22 June 2020

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I like women's shoes

I really do. Not to wear them. To admire. Oh, Tomas here. I don't post often but Bob pushed me. He likes women's shoes too but the person from whom I was getting most of my insight is Jesse.

Yeah that threw me a little too, but his eye is incredible. He also knew so many of the brands. I asked him to take a larger role and, after laughing, he suggested I run with it and just use him as an opinion. I agreed, of course. Then I blew him.

What can I say?

I thought shoes complemented lingerie so that was our next thing.

I had done enough research to find the obvious like Jimmy Choo, Christian Louboutin, and Manolo Blahnik but they were established. I might pick them up, but I wanted new and edgy. Heck I thought about Prada. I could pick them up for under $20 billion, but I wasn't feeling it. Yet. Look at me. It's only $20 billion. My life has changed since Santiago.

In my extensive research, on Google, I found Who What Wear which is part of Clique. Fashion following websites. I found a great article by a woman named Lauren on Twenty Shoe Brands to Watch.

Or buy. OK, that was my addition to the article.

I thought Lauren could help me, so I called for an appointment. I gave her assistant credit. There was no way I was getting through the door. She was quite a gatekeeper. So, I told her I was the T of HT and that if she would give me an appointment and her size and Lauren's, I would arrive loaded down with gifts.

It is surprising how many women will tell me their bra size when I make that offer. As it turns out, they were both a size 2 with 34B breasts. Well that was encouraging, although I wanted their advice, not in their pants. Maybe. She asked if I could be there at 9 tomorrow morning. I happened to be in Paris but sure. I could fly now too you know. Ruby was with me so we both decided to go. Before I did anything else I arranged for a courier to arrive at 845 just overflowing with gifts.

Because I could.

Just the note taker

I love Tomas so much. Ruby here but you knew that. He has grown so much. I will never forget the coffee shop. I knew I was feeling someone and the minute I was in his head I knew.

He is adorable too. We are a pretty well-known couple now. The world is changing for the better. Sorry I didn't mean to get maudlin. We are about to head into his appointment. I'll take the notes and he can lead the discussion. I won't say a word.

Yeah, I couldn't even sell that to myself.

We walked into their lobby and it was simply overflowing with gift boxes. There must have been a hundred of them. I just raised my eyebrows at Tomas, and he laughed.

"I might have gotten carried away," he said.

We checked in with the receptionist and two women came out to meet us. One was Lauren and the other was Angela, her assistant. The fact that they were wearing some of HT's nicest lingerie was surprising. Maybe not that surprising. OK, of what I suspect Tomas sent, these were bold choices. Lauren was wearing the Bordelle Bondage-Belle bodysuit, in red. Transparent red. I will say, Lauren has very nice breasts with incredible puffy nipples and we could see it all. We were both pleasantly pleased. Angela was wearing the Myla Street bra and panties set, in black, which was also decidedly see-thru. I wonder if they made those choices on purpose. After all, Tomas is a young hunk.

I'm pretty sure I'm right. We'll see. I was so tempted to read them, but I resisted.

They led us back to Lauren's office and then gushed. They both did look beautiful, but these weren't the best choices for them. I saw the pile on the conference table and went over and selected a better choice for each of them. I already knew they wore the same size, so it was easy to pick. I handed them both the new choices. I got smiles in return.

OK now I felt overdressed. They were awfully close to my size, so I picked something too. A bra and panties set. Translucent, as in you could see everything, but that was moot, because I stripped right there to change. Given the wall of her office was glass, it was a little bold, and a bit of a crowd formed. Oh no, the bra needed adjustment. What can I do but stand there naked fixing it? Finally, I was dressed, barely, and sat back down. The two of them looked at each other and stood up and stripped. Oh, we got a nice show, as did everyone in the hall. I liked this meeting.

Angela stood up and walked out into the lobby and came back with one of the boxes. Given her outfit was as see-thru as mine, that was impressive. She handed the box to Tomas. Ah.

"That was fun," said Angela. "I think this should be our new dress code. I'm pretty sure the UPS guy in the lobby agrees with that." Yeah, we all laughed as Tomas opened his box. Oh, an inspired choice. The Good Devil string center. Basically, your cock is barely held in place by a shoelace. Well, he has the cock for it. Tomas stood right up and stripped, to groans from both Lauren and Angela and a short clap from someone in the hall. Tomas laughed and turned to face the glass. Yeah, he got stares. After all, he was naked and hard. I'm pretty sure the clap was from the UPS guy. Yeah, at the window. There was even a very visible drop of precum on Tomas' cock.

I couldn't resist. I wiped it off with my finger, then sucked my finger, to intakes of breath from a number of people. Well, we're like that. I helped him arrange his cock in the new undies too. That got a groan from Lauren. I couldn't do anything, here in the office, but later, sure.

Taking the pen back

I feel the need to take both the pen and control of the meeting back but now it was a distracting meeting too. I'll survive. After all Ruby leaves with me. I did send a variety of our men's offerings too. They could gift them as they saw fit. Except the one.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both," I said.

"The same from us," said Lauren. "We are incredibly curious, of course. It is not like we have famous drop in visitors often. Then again this isn't our average office attire."

"Perhaps it should be," I said. "You all look lovely."

"Smooth line, dude," said Ruby, luckily in my head. Well they did. None more than Ruby.

"Nice save," thought Ruby.

"We do appreciate your time. I read an article of yours, Lauren, on twenty upcoming shoe brands and wanted to discuss it. However, this entire conversation has to be both off the record and confidential. I understand that is an anathema to a journalist so we will not be offended if you choose to say no. They are not my rules but those of your SEC," I said. "Martha Stewart came to understand the rules the hard way."

The women looked at each other and Angela clearly deferred to Lauren. I got an impression that Angela was surprised to even be included.

"We anticipated the conversation and have already cleared it with legal, but we do have an ask," said Lauren. I just smiled and she continued.

"We would like to break the story of your acquisitions. An exclusive if you will. Not indefinitely although we would like to work with you both. We know and love all your brands. If you're in acquisition mode, we could often whisper in your ear about targets," said Lauren. Well that had potential.

"That would be wonderful. We would also be happy to pay a 2% finder's fee for each acquired company you recommend, including those we are going to discuss today," I said. "You will want to clear that with legal as well."

"I already did. They insisted on a 2% cap although I suspect you both chose that for a reason. One percent would go to Clique and 1% to the person who recommended it. In the case of today's conversation, Angela was my principal researcher on the article so we would split the 1% evenly," said Lauren.

"We would?" exclaimed Angela. "Oh, of course we would."

Nice recovery, Angela.

"Thanks," said Angela which got her a confused look from Lauren and a surprised look from Ruby and me. No one had a more surprised look than Angela. Yeah I hadn't said it, but we were discovering that our powers had developed to the point where two-way worked with almost anyone with which we had a fairly deep connection. We would have to explore the connection.

"Yes, we should," said Lauren. "Perhaps the four of us could have dinner. Are you staying at the consulate? Perhaps we could get takeout."

"That sounds wonderful," thought Ruby and both women smiled. The entire rest of the meeting was in our heads which must have really confused anyone that walked by. The four of us sitting there just pleasantly smiling to each other and not saying a word.

Wait until we showed them what else we could do.

"I can't wait," thought Lauren.

"Me too," thought Angela.

I won't bore you with the rest of the business conversation. We'll skip ahead.

Dinner might be delayed

Ruby again. Let's finish that day. We went back to the apartment and much to his dismay, I wouldn't let Tomas cum. Oh, I could cum all I wanted, but he couldn't. Oh, he had to save himself. He is a giving man, so when the doorbell rang, I was on my back on the couch, naked, with him between my legs and I was riding the wave hard.

"Come in," I yelled. Lauren and Angela walked in. They both had on heavier coats than I expected, but when they dropped them the reason was clear. The coats were all they were wearing. They laid back on each side of me. Tomas slid over and went to work on Lauren first. I turned and started making out with Angela and let my hands roam. I have talents too and used my fingers to stroke her to her first of many orgasms. I felt movement and looked to see Tomas slide up Lauren's body and in.

What a way to start our evening. Tomas is quite the young stud and we carefully spaced his opportunities. We were able to coax six out of him. I am confident that both Angela and Lauren truly enjoyed themselves. I know I do every time. They truly are both quite beautiful. We found out that they had never done anything together outside of the office before. Tomas is a big draw.

"So are you," thought Lauren. How sweet.

They went from never having been out together to enjoying a lengthy 69. Long enough that I fucked Angela with a strap-on while Tomas fucked Lauren, in the ass.

Then we switched while they were still in their 69.

That's three for Tomas. By the end of the night, we each had one in the front and the back, so to speak.

Then we all tumbled into bed together. We'd be back. We like New York. We like Angela and Lauren too.

They sure knew their shoes.

The next day was productive

Tomas here. I was wiped out. Ruby and I had a big job ahead of us to go buy some shoe companies. OK, I guess I did, because she didn't go on all the trips. She had things to do, people to fuck. OK, me too. Right?

On the first trip, I went for four days and bought three of the four. Lauren and Angela had prioritized them and did introductions. It didn't make for the most efficient routing, but who cares.

Space plane.

So, I needed an interested shoe companion. I started off where you knew I would, with Jesse. I offered him his choice of shoe company or city. He had clearly been doing his homework because he knew every shoe company on the list and their location. He agreed to go to Mozh Mozh and then would consider another. Mozh Mozh is in Lima, Peru. He also knew that four of the others were in Seoul. He suggested that in both cases, we needed a native speaker. He suggested we choose appropriate companions to take with us.

Sure, Jesse. You need a native Spanish speaker.

Got it. You were born in Mexico and you're traveling with someone that grew up in Santiago. Yep, we need a young, sexy Spanish speaker or two. How handy that the list included everyone that was in our school system for over a few months. Spanish was first. Even Korean was less than six months.

I know. I speak Korean.

So does Jesse.

But who am I to complain? I asked him if he had any suggestions. He mulled it over for a bit. His acting skills were terrible. He clearly knew who he wanted. I just waited patiently. After all, he's Ruby's dad. I wasn't stupid.

"I'm pretty sure Clive and Jolie can speak Spanish," said Jesse. Then he burst out laughing. We both did. Then I texted them and they were in.

Oh boy. Then again, Jesse was fucking me repeatedly on this trip. You have to be good with the in-laws, right?

Off to Lima

Tomas here. We had picked up Clive and Jolie in London. Almost 20 minutes out of our way! We were doing that first.

Then we found out we were going to be way too early. Oh no. Just enough time for an orbit to kill time. Space plane. Four horny people. What could we do? Do you know what happened first?

Jesse fucked me in the ass. Hey, in-laws, right? I'm starting to suspect I might just like Jesse fucking me in the ass. He has a nice cock and really knows how to use it. He loves cleanup too, although this time he shared with Clive and Jolie. By Jolie's turn, she was horny, and given I was hard and hadn't cum, she pushed me on my back and climbed right on.

Then Jesse and Clive offered me their cocks, one from each side. Jolie and I were facing each other so we took turns sucking both cocks while she bounced up and down on my cock. We agreed that whoever's mouth a cock was in when the cum shot out took the cum shot on their chest. We had the gravity on, so it was OK.

Oh no. Both times it was Jolie. She was covered in their cum and filled up with mine. I must clean her up. She was on the floor and I was kneeling over her, which left me open for Clive's cock. He was so gentle while I licked up Jolie. He made the moves up and down her body with me, while he continued to stroke in and out. I kissed a lot of it to Jesse, who loves that as much as I do, and some to Clive and Jolie. When we finished, Jesse and Clive had both cum twice.

I'd only cum once. Oh good, just enough time. I wanted to give Jesse some love too, so this time I fucked him in the ass.

And he wore it to the meeting. Squish, squish, old man. The owners of this company were a brother and sister in their twenties and downright hilarious. They acted like a married couple. They were funny and snarky, so we were too! It was going to be a great fit. They had done their homework and knew who I was, who Jesse was, and even who Clive and Jolie were. Then the light bulb went on.

"You have Jackson's app," I said. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Sure," said Auda. Such a beautiful young woman. Skin the color of Ruby's. She was wearing a cute skirt and sheer top, with nothing underneath so I can faithfully say she has pert B cup breasts with large dark nipples. Simply stunning. I think the outfit was Zara, which made me smile. Beltran is also beautiful, and fit. He is tall and thin. He was wearing very nice pants and a silk shirt that was open one too many buttons. Oh, we all enjoyed it, but he was working it too much.

"How long have you been married?" asked Jolie.

"Two years," replied Auda who then looked shocked. She recovered quickly.

"You asked how long we had been in business, right?" said Auda. "I wasn't sure I heard you correctly."

"OK, feel free to change your answer," said Jolie. "I asked how long you have been married. You're siblings, but you're married." They both were struck mute and Jolie waited them out. We all did. It is a devastating negotiation tactic. They eventually have to fill the silence.

"How did you know?" said Beltran.

Jolie laughed and held up her phone.

"It's in your profile in Jackson's app," said Jolie. "You know we don't give a shit. We'd do you here on the office floor. All of us will do both of you. Heck, we can start off with my brother Clive fucking me first. He's damn good at it."

"Hold that thought," said Auda. "Let's sign the paperwork, go to dinner, and have a long night of passion." That sounded good to all of us.

"Please feel free to bring your children," added Clive. Beltran and Auda looked at each other and back at us. Clearly they came to a conclusion.

"They would like that a lot," said Auda.

"Tell us a little about your children," said Jesse, the father figure. It got huge smiles from them both. They were proud parents.

"Emilene is 12 years old going on 30," said Beltran. "Lots of fire and vigor and passion. She's also a beautiful young woman, looking very much like Auda." Auda laughed.

"That's true," said Auda. "Chus is Beltran's smaller brother, although not smaller in one area." She laughed and so did Beltran.

"He's very proud of the fact that he started cumming for real last week," said Auda. "He just turned 10 years old. He's fucking adorable and adorable fucking."

Now I wanted to know if Chus was particularly well endowed or Beltran was on the small side. I would find out. I would.

"In case you're wondering," said Auda. "Chus has a 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock."

Oh boy.

We invited them to dinner at Bob's new house. It's a few miles out of town overlooking Lima with a huge lot on the top of a mountain. Another of his monster houses. He bought it about four months ago, before we started thinking about shoes. When I asked him, he shrugged.

"That's a rugged Jeep ride up a mountain," said Beltran. "That's a three-hour ride at least."

"Or," said Jolie, drawing out the word "or". "It's about 2 minutes in our E-82 space plane that is hovering over this building waiting for us."

OK, she enjoyed saying that. It is funny. So fucking stupid. I was a kid from Santiago. Now my friends and I are flying around the world, fucking in space, and buying businesses worth billions.

And it fucking works.

Sorry I got a little caught up there. The paperwork was all signed and sealed with a lot of people kissing a lot of people. At one point Jesse and Clive were kind of going at it and I pulled them apart a little.

"Sorry," said Clive, clearly a little embarrassed.

"Nothing to be sorry about," said Beltran. "There were a few things you're going to have to teach me." I loved that Clive was excited to teach Beltran some kissing and groping techniques. We're fun. Fun. We were also making their house a consulate. Because we can.

We dropped the plane down into their valet parking area and shooed them both on board. I flew the first leg to go pick up their kids.

Their descriptions understated the beauty of their children.

In other words, hot freaking damn. I was going to have to visit this property often. Just as we landed at the family house, another plane did as well.

Ruby. Oh God this is wonderful. Hey, I have never been more in love with Ruby, but good grief, she's also an incredible lover.

You've figured that out by now.

We did all the introductions and Ruby was enamored with Chus. He's so freaking adorable that I understand. She took Chus' hand and headed towards the house. I did the only other thing I could think of.

I took Emilene's hand and followed. I looked back and Jesse was following, holding Beltran's hand. Auda was bringing up the rear, holding Clive and Jolie's hands. Lots of hands in those last few sentences. I do love the expressions on Jesse and Beltran's faces. It was joy. Holy shit, they just passed us all.

Skipping. Damn I missed it. I couldn't get my phone out fast enough.

Oh good. Ruby did. We stopped to all look at the video and Jesse and Beltran skipped back to us. Yes, still skipping. We all looked at it and I thought they'd object, but Jesse and Beltran just laughed.

And skipped into the house. We walked into the front door and through the foyer into the main room. It was a great room style and simply huge. The rear wall was windows from floor to ceiling, looking out over Lima. That view was stunning, but even more stunning was what was happening just in front of the window.

Beltran and Jesse were both naked. Jesse was on his knees and Beltran was just pounding him in the ass. They moved fast.

Oh God. Beltran has at least an 11-inch (28 cm) thick cock.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned. Chus. Naked, pointing down.

At his own 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. He's freaking 10 years old.

I did the only thing I could possibly do. I walked over to Jesse and got down on my knees, facing him. I felt fingers lube me up. A lot of fingers. I didn't care. It was the preview before the main event. I leaned forward and gave Jesse a big wet kiss just as Chus slid into my ass.

I was in heaven.

Then Jolie slid under Jesse and took his cock in her mouth. Emilene must have liked the idea because she slid under me.

Oh boy. That's a nice warm wet mouth you have there, Emilene. Clive sat down and lifted Emilene's legs over his and slid into her in the golden arches.

There was a lot of fucking going on.

I don't know where Ruby was. Damn, Chus just pounded me hard. I looked back.

Because Ruby was pounding him with a double-ended dildo. She loves that. She does. It's the power. We both know it. I turned back and saw that Auda was doing the same to Beltran.

One big pile of sex. Everyone worked really hard to last, the men I mean. The women were just going off. It almost seemed like we timed it because everyone pulled off and let me tell you cum was flying everywhere. For someone that just started cumming, Chus shot out a lot of cum.

Oh no. There is cum everywhere.

Talk about a pile of bodies. We ended up pretty clean without breaking any bones, so I'd call it a success. It was vigorous. We'll go with vigorous. I ended up lying on the carpet right next to Chus. Emilene was bouncing up and down on me while making out pretty furiously with Ruby, who was bouncing on Chus. They even timed their bounces so they could keep kissing. This time, we were going to fill them up, but just as we did, we all got a cum bath from Jesse, Beltran, and Clive.

Oh no. More cum.

Finally, we men didn't have anything left. We rinsed off and sat in the jacuzzi chatting, over a glass of wine.

The women joined us after another hour. Me, jealous?

Yes. Big time.

They all hopped in and found a lap on which to sit. We had a mismatch, with extra cock, which is never a bad thing, so Chus hopped up onto Jesse's lap. Ah, the power of youth. Jesse was casually stroking Chus' big cock, which peeked above the water. We saw the face and so did Jesse. Chus lifted up and Jesse swallowed as much of his cock as he could, just as Chus' exploded. Jesse swallowed every drop and Chus settled back onto his lap.

Oh, he didn't swallow quite all of it.

Some of it he kissed to Beltran.

What a fun little company.

Next stop Seoul

Tomas again. Lima was such a win. Yes, I mean the shoes. I mean all that too. Damn. I learned a few new things from my father-in-law too.

We'd taken a few day break. Our bodies were breaking down. My essence was being depleted. Mostly onto Jolie's chest, but still.

Jesse had worked hard to make the right choice for our Korean translators. He suggested Jerry and Mallory. Not exactly Korean, but sure. Adorable too. Jerry couldn't go but Mallory could. I loved that she was excited about going with us. I went back to the well and asked Jesse for his replacement suggestion.

He suggested Clay and Cindy. I started to remind him that would be three translators, then I realized it would be three translators. I was good with that. They all lived here now, which was convenient.

You know. I'll move the rest to another journal entry. This one is getting long. And I need a nap.

Greta and Emma

Bob can be a pain. He is also amazing. Those things are not mutually exclusive. Today he is being a pain. He told me to be ready at 1130 because we had lunch plans at 1200.

That 30-minute window did not provide any information. He could bring in carryout which he often does.

Or we could be eating lunch in Tokyo. I have no idea what time it is in Tokyo.

It is 1129 and I am standing on the roof of the New York tower that has my first offices.

Or will once I get off my butt.

It is hard. And I don't mean Bob, although that's likely too.

Bob's plane floated down at exactly 1130. Does he fly around for a while if he is early? He is always on time.

He dropped the door and enveloped me in a big bear hug. Bob's bear hugs are restorative. It is hard to even explain.

"Kind of. You set the destination and desired landing time. The plane takes a route so you're there perfectly on time," said Bob. I admit I stared until he laughed.

"How far away can you freaking do it?" I asked, meaning, and I cannot believe I am typing this, how far away can he read my mind?

He just shrugged.

"Too many variables but the key is the strength of connection. I doubt we have much of a limit," he said.

Yes, I went in for another hug to his laughter. He broke the hug and took my hand and led me on board. He pointed to the left seat and smiled.

"You think I'm ready?" I asked.

"You've been capable for a long time. So, the question goes back to you. Are you ready?" he asked. I got another Bob smile. Yeah you've read about Ruby and Amy and others.

I'd put a Bob smile at the top of the list.

Which got me another smile. With a hint of embarrassment. Which just makes his smile more powerful.

I went through the checklist. Bob normally walks it with me, but he didn't today. Suddenly he unbuckled his seat belt. He stood up and moved back to the jump seat and strapped himself in.

Damn. OK. I can do this. My checklist was complete.

But I didn't know where we were going.

Bob snorted.

"It is already programmed in," he said. I looked and it was somewhere in Florida but near Miami not over near Tampa where they have a home.

"We have a south Florida home too and yes that's where we are going. I want you to meet someone," said Bob but he wouldn't say any more. We flew for just a few minutes and were there already. Good grief. It is huge. It looks like a giant resort hotel. I know Bob though. This was all his and it was off the grid and carbon negative.

We settled down on a grassy spot next to what must be the main house. It was taking me a bit to understand this level of luxury.

"Does it have a name?" I asked.

"Gemini," he replied. I was kidding. I think.

I dropped the stairs and as we walked down, someone ran out of the house. Holy shit. That's Emma.

We are near Parkland. She is my hero. I modeled all of this around the Parkland kids but none more than Emma. My entire approach, not pulling back, calling the adults out, was based on Emma, particularly her speech. I call BS.

But why was she screaming and looking so excited.

"You're my hero!" we both shouted and out of habit I yelled "jinx".

She looked shocked. I'm sure I looked shocked. What the hell do I do now? We both turned to Bob.

He smiled really big and laughed.

"Up to the two of you," said Bob.

Oh hell, I'm going for the kiss. Emma appears to have made a similar decision, but we were poorly timed. We managed to knock our foreheads together with some force. We both bounced up and yelled "Ouch".

This time Emma got "jinx" out first. She leaned in, carefully, and I admit it was a Top 10 kiss. Maybe Top 5. A bit of mutual groping too. We finally broke apart, but Emma leaned in and whispered right in my ear.

"Why don't we wear Bob out together later?" whispered Emma. Unfortunately, my eager nodding resulted in our butting heads again.

We might have fun, we might get hurt. Who knows? Worth it.

Well that was unexpected and amazing. I'm not as freaked out now. Kind of hard to be. Once you've vigorously rubbed someone's nipples, it's a little harder to be intimidated.

"I'm hungry," declared Bob. We faithfully followed him, and we walked and walked through this ridiculously large house. We finally went into a garage.

We grabbed a car. It is a nice convertible, but I have no idea what. I don't know cars. It was nice and expensive and could fly and was carbon negative. All I really cared about was that last one. I climbed in the back since I'm the littlest, but Emma climbed in with me.

"Lunch James," she said. "And be snappy about it." She turned to me.

"You just can't find good help these days," she said. We ended up giggling all the way to lunch.

Bob hates vegan food. Bob loves me.

We landed at a vegan restaurant.

Did you ever doubt it? There are days though that I desperately want a cheeseburger.

Emma snorted. I turned to her and she had a shocked look on her face.

"You can do it too?" I thought to her. Her eyes got huge.

Oh. I turned and Bob was giving us both a smile.

"Well now," he said. "We should talk."

We went in and sat down and ordered.

"You said we needed to talk," said Emma. "So, talk." God I love her bluntness. I just got a big smile. I love her smile. OK, enjoying the hard nipples in a braless t-shirt too. She has incredible breasts. That thought got me a laugh.

Bob was just watching us. That was weird. He took a deep breath.

"OK, first, this is just our current theories. Full disclosure we have no freaking idea why this works," said Bob. "We think that one important component is lots of sex. Lots and lots of sex. I know for a fact that both of you fit into that category and if I overstepped boundaries I'm sorry, but it is part of the story. The other component, the bigger component, is a connection. Now between the extended family, we're all pretty powerful, but it took time and in every single case, it happened first with the same type of person."

We both waited him out. What kind of person? He took a deep breath again and let it out slowly.

"Soulmates," said Bob. "We call them soulmates. My soulmate is Amy. Ruby's is Tomas with an almost equally powerful connection with Tavi and Amara. Chris is Noah."

We looked at each other. Emma and me. Then we turned back to Bob.

"Cool," we both said. I got it out first this time, but Emma suggested we save it for later. Then she leered at me.

Yep. Liking this OK. More than OK.

They brought lunch and we took a break to eat and chat. God this food sucks. I looked at Bob. I'd bet money on it.

"Have you succeeded in raising farm animals carbon negative yet?" I asked. I'm very into anything that is carbon negative. Bob laughed.

"Final testing of the process," said Bob. "But so far only pork." Emma let out a scream.

"You're going to make carbon negative bacon!" shouted Emma, to the looks of everyone in the restaurant. It took everyone a moment to process what she had shouted.

Which is how we found ourselves getting a standing ovation at a vegan restaurant and the reason was bacon.

I will fuck Bob unconscious once I get to eat bacon. Oh, that got me a nice smile from Bob and Emma.

Bob had brought us together for a different reason than our being soulmates. He wanted to fund a second charity for Emma and suggested we could work together. The charities would be separate but use the same offices and some of the same staff.

And we could get through the struggles together.

"I won't turn down a donation," said Emma. "But what are you talking about sharing offices. Plural?"

This time I admit, I laughed.

"Bob donated a $100 billion to Fridays for Future. He has given us huge offices all over the world," I said. "I also have access to unlimited funds beyond the $100 billion to buy companies and turn them in a new direction or shut them down. He also knows I'm paralyzed moving forward and seems to think that as a team I could overcome that."

I suspect the look on Emma's face mirrored mine when the money was thrown out.

"For example," I continued. "He funded a gun buyback in Tampa as well as programs to fight poverty. Tampa is an example."

"So, Bob, there are 300 million guns in the US. If I started a program offering $2,500 for every gun turned in, you'd fund that," said Emma.

"Sure," said Bob, with his smile.

"You didn't even do the math, did you?" asked Emma. He shook his head no, still smiling.

"$750 billion," she said. Still smiling.

"It is a great yet simple idea," said Bob. "But I'd buy the gun manufacturers first and limit sales to police forces and militaries."

"That would absolutely tank the stock you just bought," said Emma. "And you're talking a multibillion dollar loss."

"So?" asked Bob. "Listen. We have money. Money won't bring kids back that were shot. If stopping one kid getting hurt requires a couple trillion than I'm freaking in."

We sat there quietly for a bit.

"The NRA will go nuts," said Emma.

"So? Seriously though, it would be a voluntary program. No one is forcibly taking their guns. You're buying them at a favorable price. You should put a bounty on entire classes of weapons. Pay more. Pay for large capacity magazines. Offer amounts that just can't be turned down. Spend another trillion or two," said Bob. There was grit in his voice.

"Do you really have that much? Even if you do, won't that wipe you out?" asked Emma.

Bob snorted.

"Yes and no," said Bob. We both must have looked confused because he continued. "Yes, we really have that much and no it won't wipe me out. I don't know how much we have but it is a hell of a lot more than that."

"Fortune still puts Jeff Bezos as number 1," said Emma.

"You didn't read the footnote that says the extended royal family of Dionysus is excluded," said Bob.

I guess she didn't.

Just then we flew up to his house. I am getting a little more used to luxury. Bob has already invested so much, and his teams have been doing the impossible. He had told us that all of their properties are off the grid completely.

"The arena in Orlando," asked Emma.

"Sure," said Bob. "Completely. We do have water but not much. We reclaim and reuse everything onsite."

"Is he for real?" asked Emma. I admit I laughed.

He has skills. I'm pretty sure Emma already knows his skills. Her moan just reinforced my thinking.

It seemed like a break was in order. This house, if you can call it just a house, has a nice indoor pool. We passed it on the way to the garage, and to my surprise, I found it pretty quickly. By the time we got there, clothes were strewn along our path and the last piece fell at the pool's edge. Emma laughed and grabbed Bob's arm and I grabbed the other one. We lifted him up and threw him into the pool. Really far. As into the deep end. About 10 meters. 30 feet.

Emma is very strong.

"You're incredibly strong," said Emma. Huh?

"I didn't do that," I said. "You did." She shook her head no just as Bob floated up out of the pool and over to us. Then he landed on his feet. I'm not sure what else to call it. He was horizontal, then he was vertical, and he was standing next to us.

"Are mass hallucinations a thing?" asked Emma, staring at Bob. It didn't help that he was hard and throbbing.

I didn't answer. I took Bob by the cock and led him to a lounge. Then I pulled Emma over and helped her settle down onto Bob's cock. I sat crisscross right next to them, which meant they both had a hand on me, in me, everything. I actually went off first, but my stroking of Emma's clit was a success too.

She lifted up and off and Bob covered himself with cum. That's when I realized someone had walked up.

Tomas. Fully clothed.

"Why do you have clothes on?" I asked. Look at me. All bold and shit. Then Tomas didn't have any clothes on. My turn!

Oops, maybe not yet.

"I want to watch Tomas fuck Bob," said Emma. "Wait, let's do it with Greta at the front of a train and me underneath."

It was nice. If you consider getting fucked and licked almost to unconscious nice. Mind-blowing. Transcendent. I try to learn a new English word every time Bob fucks me. Extraordinary. Outstanding. Incredible. Mystifying. Numinous. You can look that last one up.

Then Tomas fucked me in the Golden arches. No, he made love to me. Now Emma was over me and Bob was fucking her doggy style and I was licking them both.

It was numinous.

We finally wore out the men but given we each got five and they had two for each other, we were impressed. We ended up in the jacuzzi, drinking wine and laughing.

"So, who were you looking for Tomas?" asked Emma, after introductions. Yeah, we used him up then we introduced him. Seems right.

"No one in particular," said Tomas. "I just knew I should come here now. Given I was on the moon..."

Well sure.

Just then Ruby walked in. Ruby. Oh god.

"Sorry I'm late," said Ruby, as she stripped. I am impressed. Bob and Tomas both got hard.

And had three more in them. Two each for Ruby and then Tomas and Bob made love to Emma and me.

Then Bob finished with Emma too. I've lost track, but it was a lot for Bob.

We loved it. They were done, but the three girls were not.

Ruby taught us things.

I am so in

Honestly, right now, what I want to be in is a bed, sleeping. That was some seriously athletic sex. For some reason Bob suggested that we head up to New York, grab a bite, and go to bed. He wanted Greta to show me our offices.

Is that the first thing we call ours? Is Bob right? This is Emma, but I'll bet you figured that out.

Maybe. There sure is something there.

Somehow when we landed, the table was set, the wine was poured, and incredible Thai food was waiting for us. At least this time, only Greta ate vegan. Wait, what's on that plate in the middle of the table?

Holy hell it is a plate full of hot, crispy bacon. Greta saw it when I did and we both looked at Bob.

"Enjoy," he said. I'm not sure he got a piece.

Oh, he got a piece, but that was earlier and not bacon.

I'm not even sure I got half. For a small girl, Greta can shovel down the bacon.

"Slowly," said Bob. "Your system isn't used to it."

"Fuck it. Bacon," said Greta, with a growl. Damn. Are you this passionate about everything?

Hmm. The fact that I am now lying on my back, on the carpet, and she is between my legs might be a yes. I think our clothes disappeared, but we were on that carpet for quite a while.

There sure was a spark, if by spark you mean a multiorgasmic spark. But it feels like more than that. This is confusing. We finally stood up and there was no Bob. His plate and glass were gone. Not in the sink. Not in the dishwasher. Even the container for his Thai food was gone. What the fuck? Suddenly Greta started laughing and waved me to follow her. We walked into a huge walk-in pantry that had a little table in it.

On the table was Bob's plate, glass, and silverware. Next to it was the Thai food container. Just his.

Well played Bob. But wait, I turned to Greta.

"Where is Bob?" I asked.

"Robertville," she said.

"You can communicate that far?" I asked. She laughed.

"Just do what you normally do to communicate with Bob," she said.

"Hi Bob," I thought.

"Have fun Emma. Change the world," thought Bob.

Wow.

When a casual joke comes true

This is Bob. I'm off to White Plains New York with Erin. You remember Erin. She is the CIO of our US operations. Or she was until today. That is Earl's job now. Earl has come a long way in so many things.

You see, one of our acquisitions is IBM. If you recall her interview, she made a joke about running IBM.

Little did she know.

In IBM's case, there were at least a few executives left. Not many but a few. OK almost none but I wasn't telling her that. I guess it could have been Rylee. We split them up, but Rylee suggested I should have IBM.

I think because she knows I like Erin. Well, I do. She's smart, wickedly funny, sexy, and did I say smart?

We just landed in their parking lot and are dressed in our IBM finest. In my case, dark suit, white shirt, and yellow power tie. OK, 1980s IBM finest, but I like the look. Did I mention that the tie has little Dionysus crests all over it? I did go with less ostentatious cuff links.

Still nice though.

Erin is breathtaking. Erin is always breathtaking. Erin does nothing slowly. Nothing at a typical pace. Erin moves. I don't mean just physically. Her mind leaps. Big jumps to decisions. She has been the driving force in operationalizing much of Rylee's and my work. You know the IBM engineers are going to push the 9-year-old CEO. For about 5 minutes. Then she has permission to share the basics of Rylee's quantum research. Remember? They're ten generations behind.

At least.

Erin can bring them up three generations. We're not giving them more than that until we're absolutely sure we got everyone. It was a bit of a trap too. If others suddenly introduced products based on this knowledge, it would be decidedly suspicious. Particularly given Erin was going to introduce the tiniest of mistakes.

Once they had it built, it wouldn't work. An honest error on her part.

Then she would share the fix individually with anyone we suspected. There were multiple fixes, all of which worked, but all were distinctly different. When the competitor's products came out, we could go right back to the source within our organization. Hopefully, none of that will occur and it was a waste of time. All the better.

Since I shared what I was wearing, I guess I'll do the same for Erin.

Speak for yourself bub

Or Bob. Whatever your name is. I went for the similar dark suit, except mine had a skirt of the perfect length, and a short matching jacket. I wore a simple scoop neck white T. A little tight. A little sheer.

Pulled up right against my puffies. I was establishing things early. I'm a strong, powerful, sexual woman. We would introduce our thinking early, but it would take a bit, particularly for the US-based employees.

I was waiting a week before we started building wrestling rooms. Maybe.

I am really small too. I thought about wearing heels, which would bring me to a staggering 4'5". Then I realized my diminutive stature worked for me. So, I am wearing flats. In my case, Allbirds tree flats. Love these shoes.

My excitement wore off about 35 seconds into the visit. Remember, this is the home office, which has been decimated. I admit that the sole remaining senior exec was the general counsel kind of surprised me. He knew exactly who was coming and that Bob was doing the introductions and would be an advisor, but not CEO.

I am in charge.

Not according to Legal Dickhead. Or is it Legal Dick Head. LD or LDH. He introduced himself to Bob and offered his hand. Now who gives a shit about the Bob has to extend his hand first BS. That wasn't the issue. After they shook hands, he took Bob's arm and started to walk away with him, leaving me behind. Nope, no introduction either.

A friend taught me how to whistle when I was pretty young. The full two fingers in the mouth whistle. It peels paint for three counties. Please tell me you know why I told you about my whistling skills.

Right there in the lobby.

They both turned and Bob smiled at me. All on me, huh Bob. I walked over and got so close, LD had to lean down. He's a tall dude. I was basically crotch height. As he bent down, his cock grew. He had a great view of my puffies, and it was affecting him. I ignored it, which is the right thing to do. No guy can control an erection.

"That was your first and last chance at screwing up," I said, in a stage whisper that carries as well as my whistle. "One more and you're gone."

He stood back up.

"Understood," he said. "Right this way." Then his cock bounced. That's when it hit me. He's on the spectrum. OK, I can handle that. Direct and honest works, which was exactly what I had done. My curiosity got the better of me. I shouldn't and I knew I shouldn't.

"Was it the puffies that got you hard?" I asked. He looked down and smiled, as we walked.

"Partially, but mostly that you have simply gorgeous feet," he said.

"Why thank you," I said. "That is a compliment I have not received before."

"Then others have not been completely open with you," he said, so innocently. I looked at Bob, who looked at my feet.

"You do have adorable feet," said Bob, smiling.

"Yes, she does," said LD, as we arrived at the executive suite. He turned back to me.

"You probably know me as Lawrence or Larry, but I go by LD," said, to my surprise, LD. "My middle name is David, and I got tired of the jokes."

Lawrence David. Huh.

Oh. Larry David. I admit, figuring it out led to a small snort, which led to Bob laughing, which led to LD just going off laughing. In the outer office of the executive suite. Finally, we calmed down as a simply stunning woman walked up.

"LD, are you OK?" she asked, putting her hand on his arm. LD had calmed down. She looked at us.

"I'm Kali. I'm the lead assistant around here. I've known LD for eleven years and have never heard him laugh," she said. She turned to him. "It must be the pon farr."

He smiled meekly.

"Seven years is a long time to wait for another encounter," I said. "Has a suitable mate been determined?"

"I think so," she said. "But he won't say. I'm becoming concerned." God I shouldn't. I won't. I will. I turned to Larry.

"Larry, you know that ignoring the pon farr could lead to your death. We are all your friends here," I said. "It's time to share your mate choice."

He thought about it for a bit.

"I choose you," said LD.

"Now Larry," I said. "You had a choice before I arrived. If so, you know the rules. That must be your choice, or you risk it all. As for me, I won't say no. I'll say not yet. It would depend on your mate of choice's approval, and preferably, participation."

LD's eyes got big. His cock had to hurt it was so hard.

"I can't," he said, softly. "I have chosen two and am unable to choose. One is unavailable as well."

"LD, I won't force you to do anything and we know we're just playing a bit, but dreams can come true," I said. Finally, he stood up straight. The dude is tall. He's thin and regal. He's freaking gorgeous. I don't think I mentioned that he is black, but his skin is the most beautiful deep brown.

The cock looks impressive too.

"Fuck," spit out Kali. Kali is Hispanic and equally as gorgeous. On the tall side, very thin, A cup breasts. Just amazing.

"LD, spit it the fuck out," she said. "I have been hoping it was me for eleven years. If it isn't, I need to let go." LD looked shocked.

"You have? Were there signals? Did I misunderstand them?" asked LD. Then he shook his head. "No, don't answer. Let's finish this. You are my choice. You've always been my choice."

"But you have another choice," she said, softly, with just a hint of despair.

"Oh boy. This is a signal I hope I did read right, and I don't read signals well," said LD. "My other choice is Jain." Kali gasped. Then she moaned. Bob and I just waited. Finally, Kali calmed down.

"If only we could," said Kali. "You read the signals right. I'm proud of you."

"Oh, come on," I finally said. "Who is Jain?" They were both a bit dazed, but Kali looked at me and moaned again.

"My 11-year-old brother," said Kali. Then she rocked through a little orgasm. I swear she did.

Bob handed them both a keycard. A hotel keycard. A Four Seasons hotel keycard.

"These are for the Ty Warner Penthouse at the New York Four Seasons in New York," said Bob. "A JetsonCar will be here at 1700. 5 pm. They'll fly you into the city. A similar car is picking up Jain at your parents' house and flying him in. It's Wednesday. We'll expect you back in the office on Monday. Everything is paid for and the concierge will arrange anything you desire and bill us. I'd strongly suggest Hamilton and perhaps even going twice. It is so rich that the first time you just can't absorb it."

"Two Hamilton tickets on short notice, twice, have to cost a fortune," said Kali.

"Three tickets each night," said Bob. Both of them moaned. "The Friday night tickets are in the balcony suite. It is a special reunion night where the entire original cast will be on stage."

"They'd never do that!" said Kali.

"Yes, they will," said Bob. "Erin and I will be joining you at the theater. I should mention that the closets are stocked, as are the dressers and the bathrooms, with your preferred product. You don't need to bring a thing. That includes two tuxes for you LD. You might not have time to get the first one cleaned. If your night goes well, it might be ruined anyway."

"Why would it get ruined?" asked LD. I had this one.

"We lose a lot of clothes in the heat of the moment when they're torn off by your partner. Or partners," I said. "I like this outfit, but I have dozens of these shirts. They always seem to get torn off."

"I'd like to tear it off," said LD, bashfully.

"LD. I'm so proud of you," said Kali. "She is beautiful isn't she? Are you attracted to Bob as well?" Ah darn. That was messy. Bob realized it too.

"Another compliment," said Bob, touching his watch. "Let's move up the timetable. Jain will meet you at the hotel right after school. We'll have him picked up at school."

"Yes," said LD. I thought he was agreeing to move things up. He wasn't. Kali caught it too. And moaned. After all, he picked Jain.

"I'm saying not yet too," said Bob. "I'll come back, and we can fulfill each other's dreams. I'll bring Amy and Pari too. Erin will already be here."

Oh, good God. They'll have a heart attack.

"We will look forward to that," said LD. Kali giggled.

"Maybe I shouldn't, but I love you LD," said Kali. LD thought for a moment and it was concerning, but then he smiled.

"Ditto," he said. I think Kali almost passed out.

"I told you that was my favorite movie in our first conversation. It was 11 years ago," said Kali.

"I was hopeful that day that I would eventually be able to say it," said LD. Kali shook her head.

"We wasted 11 years," said Kali.

"That's not the way to look at it," said Bob. "You have decades ahead of you. The likelihood of you still being together if you had become a couple then is very low. Now it's a lock. Trios are good."

"About that," said Kali. "That ain't never happenin'. My parents would never, ever go for it. They are so overprotective of Jain."

"I have their signed permission forms, including school forms allowing us to pick him up," said Bob. "Look at me closely. Imagine me in a pair of jeans, unshaven for several days, wearing a vintage Doobie Brothers t-shirt." Kali looked confused and the light bulb went on.

"The mustard should have tipped me off," she said, and Bob laughed.

"It does seem to be my signature," said Bob.

"You were just leaving when I arrived back home with Jain. We'd gone to the movies. We got home a little early because the projector broke down," said Kali. "They said you were a contractor to talk about redoing their kitchen."

Bob just smiled.

"But that was over four months ago," said Kali. "Long before this all started." Bob just shrugged.

"And no way my parents signed," said Kali.

"I believe your father's direct quote was they finally get to fuck," said Bob. "Of course, then he moaned."

"He did?" said Kali, at least three octaves lower. "How did Mom react?"

"I believe her quote was maybe someday we can both join them," said Bob. "And by the way, I'm sharing this with their permission. I never would have without it." Kali was a little stunned and then a thought hit her.

"I remember that night. I remember seeing what I would have sworn was a spot of cum on my dad's cheek. I remember because Mom made it even more obvious by wiping it off with her finger," said Kali. "Was that your cum?"

"Maybe," said Bob. "There was a lot of cum flying. I wondered if you noticed it."

OK, everyone moaned at this point.

"I should mention they're joining us for the play on Friday," said Bob.

"Could we invite them to our hotel room for a night of wild sex?" asked LD, of Kali. She laughed.

"We can invite. I don't know if they'll accept," said Kali.

"We will," I said, contributing for the first time in a while.

"I'm confident your parents will too," said Bob. "They're already hopeful. I've talked to your dad a lot. He was instrumental in the takedown." Bob turned to me.

"Her dad is the ex-CFO, fired mysteriously five years ago," said Bob. "Right when all this started."

"Dad would never be a part of that," said Kali.

"I know," said Bob. "Your dad is a good man. So is your mom. It's been tough. You'll both enjoy them both too." Bob smirked, just a little.

"I get how you know my dad would enjoy it, but how do you know if my mom likes girls?" asked Kali.

"Amy came with me several times," said Bob, smiling.

"Could she come Friday?" asked LD.

"Now you're getting greedy," said Bob. "And she can't, but you'll meet her. I promise."

"What about Pari?" asked LD, which made Kali smile.

"You go LD," said Kali, clearly proud of him.

"No promises," said Bob. "But probably."

OK, we all moaned. Freaking Pari.

The pon farr decision has been made

My name is Kali and I love LD with all my heart. I think, in hindsight, I should have been more direct. Erin and Bob were and got things out of him in five minutes that I've wanted to know for years. I'm kind of bashful too.

Right now, we're riding through the sky in a real Jetsons car heading for the New York Four Seasons where my sexy younger brother will join us for a weekend of passion. None of this feels believable. I am sure you've read these stories. Erin told me about a journal and suggested I write this. She made me promise to not read the journal until we were back. Something about it being addictive. And that people often got hurt trying to duplicate things that require skills and strength they do not have.

Jain should already be in the suite, which is bonkers. Jain is freaking adorable. He's about 5'3", thin but strong, and has a 5-inch (13 cm) cock. No, I've never experienced it, although it has been a dream. I accidentally walked in on him while he was jacking off. I admit I stayed and watched just a little too long.

Wait. OK, I'm going to ask him.

We landed on the freaking roof and there was a bellman there to lead us to our suite. Jain was already in the suite and was jumping up and down. We quickly tipped the bellman and got him out of the room.

Jain was dancing and spinning.

"This is a consulate!" said Jain. "We're gonna all fuck, aren't we?"

"Yes, but I have a question," I said. "When I walked in on you jacking off, had you set that up on purpose?" He laughed.

"Of course," he said. "I was kind of hoping you would be overwhelmed at the sight and something would happen."

"You'll have to do it for her now," said LD, smiling.

"You too," said Jain, also smiling.

"Only if you're jacking each other off," I said. The fact that they both moaned is encouraging. I led them into the master bedroom. Yes, a master in a hotel suite. I jumped up on the bed and laid back.

"Strip for me," I said. "Undress each other. Make it sensual."

And they did. It was incredible. Jain undressed LD first. He kissed and sucked every new piece of exposed skin. Finally, he was down to LD's boxers.

"Wait," I said. "Leave them on. LD undress Jain." He did and it was fucking incredible. LD is smooth. His movements are economical, but you just sense he is powerful. Good god his upper body is amazing. I knew he was attractive, clothed. I had no idea he is a freaking god. Jain's body wasn't new to me but made me damn near swoon. Again. I had so wanted to climb right on board when I caught him jacking off. The only thing that stopped me was that it was illegal. Not wrong, illegal.

Tonight's the night.

I climbed off the bed and stood in front of them.

"Undress me," I said. They did. They finally got my blouse and bra off and both leaned over and sucked a nipple into their mouth.

I damn near collapsed.

They were so sensual and finally I was naked, and they were in their boxers. We stood there for a good ten minutes kissing. All of us. Back and forth. They took turns fingering me. They were so different and so skilled.

I'd have to ask Jain about that later.

Finally, I reached over and pulled Jain's shorts down and then LD's. Yes, I swooned. Hell they swooned. I took one hand of each and placed it on the other's cock. They started ever so gently stroking each other. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.

"Have you cum yet today?" asked Jain, of LD. LD shook his head no. Jain dropped to his knees and just swallowed LD's cock. He took my hand and pulled me down next to him.

Where we shared his cock. He started to cum while Jain was sucking him, and he pulled off and made sure that we were both just drenched in cum. Then he pulled me onto my back next to him.

"Clean us up. With your tongue. Kiss us the cum," said Jain, to LD. Which LD did. With passion.

Then he slid up and in. I am officially in heaven. No wait, it gets better.

Jain slid into LD's ass.

Oh, it gets better. They both had seven in them. Two for each other. Five for me.

One in the mouth, kissed to the other. One on my breasts, with both flavors mixed, and both licking it off. Two in the front. One in the back.

I do like DP.

Do we have to leave? I just realized it is 4 am. A nap. At least a nap.

We fell asleep sticky. Something I expect to happen often.

My sister! LD!

Sorry for the exclamation points but come on. I've loved them both since I could love them both. I thought, for years, about pushing them together, but they had to find their way.

And their way includes me!

I've known LD for a long time. Our dad mentored him for years. You should have seen LD in the early years. I don't even know how he got hired. He barely spoke. When he did, it was worth listening to, and I think everyone figured that out. I have a plan for today, and Jessica helped me out. Damn, Jessica.

Another time.

Last night was Hamilton. We didn't narrate yesterday. We never left the bed. That's not quite true. We showered and got cleaned up and moved to the other bedroom.

We'd kind of ruined the first one. The maids came in and changed that one. Which is good, since we could move in there while they cleaned the second one. Kind of ruined it too.

We have Hamilton again tonight. With the family. You don't know how hard it was to put a period at the end of that sentence fragment.

So, anyway. The plan. I've been into New York with both LD and Kali, but never together. Both think they introduced me to Indian food, at a great place called Ustav. I never told either of them that one of my best friends is Indian and I've eaten with their family dozens of times. Ustav is good, maybe great, but not Indian food at the home of an Indian family good.

Anyway, it became kind of our place with both of them. When we left the hotel, with me leading the way, they were both talking about the great surprise they had for each other.

They can both be somewhat dense. When we got to within sight of it, they both shouted.

"Ustav!" they said, and yes, that was the correct use of an exclamation point. The rest of the conversation went like this.

"You've been to Ustav? When? With whom? Jain. Jain? Yes, Jain," they said. Word for freaking word. Then they turned to me and I just stared at them. Then I raised my eyebrows.

And LD softly said "jinx".

Which is how I got to watch them make out, in front of Ustav. We all went in and the entire crowd shouted "Jain". It needed one, but I held off.

I said they had both thought they introduced me to Indian food. I didn't say those were the only times I had been to Ustav. I know the train schedule.

We went through the buffet and just loaded our plates and sat down. They looked at our plates and both said it.

"We'll need to go to the gym," they said. I said it right along with them.

I got jinx out first. They're predictable. Every single time.

"Well, we'll hold off on paying that one up," said Kali. I got up and sat on her lap facing her.

"You sure about that?" I said. She was not. Sure about that. She kissed me. I am not sure I was clear.

It was quite a kiss.

Then I sat on LD's lap.

A very competitive kiss. With more tongue.

Not a bad thing, right?

We finally enjoyed the heck out of our lunch. I wasn't sure I had the nerve, but they waited for eleven years. Did I mention that they met in the hospital waiting room when my mom gave birth to me?

That will be a fun story for our engagement party. Engagement party. I can do this.

I got down on my knees, between them, and pulled out the three ring boxes and set them on the table. I opened up the one for Kali and the one for LD and held them both out.

"Will you both marry me?" I asked. Let's just say those first kisses were practice kisses. I slipped Kali's on first and the LD's. LD picked up the remaining box and opened it for Kali.

She put the ring on me. Yes, men's engagement rings. Fuck convention.

"I have to admit, Jessica picked them out for me," I said. They both laughed. Then they looked at each other and laughed again. Almost the same story. They regularly went to a small jeweler down in the district, lamenting that the other wasn't interested, and had both picked these rings.

I will not try to figure out how Jessica knew that. Jessica is clearly special. We had dessert, which we rarely do. To celebrate, I guess. I forgot to mention that when I stood back up, the entire restaurant gave us a standing ovation and the owner brought desserts on the house.

The world is changing.

"You know," said Kali. "You should find out if Jessica ever has an exception. You two spark pretty hard."

"Did you just tell our fiancé to be with another woman?" asked LD. Oh. Really?

"Yes, I did," said Kali, with a smirk.

"Good," said LD. "I saw the spark too. Maybe we can watch."

Why yes they can. Somehow I suspect Jessica would like that.

I know I would.

I'm meeting royalty!

This is Jain. So far, this new existence has been pretty damn good. Hamilton was transformative. So was all the fucking. Our engagement happened. We're on our way to Hamilton again, but joining a small group in a private balcony. We don't exactly know who yet, but apparently it includes Mom and Dad, and everyone is expecting them to join us in our hotel suite.

I'm good with that. Dad's a stud and I am hopeful I grow up to be just like him.

Mom is freaking hot. Seriously hot. Trim, athletic, pert B cups that are never in a bra at home. She's partial to tight white t-shirts. I have got to ask her if she was doing that for me. I can't tell you how many jack off sessions involved imagining Mom's tits in a see-thru t-shirt.

Then again, I've seen Dad in a locker room and one time he got hard in the shower. Hot damn. My dad has a 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. I dream.

Darn. I realize now it was me that got him hard.

Tonight is going to be epic. We got there right on time and were escorted to our balcony. That's when we got to meet Bob, Erin, and Pari, plus Orlando, Grace, and Jessica. No Bill, just Jessica. I am in heaven. Not just because of Jessica. Mom and Dad were already there and clearly had met everyone. We chatted because we were a bit early, but that was perfect. Just then there was a knock on the door. Bob walked over and opened it.

OMG. It is Lin-Manuel Miranda. And he and Bob just hugged. He almost pushed Bob back in and shut the door and ran over to Grace. Hell, I edged over to listen. So did Jessica. She smells good. She does! Oops.

"Grace, my love," said Lin-Manuel. "You must save us. Our Mandy and her understudy have food poisoning. You must step into the role."

"OK," said Grace. OK? She fucking said OK?

"Listen," said Grace. "We can talk about it all after, but the show must go on. I don't know it perfectly, but I love the soundtrack and can sing all the correct songs. My voice will not be the same, but it is what it is."

"Use your bathroom voice," said Orlando. Grace laughed.

"No," said Orlando. "Listen. You love this music. When you sing it in the shower, you let it all out. I love your singing voice, but you become the songs. Your voice is richer, and you know it. Use your bathroom voice." Grace looked thoughtful and then gave Orlando a kiss. Quite a freaking kiss.

"Let's go," said Grace, taking Lin-Manuel's hand. They opened the door just as someone knocked. They looked at Lin-Manuel and shook their head no.

Lin-Manuel turned.

"Come on Orlando," he said. "You're up too." Orlando didn't even respond. He just followed them out of the suite and then they were gone. The door opened again and in came Queen Amy and Ruby. I don't live under a rock. I know who they are. However, rock or not, in person they are more beautiful than you can believe. Then again, that applies to Pari too. And Erin. Especially Jessica. I might be enamored with Jessica. Which somehow got me a big smile from Jessica.

Amy, Erin, Pari, and Ruby all smiled and nodded. Jessica took my hand and squeezed it. I am confused but will just move on. They're dressed beautifully. Just stunning. And Jessica is holding my hand.

"We heard there were two free seats," said Ruby. She came in with Amy and they both sat down, and we had time for quick introductions.

I turned to Pari.

"How did they know in time to be here?" I asked. Pari smiled and I damn near came in my pants.

"They just do," said Pari. "Sometimes I can do it a little too. For example, I predict you're going to fuck me tonight."

God I hope so.

"Me too," she said. "Me too."

"Me three," laughed Jessica. I also got a big smile. I have observed enough to know to just screw my eyes shut. I finally peeked and she laughed. Concentrate Jain.

"What's it like being in a relationship with both of them at your age?" I asked Pari.

"That's a good question, but not the most meaningful one," she said. "The better question is what is it like to fuck Amy and Bob."

I just waited her out and she laughed.

"It's pretty fucking awesome," she said. "You're fucking me tonight and your dad is too. At some point, Amy and Ruby both will fuck me with a strap-on and if you have enough in you, maybe you'll fuck me in the ass. I like it in the ass. After it is all done, I get to fall asleep between Bob and Amy."

Awesome doesn't begin to cover it.

"You got that right," said Pari.

"I won't be able to fall asleep with you tonight, given it is the night of your engagement," said Jessica. "But soon."

We had not told anyone of our engagement yet.

"I bought the rings doofus," said Jessica. Oh yeah.

The lights flashed and we all settled down and the curtain went up. I am between Pari and Jessica. Pari's hand just fell right onto my cock. Except what she found was Jessica's hand. Should I just resign myself to cumming in my pants?

"No," said Pari and Jessica. Which is how I found myself watching the curtains open while looking over them kissing. OK, mostly at them kissing. Luckily, they both sat up because I was close.

In an interesting twist, the opening scene is Grace and Orlando and they perform together. It kicks off the entire show and last night it was done to perfection. It is a powerful song and, I'll be honest, not right for Grace's voice. I have no doubt she'll be good, just maybe not great.

I was wrong. Dead wrong. Their performance was off the charts amazing. Their chemistry sizzled. I never doubted Orlando's voice for the role. It was Grace that was a revelation. Imagine a mix of Mariah Carey and Freddie Mercury. Grace's range. Grace's power. It blew me away. Clearly it did the audience too. As in at the end of the song, the entire theater rose to give them a standing ovation.

That's just not done.

OK, I admit I was clapping with the rest of them. The rest of the show was unbelievable. Imagine the best of the original cast and they're overshadowed by Grace and Orlando. The finale is almost the entire cast. I was so impressed because Grace and Orlando backed off. A lot. You could still hear their voices, but they were subtle and let others lead. It was perfect. Simply perfect.

I really want to go into theater.

"You should," said Jessica. "I think you'd be good at it."

"Yeah, you should," said Ruby. "Trust me."

Pari nodded.

"Did I mention that the lead in Billy Elliot also ate the same food?" said Ruby. "Tomorrow, be at the theater at 10."

"Sure, 10 am," I laughed.

They waited me out.

"Do you know the lines and cues?" asked Jessica.

I nodded.

"Can you sing all the songs?" asked Ruby.

I nodded.

"Do all the dancing?" asked Pari.

I nodded.

"10 am," said Pari.

I'm sure they will all be there laughing. Maybe we'll have lunch. In bed. They all three just laughed, quietly. How should I take that?

They didn't fucking believe me

Jesus Christ. I sang my little ass off, and the reviews doubted me. Grace here, but you probably figured that out. They said I was lip syncing. One reviewer from the Post was particularly vicious. I was going to make her publicly apologize. She was even on Broadway, although in minor parts. She's got an ego like none other. I've read her reviews before and she loves controversy.

So, I called her out. Publicly.

A sing off. Televised. For charity. We'd let the networks bid on it, but Sunday night. Prime time.

OK, I was a little full of myself to think it would work.

Until it worked. NBC's donation was going to be huge. The prime 9 pm slot. They would preempt the show that was scheduled.

I also put up a million dollars. If she won, she could pick the charity or keep it. If I won, she publicly apologized and I donated the million to The Juanita Fund.

I backed her into a tiny little corner. She wrote a column calling me a fake and a con artist. That one was pretty weird. I have access to literally unlimited funds.

So, I upped the $1 million to $10 million.

She wrote another column all about how as a journalist she couldn't accept. She probably shouldn't have done that, given her own paper had an article on the front page calling her out if she didn't do it.

Well golly.

I'd better pass the pen. That's not until Sunday.

They made me go to bed early

They're taking this prank pretty far. This is Jain. Ruby insisted that I had to be in bed by 10. Like I was going to miss the continuing fun.

So, she made everyone go to bed at 10. Everyone. Even Bob and Amy. With Pari, of course.

Good grief. I don't think she trusted me either because she climbed in bed with me.

Like that was going to help. Wait. Ruby is wearing pajamas. Freaking clothes.

This girl takes her pranks seriously. OK, we had a busy week. Of course Ruby didn't stay. LD and Kali joined me. Engagement, right?

I fell asleep instantly. I didn't wake up until almost 8 am. Alone. Just as I woke up, Ruby came back in, with Jessica. Jessica was not clothed. That seemed promising.

It was not. Well it was, in that Jessica dragged me into the bathroom and into the shower and scrubbed me within an inch of my life. But she made me wash the important parts.

"If I do, we'll be late," she said.

"We have two hours," I said, playing along.

"Exactly. Only two hours," said Jessica. "We'd be late. Tonight. You and me and Bill. That's your reward for an incredible performance. I'm counting on it."

This is just silly, but I played along. We got dressed and had a very nice breakfast. Eggs to order, cooked by a very nice looking young woman wearing only panties. Don't know why, but like the idea.

Finally, it was time to go and Ruby came out of the other bedroom, all dressed and shit. Damn. Just a simple wrap dress, but damn. Then again, Jessica is in the cutest little black romper, with a skort.

"You know your clothes," said Jessica, laughing.

The three of us took the elevator down and walked out through the lobby. They seemed to know where they were going, so I followed along. Eventually there would be some kind of a punchline and then I had a chance with Jessica.

More than two hours, right?

We walked up to the theater where Billy Elliott is playing and walked around the back to the stage entrance. Ruby knocked and it was immediately opened, and the two people swept me inside. Suddenly I found myself in my boxer shorts, getting makeup applied. This is really a lot of work for a joke. They dressed me in the actual outfit. I've seen the play on Broadway three times and watched the recorded show dozens of times. I love to sing and dance along. It's fun!

We got close to showtime and the opening scene is Billy, on stage, by himself. He sings his freaking heart out, while dancing an incredibly difficult dance. It sets the tone for the entire show. I'm freaking standing on the stage. There just must not be a matinee today. The curtain will go up and some family and friends will be there, and they'll laugh. I'll show them, I'll do the song.

The curtain went up and holy mother of god, the theater is packed.

Shit. It's not a freaking joke. Well, the show must go on.

I fucking put everything I had into that song. I really got into the spirit and the entire play just rolled along, with me actually doing the part. I convinced myself that they were all friends of the family and this was still a joke.

Or else I might have vomited on stage.

Grabbing the pen

I love this show. It is my favorite. I see it on Broadway all the time. I'll bet I've seen it 15 times.

Oh, this is Jessica.

I have never seen it done better. Seriously. Jain transformed into the character. He put everything he had into it and you could tell. By the end of the show, he had to be hurting. It's athletic as fuck and the pressure alone. Finally, the curtain came down, to the loudest applause I have ever heard in this theater. The curtain came back up to the entire cast and it was deafening.

I think everyone liked it.

Someone pushed Jain out front, by himself, and he looked a little lost.

Remember how loud I said it was. That was whisper quiet compared to the applause that Jain got. Loud, raucous, feet pounding, whistling. Everything you just don't do at a Broadway show.

OK, I might have been leading it a little.

It was fantastic. I led Kali, LD, and Ruby backstage. We're the only four that came. We didn't want to freak him out too much. Ruby's going to tell him that the actor that had played the part has chosen not to return.

Get it?

No I didn't make that happen

I didn't. He really did decide to stop. This is Ruby. We went backstage and the cast was just hugging the shit out of Jain. I heard one actress ask him about his previous acting experience.

"I've never acted in my life," said Jain. "I sing and dance to the video." The young woman laughed.

"Holy shit," she said. "You're serious. Welcome aboard. If that was your first time ever, I can't wait to see the next show."

Jain laughed.

"Yeah, well, this was the first and last," said Jain. "I was just helping out."

"About that," I said. "It seems like the part is open and yours if you want it."

I expected him to put up a fight.

"Sure," said Jain. "That would be awesome."

I like this kid. The entire cast went out for a late lunch and somehow we got swept along. OK, they might have figured out who Jessica and I are. We went to a nearby deli and basically took over the place. We were there all afternoon and Jain was clearly in his element. He was polite and respectful and asked everyone for coaching how he could improve. Finally, it was the first young actress that spoke to him that closed the conversation.

"Jain, just do what you're doing. It was incredible," she said.

Eventually it all wound down and everyone asked for their check. The waitress laughed and pointed at Jessica.

I knew that, because I tried to do it too and the very nice waitress told me Jessica already had.

I'm going to stop here, since the story is getting long, and almost none of it is about IBM. We'll come back to that. Jeez. I never even got around to telling the story of Carson and Kaitlynn.

Dad and Mom. Fucking amazing fucking. There.

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