17 Feb 2020

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House manager Berry

Julia here. Bob dropped by the other day with a challenge. He was willing to fix the problem but long term he wondered if I was a better choice. I do love Bob. His confidence in me is my foundation. In this case I knew I could help him but disagreed with his future state. That's the other thing I love about Bob. When I told him that, his response was a simple ok. He trusts me.

You have no idea how important that is to me. Life changing but we all know Bob and Amy saved us all. Not just Juanita. Look at Ruby. Good grief. She freaking runs major companies with a total revenue near $250 billion.

She is 13.

I'll let Bob take over shortly. He came to me because he had too many houses to manage them without help. That has to be one of the weirdest things I have ever written. Who has that many houses? Bob does. They're not just houses that sit empty though. He and Amy are the most generous people in the world. He has a reservation app and the houses are available to the entire extended family. They tend to add people to the extended family list a lot. I think it might be because Bob wants to buy a new house. Sometimes Amy. Heck I have my eye on one on Malta where the cruise line is based.

Any of us can buy a house. Bob encourages it. Crazy.

I was going to hurt my productivity. Badly. Bob needed someone to basically own the houses. All the caretakers would work for them. All the services like landscaping and the like. Making sure the taxes were paid and insurance was current. Buying and maintaining the toys. Some houses didn't have full-time caretakers and this person would manage that and even decide when they should. Tokyo is a good example. It doesn't have caretakers now. It probably should.

So, I was going to sacrifice for two reasons. One was that whatever Bob needed I would help. Period. The other was it was a heck of an opportunity and Berry was ready. She had been my assistant for almost a year. She ran my life and could be a firm taskmaster when she needed to be. She was also an outstanding manager and I had shifted projects and teams to her. My deal with Bob was that he could have her for a year to put everything together but at the end of the year I wanted her back to run a resort. Whatever new resort she chose. She is that good. One option was Monte Carlo. Our biggest property and the person I had running it was close to retirement. Berry could do it.

Did I mention she is 10 years old?

But she will be an entire year older when she takes over a resort.

If I don't steal her back early.

OK time to setup a chat with Bob about Berry. I don't think they have even met yet.

Not for Bob anymore

Julia here again. Well this entry is taking a radical turn. I had to tell Bob that his perfect person may no longer be available. Between the last paragraph and this Luca texted me that our leader in Monte Carlo decided to retire a year early and gave us three weeks' notice.

Three weeks!

Time to chat with Berry. Luca was already on board. He had tried to steal her at least every two weeks for a while. I called her into my office.

She hopped in, as adorable as ever.

"What's up boss?" said Berry.

"I have an opportunity for you," I said.

"Isn't that just code for more work?" laughed Berry.

"Maybe. It is a new opportunity and personally this conversation sucks because I'll lose you," I said. She perked up, understandably.

"Sounds interesting. Something working for Luca? Do I finally get to be a team leader at the casino?" she said. She had that as her goal for a while.

This was sort of like that, right?

"Sure, sort of," I said. "We would like you to take over as the managing director of all of our properties in Monte Carlo."

For the first time since I met her, Berry was speechless.

"Could you repeat that?" said Berry sitting down in shock. So, I did.

"Well you did say I would be working for Luca," she said. We both laughed.

"Sure, I'd love to do it. I'll have to figure out some logistics. My parents won't want me to move but I assume I can arrange pilots for them to visit a lot," said Berry. I smiled and nodded.

"Do I get my own E-82 so I can come home?" she said. I smiled and nodded.

"Seriously? I get my own E-82?" she said. "I was kidding."

"Sure, you will. Berry, you will be a senior executive in our organization. You'll run our largest and most visible property. The property where we are innovating and stretching the boundaries of our company. You'll be the number 4 person in the company behind Luca, Eleanor, and me. You can have anything you want," I said. "For example, you'll be living in Monte Carlo. You'll need a yacht to position yourself in the community. It needs to be a nice yacht. At least 150 feet. Maybe 250. The job comes with an 8-bedroom villa overlooking the port with a complete staff, which is good because you should have responsible adults. Not that you are not a responsible adult, but you'll need help. You'll be busy. Now I think the villa is overdone and needs to be completely renovated. I'd suggest reaching out to Chloe and having her help you find a designer to work with. If you spend less than 15 million then you have wasted your time. I'd also take a Jetsons car with you. We are OK with them in the wild now and it will ease your commute. Pick something fun. A Ferrari or a Lamborghini, whatever you want."

"If you take the job, you will also move into the inner circle," I said. That got a gasp.

"Me? In the inner circle. Me?" she said. I reached into my desk and pulled out a jewelry box. It had a gorgeous pair of diamond and pearl earrings. Very unique. I opened it up and showed her. She was enthralled.

"Do you want to talk to your family?" I said.

She thought for a moment.

"No. I accept. I'll work it out," she said. I handed her the jewelry box and her eyes got wide and she smiled.

"Do you have any suggestions for your replacement?" I said.

"Oh sure. My sister Peaches," she said. "She just graduated from DAU with her business degree."

I must have given her a funny look and she laughed.

"Don't worry, she just turned 9," she said. This time I laughed.

"She is hired. Tell her she starts tomorrow," I said. "Now put on your earrings and take your entire family to a nice restaurant in Athens. Order good wine. Blow big bucks." She looked concerned.

"We can't," she said. I didn't let her get the sentence out. I tapped the jewelry box.

"Yes, you can," I said. "You are in the inner circle. Buy a house. Buy them all a Lamborghini. Buy a hotel. Do whatever you want." She sat back in her chair.

"Wow," she said.

"Now get the hell out of here. Come back tomorrow with your sister," I said. She hopped up and ran.

And what a first post

Berry here. What a first post. I feel about Julia like she feels about Bob. Our family situation was rough. I actually met her in a grocery store in a long line waiting to check out. In Athens. I had just few cheap items. It was all we could afford. Both my parents were out of work and unemployment in Athens is a huge problem. It took her about 2 minutes to figure out what was going on and I didn't tell her shit.

She physically dragged me out of line. She made me get a cart and she got one too. We walked every aisle and she just kept filling our carts. They were overflowing by the time we got to the line. Both carts.

Then she paid for it all and arranged for it to be delivered. Then she took me to lunch. She insisted on an outdoor table so it wouldn't feel weird for me.

Are you kidding? After what she spent she could have my first born. We had a wonderful lunch, but I knew she was testing me. Mostly about what I knew about Dionysus. Sorry Julia the secret is out. I finally just told her that and she laughed. By then she knew my dad was a day laborer and my mom worked in a laundry.

Or at least they used to. Somehow I found myself taking Julia to our truly crappy apartment. The groceries had already arrived, and my parents were in a state of shock. They kept asking if I had stolen something.

Julia laughed. She introduced herself. Then she offered them jobs. She gave them a choice of working at DAU and staying in Athens or moving to Amyville and working at the casino.

She had us moved the next day. Somehow we got a house that I knew was nicer than we should. I felt like she had adopted my whole family. She kind of had.

I graduated from high school in a flash. So did my sister. I started working for Julia while I was in college. I finished my first degree in months. I was smart but the system challenged me.

I freaking loved it. I had set a goal of being a team leader by 14. Others had done it. I could too.

I might have overshot my goal. I admit I was scared but Julia wanted me to do this. I knew I could, but I'd miss my family.

I was on my way to work with my sister Peaches. Yeah our parents were nuts. No, they were fruity. OK, my jokes are no better than Bob's.

We went in and both got hugs. Julia asked me if she could speak to me privately.

"You know I was silly," said Julia. "Why don't you take your whole family with you. Your parents can transfer. Plenty of jobs for Peaches including your assistant if you want. The existing assistant retired too. As long as you don't mind them all working in your organization."

I'm pretty sure my squeal was heard on the moon.

My family was a little freaked out about my moving. Now they were freaked out about all of us moving. While we were talking a courier arrived. We had never gotten anything from a courier before.

Jewelry for my entire family. It all just had a note from Julia.

Enjoy. Congratulations on the new job. I'll miss you.

I love that woman. At least I didn't leave Julia in a lurch. My best friend Agapio was Julia's new assistant. I think Julia liked him. I sure did! He was an old man of 16, with all that came with that, including a smoking body and a long thick cock. Let's just say the interview went well.

Oh, you want details. Everyone wants details!

I had arranged for Agapio to interview at 1000. He arrived, dressed nicely and even wearing a tie. Considering I was wearing booty shorts, I might have been underdressed.

Only booty shorts. I admit, I anticipated those coming off too. Agapio is a tall, dark, and handsome. He also has a thick 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock.

Ask me how I know. More than that, he's a giving lover. He loves going down. Women, men, he just loves oral. Trust me. He's good at it. The interview had gone well and Agapio accepted, with excitement. Oh, I mean regular excitement, but I also mean he got hard. What looked to be painfully hard. That's when Julia went through the can but don't have to.

"I appreciate that, but I am a product of the school system," said Agapio. "As such, I'm quite familiar. Is there anything I can do for either of you personally?"

I am pretty sure Julia set the tone when she dropped her dress to the floor. I dream of looking like her at that age. Heck, I dream of looking like her at any age. I'm cute. She's smoking.

I did take the booty shorts off. Julia walked over and proceeded to undress Agapio. One button, one kiss, second button, another kiss. She pushed his shirt off and it dropped to the floor. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. She waited until he had stepped out of them.

Then she engulfed his cock in her mouth. Holy shit. She sucked for a few moments, and then asked me if he had cum yet. He shook his head no. Oh good. She waved me over and we passed his cock back and forth. She was sucking and I saw his cock start to swell. She pulled off and took a few squirts on her magnificent breasts, then aimed his cock at me.

My nipple bumps were soaked.

Then she laid back. Oh, I did too. Agapio showed us his skills while Julia and I kissed. Between his fingers and tongue and Julia's kisses, I just kept going over and over. He switched over to her and she came in an instant. I think it helped that I had gotten up on my knees and was sucking on her nipple.

She likes that. I know she does. She went off, hard, and Agapio slid up and in. It was one hell of a fuck. Slow, then fast. He switched it up and finally he slowed and teased her with his cock.

I've never seen her squirt so much. That set him off too and he pulled out. It was even more cum than before. We were both drenched. Agapio rearranged us, with me on my knees over Julia.

Oh good. Hard again. Damn he's a good fuck.

The interview was 10 minutes. The lovemaking was almost two hours.

Feels about right. I left Julia in good hands. And mouth. And cock.

Wait until he meets Jesse. He'll like Jesse. Oh gosh, look who just walked in the room. I was going to give them the room but come on. Jesse. We repeated everything. Sucking, fucking, fucking, fucking. Oh, you caught that. Julia, me, Agapio.

Jesse likes 'em all.

Off to Monaco

Today we were off to Monaco. None of us had ever been there and I was showing up with my family as the new boss. I'd read all the journals and these stories were common, but not to me personally. Or my family. In less than a year my family went from a crappy apartment, to a beautiful home in Amyville, to an incredible villa in Monaco. Luckily my family was a sponge with languages, even Mom and Dad. We could all speak French and Italian, which was perfect for Monaco. Oh, did I mention my 12-year-old brother Banana? Just kidding. He is Linus. I guess our parents only liked fruit for girls. Although Linus is from Peanuts!

They're a little weird. Talented though.

We flew over in my new E-82. Come on, of course I could already fly. Linus was taking lessons and I'd finally convinced Mom and Dad too. As for me, I worked for Julia. I was almost always her pilot. Our villa was undergoing renovation under the direction of Matia. Oh God Matia was gorgeous. An actual adult, even by the old standards. She was in her early twenties. She was tiny though, about 5'0" tall, but with amazing C cups. Of course, I'd seen her breasts. We'd all seen her breasts. She was enamored with Linus. Understandably so, given his skills. After all he'd been practicing on Peaches and me for a long time.

Oh, lost my train of thought there. Since the villa was undergoing renovations, we landed on our yacht. Bob can call them anything he wants, but it was a freaking yacht. He'd picked it for me. He thought Julia's original suggestion was just too small. You know, 250 feet long. That was the boat she picked. So, he gave us one of his favorites. I think he just wanted a new boat, but damn it was nice. He called it a 324. It was a sister ship to the Madame Gu. Feel free to Google it. She had a long front deck which could accommodate multiple planes or helicopters or, well, flying cars. We landed our E-82 on the yacht. Read that sentence again. We all had our own bedrooms. I insisted that Mom and Dad take the master, but they refused. They said they wouldn't at the villa either. This was my gig and they wanted to recognize that. We fussed about it for a bit, but in the end I let them win. They are my parents. And it got me the master. Kidding. Sort of.

Tomorrow is my first day. All of our first day. We're all a little freaked out. Peaches was my assistant and we were really good with that. Peaches is fun. Linus had graduated too and wanted to learn the business from the ground up, so he started on a maintenance crew. It was his idea. He'd move fast. We weren't going to tell anyone about our family relationships until we had established ourselves. We wouldn't lie if asked, but we wouldn't volunteer much.

Tonight, we were going to help each other relax. Orgasms are relaxing, aren't they? I could give you all the details but come on. Two sexy guys, three sexy girls. We wore the men out first, then the girls kept going. And going. And going.

I slept well.

Employee orientation

Still Berry. Tomorrow is today! We were all going in a few minutes apart. When I walked up a doorman opened the door.

"Welcome aboard!" he said heartily. I wasn't sure about the nautical reference. That was a little weird. At the top of the stairs there was a huge poster:

Welcome Director Berry and your family

With our pictures.

So much for subtlety. I just waited by the sign as one by one they arrived. We walked in as a group. It would be odd if we didn't, right? I realized it wasn't a nautical reference. He meant me. Welcome aboard in the job. I told my family to wait, since we had time. I turned and ran back to the doorman.

"Thank you," I said. "For your hearty welcome. I didn't know anyone knew, so didn't understand. Now that I do, I wanted to thank you personally." I stuck out my hand and he shook it. I think he was in shock.

"And your name is?" I asked, still holding his hand. He even shook his head like he was getting rid of cobwebs and then I got the biggest smile. Damn he has beautiful teeth. That's a weird observation, but he has perfect white teeth with a wonderful smile. His skin is a gorgeous coffee color. Dark roast. Dark.

"My name is Salimore," he said, still with the smile. Being short, I noticed he also got hard.

Oh good.

"I must go now. When does your shift end?" I asked.

"1300," he said.

"Would you like to have lunch with me at 1200? I can arrange it. I don't know anyone yet," I said. "You'll meet my family on our first date though." I giggled. Aw fuck. I giggled. I hope he found it endearing.

"I would be honored. I will meet you at the restaurant," he said, rattling off the name of the restaurant. Note to self. Find the restaurants.

I ran back in and got there a little out of breath. There was an HR person starting to go over all the information, so I sidled up next to Dad to listen.

Another woman walked over and stuck you her hand.

"Miss Berry," she said. "I'm the Director of HR. I can take you right up to your office." The other woman was still talking to my family and I was missing it. I held up my hand and politely asked her if she could wait a second while I cleared this up.

"Thank you, but no thank you," I said. "I'm new here too. I need the orientation. Are there no other hires starting today?" The Director of HR coughed.

"Yes, of course, but we thought a private program for your family would be appropriate," she said.

"It's not. I appreciate the effort, but in no way should my family or especially me be treated any differently than any other employee. We want to be a part of the family. We're not special. We just have different areas of responsibility. I couldn't do my job if Salimore wasn't doing his job. By the way, Salimore is doing an outstanding job and I am taking him to lunch today."

"Who is Salimore?" asked the director. I just looked at her and shook my head.

"He is the doorman this morning," I said. "And a fine fellow. He shared that he really enjoys his job."

"You talked to the doorman?" asked the director.

"Of course, and I will every time I walk through that door. There are 3,467 employees in this organization, plus whoever starts today, including us. I will meet at least 500 of those for each of the next seven weeks and at the end of that time I will be able to call every single one of them by name and share at least a few interesting tidbits about their family. I'll also know everything about what frustrates them in the job and how they would improve it. Then we're going to implement those improvements. Every single one of them. Some will work, some won't, and some will fail so spectacularly we will talk about them for years, and I will congratulate every single one of them for their ideas, working or not. For those that are famous in their spectacular failure, I will award them a special bonus.

"I'll know if they are trying to fail on purpose. Trust me."

I turned back to Suzan, who was giving the orientation and asked her to lead us to the class that was going on. I turned back to the director and pointed to the man behind the counter.

"What's his name?" I asked. She struggled but clearly had no idea.

"What's her name?" pointing to the woman doing our private orientation. She just shook her head.

"Her name is Suzan, with a z. She grew up near Paris and has a Thirties-year-old daughter Sarah. His name as Ahmil. He moved here for this job from Mumbai. He's been with your company for 11 years and won the employee of the year just two years ago, which was four years after you started here. He is married and his husband's name is Wint. Wint is from London and they bonded over a decent, but not exceptional wine, and married two years ago, the same year he won employee of the year. He credits his happiness with Wint as his motivation. He's in the hunt this year too, I suspect, driven by his new daughter Soon-Li, who is 8 weeks old and was born in Shanghai. The adoption went through just yesterday. We're all proud of Ahmil. I am sure you are too."

"Suzan, be honest, did you already know Ahmil?" I asked. Suzan laughed.

"We went through orientation together. We started on the same day. We've had lunch at least once a week since we have been here," said Suzan. "I know him very well."

Interesting. When she said that last sentence, her nipples popped, and she has impressive nipples. I think she caught me looking because she slowly jutted her chest out.

I enjoyed it. I am sure my family did too.

"One last question. Have you ever met the director?" I asked.

"No," said Suzan.

"Do you work on her team?" I asked.

"Yes. We only have a supervisor between us. I am a Senior HR rep. Next in line for supervisor," she said. I couldn't stop. I just couldn't. I turned to the director.

"I am not going to fire you before I even start my first day, but you are relieved of your duties until I decide what to do. Please go home. We will be in contact," I said.

"You still have to pay me," she said, with some anger.

"I will. Your salary is not as important to me as a team that works as a family. That's how we succeed," I said. "Families at least learn each other's names. My ability to remember people is unusual, so I don't expect everyone to know everyone. But Suzan and Ahmil work for you. Worked for you. Good day."

I turned and Suzan started walking away and we all followed her into a class. The teacher stopped and stared, and I explained we needed orientation. I apologized that we had to start over. No one seemed to mind.

I took that entire group to lunch on day 2. I am apparently weird to have done so. I don't agree. Day 1 was our lunch with Salimore.

One hell of a lot of potential in that lunch

Orientation was cool and I know a lot about everyone in the class, including our teacher Lyla. I would be having Lyla. No, I can say that with confidence. She asked me over on Friday night for an evening of passion with her husband Zaid. Those words. Then she added their 14-year-old twins. Moshe and Maritza.

I'm in. She suggested the whole family come.

We're in.

I walked up to the restaurant and there was Salimore. He looked so good in that light grey suit. He would look better without that suit. OK, inappropriate. Wait, not here! This is so cool. We waited a few moments, and then I realized my family wasn't going to show. Those dorks. I did laugh. It turned out he had met every one of them. They'd introduced themselves as they came through the door.

We had such a nice lunch. It turns out Salimore is only 24 years old. We laughed our way through lunch. As it wound down, I asked him if he was aware of can but don't have to. He laughed.

"Yes, I am well aware," he said. Yeah, his cock bounced.

"Well then, would you like to go back to my office and bang me until I scream?" I said. That was a little for shock value, but what the hell. As it turned out, the answer was yes.

Gosh, who should we find in my outer office but my assistant Peaches. Oh, I waved her in. You know we sisters share. I couldn't spend my entire day fucking, tempting as it was, so Salimore was forced to go the quickie route with me. A good fuck, a good cum, and now I'm squish, squish.

I did have to laugh though, because I caught up with my email and had a meeting with Suzan, all while Salimore fucked Peaches on the couch. They did more than a quick fuck. Apparently outstanding oral skills was a thing here. It turned out I had an hour free, Salimore had one more in him, and Suzan loves DP with a double-ended dildo in her ass. First me, then Peaches.

Because Salimore had two more in him. We all laughed, because all three of us went back to work squish, squish.

And Suzan is the new HR director. Hey, it was time to celebrate!

Oh, one last thing. Salimore had never been in space. Can you imagine that? So, I took him for a ride and, oh no, we were forced to spend the night on the space station, in Bob's master bedroom. Apparently I can sign that up now. Did I mention he has an easily 28 cm cock? About 11 inches in American terms. Thick. Very thick. Uncut.

Skills. And focus. Our view was the earth and the moon, and his eyes were on me. I think I just wrote a song lyric. Country. Sci-fi country. Is that a thing?

Day 2

Berry again. I'm off to lunch with my teacher and classmates from yesterday. This time my family showed up. You're expecting an orgy, but maybe another day. I was pretty confident, because we became a bit of a club. The first day together club.

We were going to fuck. Probably on the second day. After lunch.

That didn't happen. Sometimes things are not simple. I got an alert just as we were finishing lunch. There was a belligerent man at reception. Demanding to see the manager and the front desk manager wasn't cutting it. He wanted someone with experience. Well, it is day 2. That's experience, right? He underestimated our tech though. I knew exactly who he was and his profile before I got there, and I wasn't far away. He was freaking screaming, so I heard him too. I'm also observant and noticed three people filming with their phones. They were trying to hide it, but just weren't very good at it. Nope. There is a fourth. They sent the video of the six of them arriving together.

"Excuse me," I said. "Is there a problem?" He whipped around and literally didn't see me. I'm kind of small. He's kind of tall. Looked right over me. He finally looked down and saw me. Then he got hard. Hey, short. Looking right at it. I immediately identified the problem. His 2-inch (5 cm) cock problem. Damn. Sorry dude.

"Why are you bothering me little girl? Where is the manager?" he said.

"There has been a change of management. How many I help you?" I asked. He kept yelling. I just stood there, occasionally throwing in the same words. He was really performing and there was no way I was going to be caught up in it. I just stalled a bit.

Until I noticed the security officers. Four were behind his accomplices, but they had not noticed yet. They were dressed as customers, which worked flawlessly, but you had to know I met all the security people on my first day. Well, and night. I came back in late to meet the night shift. Not just the security crew. Everyone. It's a much smaller, more intimate staff. OK, I might have to come back to that, because more intimate was pretty descriptive.

He finally wound down a little when the entire staff just stood there looking at him. He had his wife with him, and she had a smirk on her face. I think she enjoyed the lack of reaction.

I do feel sorry for her.

He tried again, in a normal voice. I think he was desperate for a reaction at this point.

"We just arrived from our home in Italy to find that you have misplaced our reservations," he said. Oh really.

"I see. From what part of Italy do you come?" I asked.

"Venice," he said.

"So why do you speak Italian with a dialect from Rome?" I asked. That shook him for a bit.

"I am impressed you noticed," he said. "I am originally from Rome."

"I see," I said. "I do not know who claims to have made your reservations, but you never had reservations at our establishment."

That set him off again, and I waited him out.

Finally, he took a breath.

"And yet your Italian has undertones of your roots in the Ukraine. Kyiv, I believe," I said, smiling. Now he was confused. While what I said was true, I also knew he'd been born in Kyiv. I was just done. I raised my hand, which was the signal and suddenly all six of them were in zip cuffs. By then, Suzan was watching this all unfold.

Oh, he was screaming again.

"Attempting to coerce lodging fraudulently is a felony. You and your accomplices are under arrest," I said. "We would never accept a reservation from a competitor."

"That's not illegal in Monaco," said the big guy.

"You're not in Monaco," I said. They all looked at me funny.

"You're in Dionysus," I said. "Take them away. The mandatory ten-year sentence will give them time to think." I turned and walked away.

Oh, I was going to let them out in a few days. Julia taught me this trick. We put them in a cell next door to the only permanent residents of the prison. He's not orange anymore.

Three days of torture, then we let them go. They try to capitalize on the story, but it flames out in a day or two.

And let me tell you, doing it to someone is kind of fun. Julia warned me of that too, but this time she was watching the whole thing and coaching me. No, she's not here. Doesn't have to be.

Right?

Problem solved. I have so much more to share, but this is getting long. I'll start another entry soon.

Fire sale prices

Rylee here. With a y.

I'm sure the SEC, FINRA, and all those other agencies hate us right now.

Well fuck'em. They clearly weren't doing their job. Bob and I put together a complete dossier on every corrupt company, with a focus on those that have direct ties to foreign agents.

We released them far and wide, one company at a time. After we put a buy order in for 100% of that shares at 30% of the current stock price.

You see our orders kicked in before anyone had a chance to react.

• Samsung
• IBM
• Facebook
• Bank of America
• Citigroup
• Berkshire Hathaway
• Nestle
• Disney
• Sony
• MetLife
• Coca Cola and Pepsi

We kept global police forces busy for a bit.

All in, we purchased 192 of the top 1000 companies in the world.

We needed a break. That's a lot to absorb. We'd do another wave shortly. We'd gotten a little predictable.

Although Bob might have to rethink the whole you bought it, you run it. Almost ten trillion in annual revenue. In other words, close to half the GDP of the United States. Three times the GDP of Germany.

That's a lot of big companies. Given we had more than three hundred more to go....

If we liked you and trusted you, you were running something, at least for a while.

The funniest thing is we got almost all of them for free, or close to it. You see when we bought the first two, they immediately quadrupled in value. Our owning them was a good thing. We just kept leveraging that profit. We trickled some stock back into the market, while keeping insurmountable control. One funded the next, funded the next.

I had to laugh, because we rolled out the next 200 very rapidly. We set the purchase price at 31% of the current value. We suspected a lot of people put in orders at 30%. Some did higher amounts, but no one picked up enough to matter.

We sit at over four hundred of the top thousand companies in the world. Banks, insurance companies, tech companies, manufacturing. We skipped anything related to fossil fuels. What was the point? Banks were good. Insurance companies were better. Assets. They have assets.

What we owned in China alone was staggering.

Japan and Korea too. Who knew that Sony, Samsung, and Apple could all be owned by the same family? Same with Sony, Canon, and Nikon. Then again, BMW, Mercedes, and Audi.

We'd let them compete. Competition is good. They'd get our tech too. A phone that never needs charging. That's a nice start.

We ended up with over 400 of the Fortune Global 500 and almost 1,600 of the Forbes Global 2,000.

Over $30 trillion in annual revenue and over $2 trillion in annual profit. We'd work on profitability by being more efficient. Then we'd make our profit goal zero and reward the employees and lower prices. Ion power is the first step. Imagine the energy use of these companies. There would be a side effect in that power plants would be massively underutilized. I laughed, because as their stock value crashed, Greta and Sophia started buying power companies. Old school power companies.

For their land. Think of all the land with high tension lines. They were working with our global power team to take entire geographies off the grid. As they did, they'd take down all the towers and lines.

And plant trees. They plan on another billion trees. With a B, as they say.

Somehow Bob and I are the co-leads of 1,600 of the top 2,000 companies in the world. We would have owned more, but the rest didn't interest us. It left companies like Shell and Exxon out there on their own. We don't do dinosaurs.

We not only owned over 1,600 companies, they all had major parts of their leadership, at all levels, taken out overnight. You'd expect some Lord of the Flies behavior, but it didn't happen. We flew in tons of people to work with them. Each company got a team of three to help them through. Often for a very short period of time. Let me explain. I'll use myself as an example. We are about to leave for our first meetings at Samsung headquarters. Most of our groups were three, but in this case we are four. You see Samsung doesn't just have factories. They have entire towns and they are not small towns. They run everything. The businesses. The school systems. All the needed government functions. Kind of like us, except their focus was profit and not their employees. Our focus is that business is for the benefit of those associated with the business and for the betterment of mankind. Yeah, new age shit, but true.

Given what I just described, you'll understand my four. I'm the team lead. Pari is along to take over the schools. Elena is along to take over the healthcare systems. Manda is along to take over everything else. Manda is short for Amanda and is from our Dallas school. She is from a small town about 40 miles south of Dallas called Italy. Yes, Italy Texas. Population 2,000 or less.

Imagine Frida, if Frida was Hispanic and spoke with a Texas drawl, with Spanish undertones.

And is simply freaking adorable. I should mention that Manda is 9 and in the PhD program in International business, to supplement her master's degrees in Public Policy and IB.

And her dual undergrad of finance and economics.

Just your average 9-year-old.

Of course, she speaks fluent Korean. Did you expect less? Japanese, Mandarin, Vietnamese, all the area languages, plus most of the European ones. She's quite good with languages, but they all come out with just the faintest hint of Spanish undertone. Which is hilarious in Korean.

Samsung was hard hit. The highest ranking person still standing is an Assistant 2nd Vice President. That's a lot of levels below the CEO and she's from HR, not production or design.

In those areas, you got down to mostly team leads.

Samsung also has operations all over the world. India, Europe, China, Austin. Yes, Austin. In every case except Austin, they owned the infrastructure too. This was going to be complicated, particularly for Pari. She will have schools in a dozen new countries. No, that's not right. Not will. Does.

As in they're already hers.

I'll pass the pen. This is Manda's show.

It was supposed to be tomorrow

I was going to defend my dissertation. They told me it was cool, because they needed my help. Given I'm 9 and have done all this at their expense, I was all in. We were a bit stunned at the impact of weeding out the bad people. For each major location, we had Mi-hi, our Assistant 2nd VP, figure out who the most senior person in the facility was. She then asked that person to pick their future star. Someone young and eager, that was learning fast, and they thought would be a leader in the future.

Those two were invited to a meeting in the Four Seasons ball room in Seoul. Given the geographic dispersity of the facilities, we had pilots ferrying a lot of people. Multiply this by 1,600 companies and you'll see the sheer logistics of doing all this.

Let's be honest. They're handing off Samsung to a 9-year-old girl from Italy. Texas.

Well at least Elena and I are both from Italy. Bob found that funny for some reason.

It was my turn. I had on a lav mic, since I was way too short for the podium. I was doing the entire day in Korean, using the dialect of the town where the largest factory is located. We're all good with local dialects. We were using our translation tech live but did have people monitoring some of the lesser used languages to ensure it was correct. My message was going to be simple.

"Good morning," I said. "My name is Manda. Welcome to Dionysus."

That got me a pretty rousing cheer. I explained that the hotel was a Dionysus property, but that all the locations of our facilities would be run under Dionysus rules. Have you heard an entire ballroom of people moan? I looked out over the group and one thing was striking. You could see the pairs that had arrived. All in, over two hundred people. With small exceptions, the most experienced person from each location was male. I estimated that over 65% of the rising stars they had chosen were women. We were quite clear that they were supposed to be bias free in their picks, but I was surprised. I'd later find out it was over 70%.

We might have been making a small point in a large Asian country for me to be in charge. The little Hispanic girl.

Who has never held a job in her life. I hope academic study helps!

I walked through the town and school situation and then got to what they really wanted to hear. How was the company going to be run?

"As you know, we have a leadership vacuum in the organization," I said, to some tittering from the audience. "For now, we'll take over central services globally, such as HR and accounting as well as IT. The heart of our organizations are represented by those of you in this room. Our design teams. Our production teams. Our innovators. You have been chosen as co-leads of your location. You will make major decisions locally and only escalate when you feel the need. I will say that if you are escalating to me often, then you need to be bolder and more decisive. Stop thinking about the company for which you used to work. Think of the company for which you work now. Decisions, big decisions, are made locally. I have been given the responsibility for this company at the age of 9. I am from a small town in Texas. If I can do this, so can you. In situations where you have a stalemate, the rising star half of your team will make the decision. This is not intended as an insult to experience, but you chose the star with which you are working. You must trust them to have done so. You should continue to trust them now.

"Let's test it out. Who is here from the Seoul design office?" I asked. Two people near the front stood up. An older man and a very young woman stood up. I waved them onto the stage, with looks of panic from them both. I asked them their names after someone handed them each a microphone.

Myung, the older gentleman, deferred to Kyong, the young woman to go first.

"What is your role in the office, Kyong?" I asked. She looked at Myung, and he nodded.

"I work on the second shift cleaning crew," she said. "I am still in school."

Wow. This is who Myung chose.

"How old are you Kyong?" I asked.

"I am 15 years old," she replied, smiling shyly. The audience was dead silent. They were as intrigued as I am.

"So Myung, what is your role?" I asked.

"I am the lead designer on our cell phones," he said, clearly proud. He should be. They make good phones, even if they are old school.

"How do you even know Kyong?" I asked.

"I often work very late. It is a quiet time and very productive for me. I met Kyong almost a year ago when she came in to empty the trash can. Over that year, I started asking her opinion on our designs. She does not yet have formal training, but she has an eye. She made suggestions, many of which went to production, but more importantly, she was not shy in telling me when we were wrong. When we were not pushing far enough. Our latest design should really be attributed to her," said Myung.

This time, it was Kyong that was smiling.

There was something between them that I doubt they ever expected to explore. We'll see.

"So is the next generation phone design complete and, if so, is it ready?" I asked. This time Kyong let Myung go first. He had deferred to her, which is fascinating.

"Yes," he said, proudly. "Our finest phone ever."

"What do you think Kyong," I asked.

"No, our design must be thrown in the trash," she said. Say what? Myung just stared at her.

"Why?" I asked.

"Yesterday I would have agreed with Myung. It is an incredible design and while I appreciate his words, it is his design and I feel bad saying this. Today the world changed. May I see your phone?" said Kyong. I pulled it out and handed it to her. My dress has pockets. It's a real differentiator for Zara. Working pockets. Kyong turned and held the phone up to the audience. It's about two inches square with a notification screen on it. It's less than an 1/8th of an inch thick.

Then she started unfolding it. She unfolded it up twice and sideways once, giving a 4x6 inch phone. She showed the audience. It was even thinner, and they all gasped. Then she kept unfolding it into a full-sized tablet. It was paper thin at this point. She again showed it to the audience. They again gasped and you could hear conversations spread, but she waved them down. Then she turned to me.

"Ion powered?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Satellite based?" she asked, and I nodded again.

"Tablet is 8K?" she said. I shook my head no.

"16K," I said.

"Do we get access to the technology?" she asked.

"Yes, but so do Apple, LG, and others," I said. "It is up to you to make the phone special." She looked thoughtful for a minute.

"Quantum processor?" she asked. That was a solid guess on her part, and I nodded. The crowd gasped again. They've been doing it repeatedly.

Then she dropped it. And stepped on it. She picked it up and showed the audience that it was fine. She turned back to me.

"Force field?" she said, and I nodded again. She turned to Myung.

"I don't think our next phone is ready," she said, to laughter and applause from the audience.

I am going to jump forward a bit because I think it really establishes the company. In six weeks, Kyong defended her dissertation. She had designed a new phone, using our technology, and it is spectacular. Her PhD dissertation. When we met, she was in the 10th grade. We rolled out our education program the day we met. We swept in thousands of younger children that were not students before. We were graduating, and hiring them, at a furious rate.

The day after she received her PhD, Myung and Kyong got married. Kyong also has a brother. Suck is 9-year-old brother. Yes, that's his name and now that he is fluent in English, among other things, he understands what it means. He wears the name proudly. The day Kyong received her PhD, Suck received his master's in operational transformation. We also held company-wide elections for a new President and COO. Kyong was elected.

Unanimously. I resigned as soon as the final tally was complete, appointing Kyong as my successor as CEO.

They held another vote and Suck was elected the President. He was a good choice. He immediately killed production for the phone that Kyong had designed, which was ballsy, but he had suggested enhancements that not only differentiated the phone but made it cheaper to manufacture. Once those features were added, which did little to change the actual phone, he greenlighted production. Apple, Huawei, and Samsung all came out with new phones on the same day. All used our tech. After all, we owned all three.

All were spectacular. A good example of the difference in our world was that all three companies, plus a few more we owned, shared all the details of every single patent with each other. If Apple did something amazing, Samsung and LG and others immediately had access to the hardware and software. Sony collaborated with them all and the cameras moved into the gigapixels. Yeah, we own Sony too. You should see the new 7.6 gigapixel pocket camera that they introduced. With Rylee's storage algorithms and our improvements in storage and satellite communication, you could shoot continuously. Forever. Most people just put it in movie mode and made stills from individual 7.6 gigapixel fames.

I'll set a little direction and then I am moving on. I'm hopeful they'll all come back and tell their story. I was at Samsung for less than two months. I finally did defend my dissertation, but a little less formally. We were all naked and the review team were all calling me doctor when they had an orgasm. You think I'm kidding. Then you underestimate Dionysus.

When I left, Pari had appointed a team to lead the school system. They're fabulous and also a testament to entering the system earlier. I think the last thing you read about them was finding them a babysitter. After all, they are 4 and 5. They're Sindy and Nyle's kids from Indianapolis. Cynthia and Keith. Yes, they're in charge, at that age. They share a nice apartment in the new consulate building. You know we have a consulate now. We kind of have to. Elena brought in a big gun to run healthcare. Bill. Freaking royalty. He showed up the first day wearing a tiara. A very nice tiara and I suspect those were all real diamonds. He was making a point and I'll let him tell the story, but he wore it all day. It's hilarious. And poignant.

I'm off to Charlotte North Carolina. Bank of America. They need someone to take over. The team they put in was a hold team. We couldn't find enough people to turn around this many companies fast enough. So, we dipped deeper into the well of people and built hold teams. They were qualified enough to keep the lights on and not fuck things up, but not experienced enough to fix it all. Says the 9-year-old girl from Italy, Texas. I'll come back and tell you how it goes!

Doppelganger time

Carlina here. Finally. Sorry this is so late. It had been six weeks since the incident in Prague. A lot happens in our world in six weeks. Pari and Nan got involved. Nan came out of retirement for it. Morgon and Shelby came over too. So did Diane and Cepos. You know a bit of this from an earlier chapter.

They built an entire school and opened it in days. Then they expanded to a school that had the capacity to have over 5,000 boarding residents. They had the dorms open by the third night. Not week, night. There is a reason it had to grow, but I'll get there.

All six hundred moved in with the volunteer resident associates. We finally had the full-time RAs in place and the volunteers could head home. Most did a week or two, not all six, except for Bob. Bob showed up on the second day and moved into a small room with a twin bed. It didn't even have its own shower. He used the showers at the end of the hall like everyone else. He was the RA for two floors. The youngest kids. Of the roughly 600 kids, over a hundred were under 7-years-old.

That's who Bob was responsible for. He had teachers flown in on day 3 and classes started for the youngest kids. The older kids helped get the place ready, but the younger ones were tested, and school started. Oh, that's not entirely right. All the kids were tested, and their scores were very high.

But Bob. He was amazing. I don't think he ever slept. He was friend, teacher, counselor, and overall good guy to these kids. He knew who was scared, who was comfortable, who was a leader and all of that in a day. He had his crew of little people that could help working by the second day. Not helping on the campus. Helping with the other kids. He had t-shirts made and all the young kids proudly wore their Bob's crew shirts. I walked by his room one day. His door was almost always open. Even when, you know. Look at Jessica and Bill. It didn't hurt them to see things, right? Bob wouldn't touch any of the kids though, not even the older ones.

Now the rest of us were fair game. Just this morning, I was bouncing up and down on his cock, reverse cowgirl, with a group of five kids asking questions. I guess they had started classes. I didn't have quite the same limitations, so when Bob pulled out and covered me with cum, a cute little 5-year-old girl named Evilene cleaned me right up. She was quite a kisser too.

Back to the testing. Only one tested higher than the four we met. He actually blew out the charts for the school. He scored the second highest scores of all time. He was 6 years old. His name was Tan. The person that still held number one, barely?

Nan. His different sex doppelganger.

But we had waited until this incident settled down. OK, not completely. In a weird turn of events, almost four hundred people of importance in Kazakhstan fled the country earlier this week. Politicians, military officers, business leaders. They just flew the coop. The situation was insane. The president, VP, and most of the cabinet was gone. The treasury and a number of banks had been raided. It was a mess.

A UN team went into the country and quickly determined they had a similar situation. They'd all fled to avoid jail. Take the situation in the Czech Republic and make it much larger. Kazakhstan is a big country. As tempting as it was to pull in Orlando, the country savior, we left that shit to someone else this time. We went in for the kids.

A fucking lot of kids. The same situation. Ugly orphanages. All in it was almost 4,000 kids. The UN Secretary General called me on my cellphone. Somehow telling him that I was 9 years old didn't help get me out of the problem. We went with teams into the country. My crew was on the ground a lot, including our doppelgangers. One thing led to another. Lots of pressure. Stuck in too many to a hotel suites.

Horny.

All ten of us. Rooms were in short supply. Darn. Nan and Tan. Tegan and Teeg. Lucinda and Luca. Gabriella and Gabe. Carline and me.

We hadn't much. Even we were surprised. We all got back to the suite, hot, sweaty, and tired. When we opened the door, there was soft music playing. There were candles everywhere.

There were even rose petals leading to the biggest bed. In the bedroom, there was iced champagne, good champagne, plus a tray of chocolate dipped fruit. The last thing I noticed made me laugh. Everyone looked at me, and I pointed.

On the dresser was a large toaster oven. Next to it were bowls of graham crackers, marshmallows, and real Hershey bars.

Everyone denied they did it and then we found the note.

Stop being idiots. Jessica

Below here name was her suggestions for the evening. The third one we had to look up on our phone. Could we even do that?

Oh, we would try. It required a chin up bar. You know. Fits in a doorway. You do pullups?

That's when we realized one had been installed in the doorway to the bathroom. In the other corner of the big master bedroom was something new too. A hanging sex basket. A nice one. With a remote.

We had to take a short break to read the instructions. Wow. It could do a lot.

I hope it was commercial grade.

I was first on the chin up bar. You see there was a special chair that sat under it. Your partner, in my case Teeg, sat on the chair. You expected Carline? We'd already tried out the sex basket.

Twice. The second time was with me on the bottom with a double-ended dildo.

So, we swapped. It's what we do. I sat right down on Teeg's cock. He used the remote to lift the chair to where I could reach the bar. You're catching on now, aren't you? I was supposed to do chin ups to bounce on his cock. Finally, there was a reason in the world to do chin ups.

I have good upper body strength, but I gave out at 22. Luckily, Teeg started cumming on 21. Number 22 was to let him pull out. My muscles were screaming on that last one.

We like licking up cum.

Lucinda and Luca went next. You're picturing buff Lucinda just firing through those pullups and you'd be right, for their first fuck. I admit, we all watched. Her arms were just pulsing. She did sets. Ten pullups, then rest. Luca lasted forever. I counted. She made it to 69 pullups.

That seemed appropriate. When she climbed off Luca, she was a little wobbly. Hell, I only made 22. Nan just fired away on those pullups, but she only weights like 3 kilos. OK, more than that, but she is small.

The last of the night was impressive. I made sure to get a video. Lucinda on the bottom, with a double-ended dildo strap-on.

Luca doing the pullups. I know he is in good shape, but Luca doing rapid fire pullups, sweaty and glistening, was a sight to behold. I know it set me off.

Some of the boys too. They ended up pretty cum covered.

We cleaned them up. We all ended up in the giant jacuzzi with a small glass of champagne.

"It's a mess, but I think we're on the right path," said Carline. "But the country needs a temporary leader. Do we know anyone in the country we trust?"

OK, I laughed.

"Yes," I said. "Someone we do really trust." I got out my phone and texted Orlando. He replied quickly and sent her contact info. I immediately called her and invited both of them to come over to discuss the situation in the country. Who does Orlando know from Kazakhstan?

Sasha and Audrey, of course. I love it when our business is also fun. They came right over. Oh, I'll write that up, but I'm busy. We'll come back to it. It's worthy of an entry.

My night alone (almost)

This is Leslie and last night was confusing. Let me set the scene. Hunter and Hallie were going to have a twin night, which I strongly encourage. Don't get me wrong, we're a powerful trio, but they've been together since before they were born. They need some alone time. Now don't read anything bad into all of that. It's just setup for my story. We're good.

Rather than making them go make it an adventure, I blew town. No, I don't mean I gave blowjobs to an entire town, but that is intriguing.

Maybe New York City or Tokyo. You're picturing me on my knees with a line of naked cocks going over the horizon.

I admit it is a pleasant vision, but not this story.

So, by blew town I simply meant I left. I was just going to drop in at Mom and Dad's, but I did a quick search for a place that was empty. To my complete surprise, the family quarters on the space station were not signed up, just for one night. Around lunch time tomorrow, it was getting filled with Freja and her family plus Jamie and his family, including Jeanie, Tyler, and Annie. Clay, Cindy, Terry, and Renee were joining them all.

I was staying. In fact, Hallie and Hunter were arriving at 1100.

They didn't need a lot of time alone. I'll tell that story too, but let's start with the weird story. Somebody was fucking with me. I mean that in both the literal and figurative sense. Let me set the scene. I was in bed, by myself, which in itself would be a story, but was actually kind of nice. A big quiet bed with the soft light reflecting off the Earth. I'd dimmed the ceiling and walls just enough to darken the room. Kind of a night light feel to it, if the entire Earth was your night light. Can you picture it?

Now picture me. Remember how I was the flat chested little girl. Not so much anymore. I don't have humongous D cups like Morgan. I'm kidding. I love to bury my face between her breasts.

Everyone does.

By I do have nice C cups now. I laugh, because Rylee and I have reached the point where many people think we're sisters. Some even ask if we're twins.

It's the tits.

So anyway, let me set the mental image a little more. Imagine me naked, which I suspect you've done before. I'm lying on my side, facing to the left side of the bed. The Earth is positioned kind of in that corner, so I'm facing humanity. I've got a pillow between my legs, hugging it. Yeah, yeah, lucky pillow.

I was sound asleep but woke when I felt the bed jostle. We're on the space station, and only background checked people that have access to a space plane can get here, so I wasn't exactly panicked. Since I was in the family quarters, the list of people it could be was even smaller.

All of whom were welcome in my bed. They didn't speak or tell me who they were. I felt a hand on my back, and it started stroking, from my shoulders, down my back, across my ass, and a bit down my legs. Just a gentle rub, almost a tease.

It felt amazing. The hand was soft, but not baby soft and not calloused. That narrowed it a bit, but not a lot. We're kind of a pampered group now. Even Jesse gets manicures and pedicures.

Yeah, that's a funny mental image.

I heard the sound of a bottle snap open. One with a flip cap. I could figure some things out. The hand, or hands as it is now, came back. They had lotion on them and clearly the person had warmed the lotion, because I didn't jump from the cold. The started on my neck and shoulders and gave me a world-class shoulder rub. Deep, but not too deep. Right at the edge. They worked their way down, rubbing my back with fresh lotion. They skipped my ass and rubbed my legs, at this point sitting up behind me. I didn't look. It didn't matter.

This was kind of fun. I felt them reposition and felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart. I felt a soft breath actually blowing on my asshole and then they started licking. Rimming me. So gently, yet so forcefully.

My first orgasm was from getting rimmed. No one had touched my nipples or my clit or even kissed me. It was quite an orgasm. I heard another cap pop and then a slick finger slid into my ass.

Oh, this was getting better. The added another finger and kept pumping. I realized they were being very careful to not let their hand come around where I could see it.

Which was why they chose my ass. I do have a nice ass. Both their fingers pulled out, to my moan, but were quickly replaced. By their cock. I was so open and so horny that they slid right in. Then they proceeded to gently fuck me in the ass, while rubbing my shoulders and neck.

I couldn't stop cumming, but they lasted and lasted. Until they didn't. I could feel the cum pumping in. Splash after splash. It only made my orgasms stronger. Finally, they slipped out and I felt them reposition themselves again.

To suck it all out. Every drop. Which they swallowed. No kisses for me today. I felt them get off the bed, but heard the water run in the bathroom. I suspected they were cleaning themselves up, but also came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned off all the lotion and then cleaned the rest of me. My ass, you know. They laid back down and I heard the squirt sound of lotion, but none hit me. They repositioned their legs a bit and slid their hard cock between my legs. Not in me. Rubbing me. Rubbing right across my pussy, with the head almost bouncing off my clit, over and over. They were very careful to not push through far enough for their cock to be visible.

They just kept going and going. I kept going and going. Their cock was rubbing my clit. What did you expect? Finally, they came, hard, and a rope of cum shot from between my legs and onto the hug pillow and the bed. I felt them get up again and they came back with another warm washcloth and cleaned me off as best they could, without me seeing a body part. That left the cum on the bed, but honestly, who cares. They leaned over and gave me a kiss on the ass cheek and then got out of bed. I heard them walk down the hall and the main door opened and closed.

And then I fell back to sleep. I slept soundly and didn't wake up until, well, I just had to pee. I admit, I was confused, because there was nothing on the bed. No cum at all. Clean.

Did I dream it? No, I don't think so. There's a post-ass fucking feeling that is pretty memorable. There was also a sticky spot between my legs where some of his cum leaked and dried. I said him, but I guess I really don't know. It could have been a her. It was a nice, but not memorable cock. If it had been a 13-inch (33 cm) thick cock, that would have narrowed the list. Then again, so would a 2-inch cock that could cum that much. I did figure out that when they were fucking against my pussy, they had to hold back to not stick out. I think that means they had greater than a 6-inch cock.

This is silly. I want to know.

"Alexa, who entered our apartment last night?" I asked.

"There were no entries last night after you entered," said Alexa. Say what? I went over and sat down at the desk in front of the computer. I'm not Rylee or Dad computer literate, but I'm pretty good at it. I did the obvious and brought up the entry log. It showed me coming in at lunch time.

Then nothing. I pulled up the table audit log. A half-assed attempt to remove the entry might have forgotten the audit log.

They did not forget. I jumped over to the security table to see who had the authority to delete entries.

There I was stymied. I didn't have access and probably shouldn't. Heck, I shouldn't be able to see what I've seen so far. I sent a quick note to the helpdesk to audit my userid and to ensure I didn't have admin access to anything. I don't need it. If I do, I'll ask for it. But I don't.

So, what I know is that they have a 6-inch (15 cm) to 8-inch average cock. I thought and thought to see if I could figure out if they were cut. That might have been why they didn't slip into my pussy.

Then I would have known. Pussy power, you know. I went to lookup who even could come into the suite but looking made me laugh.

Our helpdesk is good. I couldn't even look anymore. My error, but I'm not reversing. I resorted to the journal log. This journal. The information at the bottom. It is a long list. I just knew so little. Cock size, roughly. Strong hands, not too rough, not too smooth.

It could fit so many people. So, to speak. Dad, Orlando, Luca, Hunter, Amai. Juanita too. Did I feel tits? No, they were careful. They touched me with their hands and their cock. Nothing else.

But how did the cum go away? I suppose they could have levitated me and changed the sheet, but they would have to have taken the dirty sheet with them. I guess that's a fork in the road of my search. Changed the sheets or somehow cleaned them.

That didn't help.

Wait, could I still see the logs of entry and exit to the whole station? Yes, I could. I looked and no one arrived after me yesterday, but more importantly, no one had left.

Or had they? If they could erase the log for our apartment, they could erase that too.

But would they? The cleaning crew would have access to the apartment, but a cleaning crew member/hacker? OK, that's not out of the realm of possibility in our world. Let's look and see who is here. I brought up the list of people on the station. Everyone. Visitors, family members, and staff. Then I filtered that they should have a cock and it should be between 6 and 8 inches. But was that too short? They could have just slipped in the tip.

I'll start with my initial query. Any longer would likely, statistically, been thicker. Look at me analyzing cocks and all.

Unfortunately, that range of size was a lot of people. Well, I guess not that many. It included 34 cocks on the station. A nice afternoon's worth. Now I risked that someone had left and erased that log too, but that would have been a bigger deal, internationally. We report launches and deorbits faithfully.

We prefer to not be shot at.

Thirty-four. I opened it up to longer cocks and then looked at them, one by one. Our profiles are quite complete. I ended up adding 7 cocks. Better to be safe.

41 cocks.

So, I sent a note out to the entire list, describing exactly my invitation. I get a back rub, you fuck me in the ass, you fuck me between my legs until you cum.

Will that even work? Will I recognize them? Maybe. Worth a try.

Or 41 tries.

Even if I never found them, it was going to be amazing. I tracked down Rylee, who happened to be on the station. Was that a coincidence? Was the hacker different from the cock? That would make sense. A misdirection, so to speak. But Rylee won't lie to me. I just don't think she will. I tracked her down in the wrestling room. I had to wait. Well, I didn't have to, but she was enjoying herself with a cock that was in the range.

Dad. You know. The one other person easily capable of pulling this off. I would say that I patiently waited for them to finish, but Dad was fucking Rylee doggy-style.

That meant the spot underneath was free. Rylee is really good at it too. We finished up with a spectacular cleanup, at least for me. Dad came all over us both.

Finally, we were sitting up, cross-legged, on the floor, still sticky. Before I could even start, Rylee jumped in.

"I thought you were here for some alone time. That was a tang I didn't recognize," said Rylee. Dad hit me with the same curious look.

Shit.

I told my story and their first reaction was concern. After all, I had technically been assaulted. By someone who gave me the best back rub ever.

"No, no," I said. "I loved every minute of it and could have stopped him. It was exciting and wonderful. I just want to find them."

"Are you sure?" asked Dad. "Isn't that part of the experience? The wonder? The curiosity?"

I thought about it for a minute.

"No," I said. "I want to know and we have a major security breach."

"Shit," they both said. Dad got it out first but continued.

"Yes, we do," said Dad. "And if it isn't Rylee and it isn't me, who can do it?" We all thought about it for a bit.

"Bill," we all said. This time I got jinx out first. It seemed like time to pay up. That process took almost two hours. Well, other people joined in and it was a wild time.

And I don't use wild lightly.

Back to the topic at hand. Bill could do it, but it is not like Bill has a 6-inch (15 cm) cock. Does he?

No, he doesn't. I see him naked every time I see him. There was that exception weekend.

Sorry, got a little distracted there for a second. We needed to talk to Bill, except Bill wasn't here. That's worse. That means if he did it, he did it remotely.

I repeat. Shit.

"Bill," I thought. "Where are you?"

"Los Angeles," he thought back. Oops.

"Sorry to wake you up," I thought.

"Oh, I wasn't asleep," he thought. Oh. Maybe even worse. In for a penny.

"We have a security breach on the space station. I'm here with Rylee and Dad," I thought.

"I'll be there as fast as I can," he said.

Which was pretty fast, given we were in space. Rylee, Dad and I found something to do in the meantime. With a group.

Which is how Bill and Elsie found us. Elsie is from Indianapolis and is 9. I have no idea how Bill even knows Elsie, but good for him.

"Sorry, but Elsie was with me in LA," said Bill. "Given her parents agreed she could spend the weekend with me, I couldn't just leave her."

"No problem," said Elsie. "You go talk. I'll find things to do."

Which is when she undressed.

I looked at Dad and he smiled and nodded.

Break time. Can't tell you much, other than Elsie is adorable and talented. Bill fits those qualities too.

Rylee and Dad watched. They liked it. Then Rylee didn't just watch.

Once we were finished, Elsie ran off. She clearly had been on the station before. I looked at Bill and he just smiled.

You little player you.

"So, what's up?" asked Bill. I walked him through what happened. Now you're assuming I just talked about the security breach. Nope. The whole story. Bill liked it. I could tell. Visibly.

"That is one of the sexiest stories I have ever heard," said Bill. "But clearly concerning."

We talked and talked and talked and didn't get anywhere. Then we all saw the lightbulb go on for Bill.

"Do you know what time this happened?" asked Bill.

"Not exactly," I said. "Sometime after midnight." Bill smiled. He stood up and headed towards the family quarters. We all followed. He was on a mission. We got in and he went right over to a computer. There are lots of computers. He sat down and his fingers just flew. We looked over his shoulder. It only took a minute for us all to catch on, but we let him explain it to be sure.

"The timing is critical. The station backups happen right at midnight, to the Aether data center. If they came in before midnight, but erased everything after midnight, we'll have a backup," said Bill. "It's a long shot."

His fingers kept going and finally he stopped and pointed at the screen.

I'll be damned. Well, his cock is uncut. That would have been obvious. He had a partner though, who could fly him to the space station. You're going to have to go way back in time to remember him. It's been a long time since I've seen him.

His cock has grown.

It was Eric, who is Bethany's son. Doesn't help, does it. Bethany is the realtor that sold Mom and Dad their first mansion. The one in Clearwater. I love that place. Eric is 15 now. I pulled up his profile and damn he's a stud.

Who knows how to give a hell of a backrub.

So, who was his partner that had hacking skills?

Ruby. That little...

OK, who am I kidding. Ruby knows and trusts Eric. We all do. I am curious why she didn't let us know about this security hole though.

"Where the fuck are you?" I thought to Ruby. She replied with a laugh.

And walked into the family quarters. Ruby, who isn't on the space station.

OK, we wanted to know, but when Ruby and Eric walk in, they were both naked, and Eric was hard.

We took a break. Just then Hunter and Hallie walked in.

"So much for your night alone," laughed Hunter.

"I'll tell you the story, but first we're going to all fuck," I said.

This time I at least got to properly experience Eric. And Dad. And Hunter. Hallie and Rylee. Elsie again. And Bill. Dad gave him an exception, although given he's dating Elsie, my guess is he is cheating. I called him on it, in front of Dad.

"Come on," he said. "You know I'd never cheat that openly." I laughed that he didn't say he wouldn't cheat. He just wouldn't be so obvious.

"Pari gave me a permanent exception for Elsie," said Bill. I turned to Dad.

"Pari can issue exceptions?" I asked, clearly surprised.

"Apparently," said Dad. Oh Dad. Just thinking about Pari for a moment made his cock bounce. Pari wasn't here. Rylee was here. Rylee got the benefit. That's good, because Rylee and Dad have something special too. In a different world, they'd be married.

We spent quite the afternoon. It was amazing. Come on. Look at the group. The highlight, for me, was watching Eric fuck Hunter. There is something primal about that to me. Finally, we just wore out and sat around on the carpet and told the entire story. OK, the first part of the story got almost all the cocks hard again.

Another break.

No, focus people.

"Why didn't you just tell us about the security breach?" asked Rylee, of Ruby.

"I did," said Ruby. "My method of communication was just different." OK, that got a laugh and she had a point.

"How the hell do you know how to give such amazing backrubs?" I asked.

"Malik and Deana are my best friends," said Eric. OK, that was a pleasant mental image. I miss their family. I must find their family.

"What if I had freaked out?" I said. "I could have hurt Eric."

Ruby shook her head no.

"You wouldn't have," said Ruby. "This is a safe space. Then again, if you did freak out, I was in the room the whole time. Do you know how hard it is to get yourself off without making a sound?"

OK, we all moaned at Ruby playing with herself. She laughed.

And demonstrated. Dad couldn't resist too and suddenly our entire group was masturbating. It was messy at the end.

I called cleanup.

Which was exactly when Freja and family, and the rest of the people I mentioned showed up.

A bit of an orgy ensued. Don't you love that word? Ensued. Oh, you thought I meant orgy. That too.

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