Noah, Miriam, and I went back to the master bedroom together.

I went from novice to experienced in record time. Chris was my first. Noah was my second. Then I was Noah's first and Miriam was my third. Then Miriam was Noah's second. Well you get the idea. Much of the time we were all involved. Miriam and I were connected and worked well as a team. I admire Miriam.

"Then fucking ask her out on a damn date," said Chris. Then Chris went off. Hard. Which had an effect on me, because I was buried deep in her. She had insisted that the first time I cum in her. As she put it, everyone's first should be in someone.

This time she wanted me to cum on her puffies, which I happily did. A lot of cum. Then Miriam and I cleaned it all up and kissed it to each other.

We were almost done when all of us were just covered with cum. Covered.

Bob was at the head of the bed. Pari had jacked him off onto us.

This is a fun kingdom. A really, really fun kingdom. I have no idea why Bob and Pari were here, but the next person I fucked was Amy, so my day went well. The best was Miriam. By far. Miriam and I found a bedroom and went to bed early, leading to 0400.

Off to Robertville

We took off at 0400. We landed at 1115. Remember, we crossed 7 times zones. The flight was 15 minutes. I do like the way these people travel. Chris promised to take us into space on the way back. Miriam has already been!

We landed at a large hotel. You've read that line before I'll bet. Of course, it was Amy and Bob's house. Pari then led us back out onto the back porch, overlooking the water. Pari seemed pretty familiar with the house. That thought made Pari laugh.

"Yeah, pretty familiar," said Pari. Somehow that made Amy and Bob laugh. I was confused. Then Bob leaned over and gave Pari an incredible kiss and tweaked her now visible nipples. Everyone had stripped. Even Miriam. Then Amy leaned over and kissed Pari while fingering her to orgasm. Right there on the porch.

They all stood up.

"Pretty familiar," said Pari. "Are you comfortable? Do you want to go?"

"No, he doesn't," said Miriam. God she is gorgeous. Then she undressed me. She kissed every new exposed piece of skin. Every. Finally, I was naked and of course I was freaking hard. She pushed me down on an outdoor lounge and climbed right on.

"Who do you want to sit on your face?" asked Miriam.

"Man, woman, boy or girl," said Kira, who is pretty damn beautiful herself. And naked.

I looked around while Miriam gently bounced up and down.

There was a young woman nearby that was just incredible. Very young. I might have thought too young, but she is visibly pregnant. She is holding hands with one of the king's other sons. Luke. They saw me looking and walked over.

"You need someone on your face," said Luke. "If you were looking at me, I'm sorry, but I am only 8. However, my lovely wife Cassie is 12 and would love to climb on. You'd both enjoy it."

We both just nodded. I don't think either one of us could speak. Cassie knelt over me and lowered herself onto my mouth. Just as she did, I saw Miriam lean in for a kiss. I was licking and Miriam was stroking her clit. She didn't last long and squirted everywhere.

That was too much for me. Miriam lifted up and off and sat on my legs. Cassie engulfed me in her mouth just as I started cumming. She kept swallowing and almost kept up. She finally sat up, with a little cum right on her lip.

"You have cum on your lips dear," said Luke. "I can't lick it off Chief, but you can."

Which led to me doing just that and kissing it to Cassie. Which led to me getting hard which led to Cassie bouncing up and down on me while I gave the sexiest young boy named Horacio a blowjob. That ended in Cassie's mouth. I lasted and Cassie was bouncing leisurely and I ended up sucking nine cocks. All the cum ended up with Cassie. It wasn't until later they explained their view on the benefit of cum.

All I knew was that it was fun. Three of the cocks came in my mouth and I kissed the cum to Cassie.

We have been here less than an hour.

I finally got to sit up and look around. There were hundreds of people. All naked. Most fucking. I learned a lot of new things. One was to be more direct. Pari showed me how.

"Do you still have one left?" asked Pari. "I'd love for you to fuck me."

"Aren't you in a relationship with Bob and Amy?" I asked and she laughed.

"Sure. Want them to join us?" she said, with a smile that would light the sun. This young woman is special.

"Nope," she said. "Not special. Pretty typical." Just then Ruby walked up. Holy shit. Naked. Dripping. Pari pointed and Ruby looked down. She wiped it up with her finger and started to put her finger in her mouth.

"Want a taste?" she asked, offering me her finger. Oh, hell yes I licked it off.

"Bob," I said, and Ruby laughed.

"Well done," said Ruby. "Come here."

Which is how Ruby and Pari led me to a big lounge. Ruby laid down and Pari knelt over here. They were in a furious 69 and Pari wiggled her cute little ass. She looked up and turned to me.

"That is the universal signal for fuck me please," said Pari.

"Even your ass wiggles say please," said Ruby.

"Hey, I'm polite," said Pari. "And a good fuck."

That she is. That she is.

My day kept getting better. Chris, Noah, Pari, Ruby, Bob, and Miriam.

Miriam and I fell asleep on a lounge. All the way until morning. Someone had covered us up with a blanket. There were at least thirty other couples sleeping outside.

Camping was never like this before. No wait, not couples. Some. Maybe not even the majority. I see Ruby with Tomas and Tegan. Oh, and Luca. Tomas is lying on Luca. Amy is with Pari and Bob. They're adorable together and a week ago I might have said it was wrong.

I found myself wondering when some of the 8-year-olds turn 9. I got up and so did Miriam. There was a buffet visible inside and a lot of people were just rinsing off in the outside shower. Miriam and I did that then looked out over the giant porch. I was holding her hand.

"You know," said Miriam. "Carlina and Tegan are 9." Then she pointed to them walking our way.

We'd eat later. Let's just say that Miriam likes to be in charge.

They'll get married

I know it. They'll know it. And this time I'm not talking about Pari and Mom and Dad, although they will too. Miriam and Chief. Do you know she calls him Chet? And he lets her.

That's true love.

I did sit them down and tell them that any weekend they wanted to get away privately, I could arrange it. I also told them that if they didn't start dating immediately, I would have to fire them both.

I wouldn't. I couldn't. They knew that.

They were so careful though. They'd show affection in my office, if it was just me or just people that knew. Morgan wouldn't start a meeting until they made out. They misunderstood and both made out with her, but she didn't seem to object.

"I meant with each other," said Morgan.

"We know," said Miriam. Then she kissed Chief. He rocked her through a pretty damn big orgasm.

Good together, right?

But what about the shooter?

Chief again. Relationships are so much easier when your boss orders you to go out with someone.

Kidding. I went from being convinced that I was gay to dating a simply wonderful woman. It took us a bit, but we finally went public. Are you surprised that it was a double-date with Chris and Noah? Oh yeah, lots of pictures. Chris was asked about it at her next press conference. Given she holds them, personally, every day, that was quick.

"So, rumor has it that Chief and Miriam are dating," said one report, to Chris.

"That wasn't a question," said Chris, smiling.

"Are they dating?" clarified the reporter.

"How should I know?" said Chris. "I'm just their boss. How inappropriate of me to be involved in the personal lives of two teammates."

They kept asking. She kept taking them apart. Politely.

"Listen," said Chris, finally. "You're wasting your time. If I don't know anything, I have nothing to tell you. If I do know something, I wouldn't tell you. Both look the same to you, so you've got nothing. Why is it your business. They're two simply wonderful people that I care deeply about. If they choose to spend time together, then I would cheer. But it is not my business and it is not your business. I get your fascination with my life, but I'm the damn president and it comes with the job. It does not, in anyway, come with theirs. So, drop it. Just drop it."

Suddenly Chris was pissed. Really pissed. She came around the podium and got right inside the personal space of a young woman reporter.

"How dare you," said Chris. "You just stepped over a line, pretty damn far, and I won't put up with it. I won't ban you, but you will never, ever get a question answered from me or anyone in my administration. Period. Grow up. I said their personal life was theirs and you need to fucking listen."

With that the press conference was over. The room cleared, leaving the three of us.

"What did she say?" asked Miriam.

"Doesn't matter," said Chris.

Miriam crossed her arms and waited her out. Finally, Chris chuckled.

"Look out Chief," said Chris. "If you see that look, just agree. Anything else is dangerous. What she muttered was "I'll bet he fucked you too, you little slut."

"And ya did. Quite well I might add," said Chris, going back to a powerful smile.

Life has changed.

Let me wrap up the shooter though. It turned out he was a family member of the founder of the Westboro Baptist Church. He had been really fucked up by the church. He is also 15 years old and they sent him because they didn't believe he would be tried as an adult. In that respect, they were right, because Chris didn't press charges at all. We rolled up the entire leadership of the church. The charges for convincing a minor to try to murder the President are pretty substantial. I honestly don't know what happened to the kid. He went off with Jessica, remember?

I'll wrap this up

Chris here. We took him to Robertville and enrolled him in school. He got his own apartment and sees a therapist every day. He's a good kid fucked up by the bastardization of religion. He also had virtually no schooling. He'll have his Masters in the first six months. He's doing a pre-med program too. He and Elena have become friends. His name is Art.

We all like Art.

OK, we all like Art. I am pretty sure he likes Dionysus too.

One funny story

I have to tell one final funny story. Before Chris, it never would have happened. I guess that is implied. Working for her did sometimes hurt and I knew she really meant I could go jack off. She'd be cool if Miriam went with me, but proprieties had to be followed. I'd just been in the room when Chris, Carlina, and Tegan all changed.

So hard it hurt. I was naked, with my legs thrown over my head and my cock as deep in my mouth as I could get it. Chris came running into the Lincoln bedroom unexpectedly. She stopped short and took in the scene. Then she sat down in a chair.

And watched. She didn't say anything or do anything. Well, not quite true. She pulled her dress up and fingered herself to orgasm just as I came. It was huge. I'm sucking myself while watching Chris with three fingers pounding her own pussy.

I waterboarded myself. I swallowed as much as I could, and Chris stepped out and came back with a towel and a wet washcloth. I was lying on the bed at this point. She stood at the side of the bed and kind of nodded at my cock. I nodded too. She carefully wiped my face. She had a second cloth and gently cleaned off my cock and balls. Then she dried them both.

Then she helped me get dressed and we went downstairs.

She's a helpful boss. Don't worry. I often have a need to be at The Falls after hours. So does Miriam.

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