The Call - Chapter 132 - Anderson is calling
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The new design studio

Can I just move in with both Chace and Walker? Oh, Caralyn can live with us for sure. I have been in Anderson, Indiana for two hours. One hour and fifty-eight minutes of that was in Chace's bed. With Chace. And Walker. And Caralyn. And Rocco. Safie told me to be extremely blunt. I had my first words prepared.

"I'm Mariell. You can introduce yourselves in bed. Lead the way," I said, right as I walked in the door. Oh, I'm Mariell, and I just said that. It is really out of character for me, but I am working on it.

They led the way. Dropping clothes as we went.

Oh, me too.

We swept into the room and I pointed at Chace. Yes, I can figure out which is which. He quickly laid back and Rocco and Walker swept me up between then and lowered me onto his cock.

I admit, that was cool. I also love cowgirl.

"Do you like DP?" asked Caralyn. I turned and she had Rocco and Walker standing right next to her, hard and waiting.

"Rocco in my ass," I said. "Walker in my mouth. We'll rotate and you can all try each hole."

Which we did, Caralyn and I took turns. Yes, six each.

Well that was fun.

Chace dragged me out of the bedroom, still dripping and naked, and down the hall into his home office. There was a small table and on it were plans.

"I can't wait any longer," said Chace. "This is my vision."

It is incredible. Both visually and as a working studio.

"Did you draw this by hand?" I asked and he laughed.

"Volume 14," said Chace, laughing. I think I love Chace. He got a quizzical look on his face and then acceptance.

Oh shit.

"You can read me?" I thought.

They all replied. I've never heard a jinx in my head before. They were generous enough to include me.

Lost another hour.

"Not sure why I'm here," I said. "Looks like your design is done."

"To approve it," said Chace. "You're the global lead designer."

I admit, I laughed.

"Yeah, no," I said. "I'm just a designer like you. I was just here to help. If you're done, which you are, you just build it. There are no approvals." Caralyn tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at her phone. It's my entry on the Dionysus website.

Which reads Global Lead Designer, Dionysus Auto Group.

"It's just a mistake. Human error," I said.

Somehow we celebrated. I am impressed with these men. Then again, Caralyn's got skills.

"I'd better get checked into my hotel," I said. They all laughed.

"This is the Hotel Indiana," said Caralyn. "You can cum, but you can never leave."

"I do like your rules better," I said, laughing.

"So do the sixteen people locked in our basement," said Caralyn.

They all waited, and then laughed.

"There aren't sixteen people in our basement," said Caralyn.

"Four, maybe five, tops," said Rocco.

I don't know if they're kidding, but for sex this good, I'll risk it.

"You fit in really well," said Chace, putting his arm around me. "The others will like you."

Huh?

Then they all laughed. Should I check if the doors are locked?

Nah. Chace is hard again.


My former principal

Well the superintendent of schools was a complete failure. We sent her off into early retirement pretty well-funded. She's in her thirties, so she's happy. I think she moved to Belize. She didn't understand our program. Oh, she got the sex. Non-stop. Barely showed up at her office quantity of sex.

That was a problem. She was really creepy, too. We don't accept creepy. Belize, you can have her.

No one was more disappointed than my principal. She was close to the superintendent. Share a cock, remember? But she was also more measured. Yes, she liked to play, including with me, but in normal human amounts. Hey, that's a pretty high threshold in Dionysus, so to go overboard took effort. Oh, this is Caralyn.

I offered her the job while we were doing the Golden Arches with a very large double-ended dildo. I offered it just as she started a monumental orgasm.

"I accept, but that was cruel," said Felicity. I'm not sure I ever shared her name. I like the name Felicity. Her oral skills are outstanding.

"Any thoughts on expansionnnnnnnnnn?" she added. That's what happens when you try to talk mid-orgasm.

"Maybe we should wait for the conversation," I said. I kind of had to rush it out because I just exploded.

"Yes, expansion," I said, when I was done panting.

The conversation was over because Rocco walked in. Not that it was secret from Rocco.

Not at all.

Rocco was naked and hard. We had other things to do. We do have a lot of sex.

I'm OK with that.


My idea was conceptually simple

But not as simple in real life. I think I have worked my way through all the issues though, one of which was we had to be able to install the whole thing quickly. This is Rocco. You see, my idea was to add flying to retrofitted cars. Cool, huh? My challenge was balance. The retrofit was to replace the engine. That's usually at one end of the car, primarily the front. My first prototype worked, in that it flew, but it did it pointed to the sky and was a little unnerving. I was forced to get coaching from an expert in the field.

Nan. Nan came to visit. Nan is fun. We do have a lot of sex, don't we? Damn. Nan. One-on-one. Until I wore out. Then I found a couple more.

You would have too.

Back to the topic at hand, her solution was to use two antigrav units. On at the front of the retrofit and one at the back. Then the computer could control the strength of each to level the car.

"That's perfect," I said. "But that will add to the cost."

"Not that much. We can mass produce an antigrav device that size for under $3," said Nan. Yeah, I stared at her.

"Three dollars," I said, and she laughed. And blew me. Not sure why we got to that, but I got hard. Nan, you know. OK, she didn't to completion, because she pushed me back and climbed on board. She explained the manufacturing techniques to me while bouncing on my cock.

I like our engineering meetings. A lot.

We finally got out of bed and had dinner. I needed dinner. Badly. Food. Sustenance. Nan sucked my life force out.

Kind of literally.

"You know," said Nan. "To get the programming right, we need the expert." She pulled out her phone and typed for a bit.

"They'll be here by dessert," said Nan, and she started to eat again. Every time I asked who, she shook her head no and laughed. I asked a lot, which meant she laughed a lot.

I like her laugh.

She was right, because just as we got to dessert, someone joined us. I know I stared. I was in a bit of shock.

Rylee. She'd invited Rylee. Rylee had brought her most prominent programming partner.

King Bob.

I know I swooned.

The food helped me recover, too. Now, Nan and Bob couldn't, but Rylee and I were the perfect age for them both. Wore me out again. Wore Bob out, too.

A couple of which went in my ass. I'm flexible that way.


Did I tell you I lost

One guy wouldn't fuck me. Shoot, I have to catch you up. At the meeting with church leaders about schools. I said I could seduce them all. I missed one. So Pari won. This is Caralyn. I decided to play it straight, so to speak, and try my best and I did. I got down to one freaking guy. He was absolutely convinced he was gay. The funny thing is less than 48 hours later I took his virginity. At least with girl. No I didn't stalk him. He reached out and asked me if we could have coffee.

He had developed feelings. Not to me specifically. To my gender.

It was my education obligation, right? The fact that Mich is 22 and a freaking God didn't have anything to do with it.

The 11-inch (28 cm) cock was sure a bonus. We both understand this is just sex, but we like it. A lot. Did I mention the thick, uncut 11-inch (28 cm) cock? I think I did.

That's all well and good, but I owed Pari a weekend as her sub. I thought she'd come stay with my family. You know. Us two girls with three nice cocks.

That was not what happened. She took me to the original Gamma, on Eros. She did repeatedly tell me that I could say no to anything or stop at any time.

Why in the fuck would I do that? I told her that, and the gleam in her eye told me she was taking it as a challenge. I like challenges. I'd read about gangbangs. Oh I'd do a gangbang.

I did a gangbang.

Not at the resort. At Bob and Amy's house.

Now that was a gangbang.

It started with Walker and ended with Chace. Ya gotta bring your family. Oh, Rocco was there too.

He called a gangbang too. He is versatile that way.


Danise presenting to the council

This is Danise. This is a long story, so you may not remember. I am the Chief Medical Officer of the Midwest schools. Yeah, promoted already so not just Anderson. What else did you expect from a powerful 14-year-old young woman?

Yeah, I have no clue why either. One day I'm an intern on a surgical floor and by that afternoon I'm the Chief Medical Officer of the Anderson schools. Now I have been promoted. I know that this is my first post, but I think that lets me take a one-time tangent. Let me go back to college. Before medical school. Two years ago. I was a smart kid. I always was. So was my best friend, Toby, who lived next door. It's a common story, at least in the industrial Midwest. Kids left home alone in the afternoon way too young. Could you trust them? Well, you could trust we were somewhere in the house fucking our brains out. It's funny, but we'd set our own age rules and they exactly matched the kingdom. Before the kingdom. Yeah, a couple of 4-year-olds working out their sex rules. Fast forward a bit, since I didn't mean to go back to Pre-K. I had a favorite teacher in elementary school. She went on to be the principal of my school and then took over the entire Anderson school district.

Felicity. When I was about to turn twelve, she scheduled a parent/teacher conference and asked them to bring me. She proceeded to tell them exactly why the Anderson school district was failing me. It wasn't their fault, which she pointed out, but no school system can properly help a student so out of bounds of the norm. She handed me an application form. To Harvard. Right behind it was a recommendation letter from Felicity and every single teacher I had since Kindergarten. I cried, just a little. She had a host family arranged in Cambridge. Massachusetts. Within two weeks, I had moved across the country. I'll come back to that story too, but remember, about two years ago. I didn't stay with them long, because Frida bought Harvard and I could move into the dorms. Which I did. Which I loved. Hey, not to be immodest, but I was 12, had little budding breasts, and loved to fuck everybody. Everybody. "Hi, thanks for working so hard to help us," I'd say, to a random person that worked on campus. "If you'd like, we could head back to my dorm room and I could thank you more intimately."

I'm not saying I did it a lot, but when I went for walks, various people that worked on campus would line my path. Which turned out to be a good idea, because I started to pick someone every day. Sometimes twice a day.

Sometimes three or more times.

One more little tangent. My favorite day was a snow day. Classes were cancelled. The Mayor asked everyone to stay home. It was ugly. I realized I needed something from the lab and got all bundled up. I walked out the front door of the dorm and started trying to push my way through almost two feet of snow. I made it about ten feet before I realized I was approaching one of the campus cops, standing there, all bundled up. Along my route. He smiled and all I could see was teeth. Everything else was covered. A little bit of his eyes. I walked up if you could call that walking.

"Please tell me you were not waiting for me," I said, which in retrospect was incredibly conceited, but he laughed and replied.

"Well, I look at it this way. I have to be out in this weather and it sucks. Badly. I figured that if I wore a path near where you might walk, at least my shift would go faster with hope. If you didn't come out, I'd done my job. If you did, then maybe, just maybe my odds were higher given I am the only idiot out here," he said. "My name is Brighton." He stuck out a gloved hand, but that wasn't going to work, so we ended up with a high-five and both laughing.

I guess I didn't need my notebook that bad. I tried to turn him around go back inside, but he wouldn't.

"I am ever so hopeful that your invitation will still be there in 35 minutes, but for now, I am on shift. Happy to chat. Happy to help you get wherever you were going, but I have to work," said Brighton.

I am pretty confident that was the moment I fell in love with a tall, slim, elegant black guy with amazing skills and a very nice 10-inch (25.5 cm) BBC.

I didn't know any of that yet, of course. He looked like the Michelin man right now and I didn't care. Hell at this point, I didn't even know he was black. Didn't care. Don't care. Love him.

He cemented my opinion by bullying his way through the snow all the way to my lab. I just walked along in the path he cleared, easy as anything. It took us 29 minutes. I waited outside with him. It was cold. We tried kissing once, but our lips froze together a bit and we had to kind of spit on each other to get apart. That's weird. Let me go on.

There is a bed in my lab.

That's when I learned so much more. I will finish with a bit of humor. We fell sound asleep. Shortly after, the sun came out and the temperature spiked and the school was reopened.

We had slept through the night. The first class in the lab found us, asleep on top of the covers, naked and covered with a bit of everything. Three of them were employees that I had not yet met. They treated Brighton like royalty. I've seen our version of royalty. I wasn't sure how to take it, but then realized they wanted me too, so I guess it was a compliment.

I tested that theory right then and there, with an audience. I guess I took this tangent a little too far. I will mention that my husband, Brighton, is a captain on the local police force. In Anderson.

I will drag this forward to the current day. Our team's findings were complete and ready to publish. It was peer reviewed by three leading scientists across the dimension of childhood development. All three were chosen, by me, because of their complete distaste for our theories and their nearly rabid and outspoken animosity.

You think I am kidding. I trusted the science. I trusted the scientific community. They struggled with their review, but they all three wrote one that supported all of our research. We gave them access to kids to interview and I was one of the interviews. Think that one through. I'm 14. I went from middle school to this role in less than two years. What really threw them was I arranged to take them on a tour of a high school in the absolute worst part of Los Angeles. Or what used to be the worst part.

It has changed. Ruby and Miguell. Ruby and Miguell were our pilots and hosts. All three researchers clearly knew Miguell's past, and yet were all comfortable that he was our pilot and Ruby was sitting in the back with us. We landed the plane in the back of the school parking lot. I expected the school to empty to see the plane, but no one came out. Ruby noticed.

"You were expecting them to all rush out to see the space plane, I am sure," said Ruby. "None would. They are at school, learning. They are here for a reason, to improve their future, and that requires discipline which they have brought themselves. This school was the lowest ranked school in the State of California. Now it is both a high school and an accredited university in the University of California system. Students ages range from 2 to 93. All students are welcome. All work together."

"Before we go in, are there any questions?" asked Miguell.

"She mentioned a 2-year-old student. We were under the impression this school started in ninth grade," said Pratt.

"It does start in the ninth grade, although our youngest student is 2 and she is no longer in high school. She's in the pre-med program," said Miguell.

"Now that's just not possible," said Vihaan. "This is all just bullshit. Staged."

"We have arranged blanket permission for anyone on campus to speak to you. All students and staff. Parent volunteers. Anyone you want. You see someone that intrigues you, walk into the class and ask them to come out into the hall with you. Split up if you want so you can interview more people. If you find someone of enough interest, ask the person to whom you are talking to summon your colleagues. When they do, I ask you to remember your non-disclosure agreements. You will see and experience things that are not documented in the research study but will go beyond the study in supporting the results," said Miguell. With that, he turned towards the school and we all started walking. Ruby did not walk. Ruby flew. To the front door. Just Ruby. Looking all Supergirl and shit.

Miguell did not even break stride.

"If that is something that you cannot keep to yourself, please tell us. We will be happy to take you home. If you can honor your NDA, then that demonstration does not even scratch the surface of what you will see," said Miguell. He cemented the point by continuing to walk. About a foot above the pavement.

I tried to not laugh, given I could do all those things too. They were going to interview me, remember? We got inside and Miguell landed before going in. He'd bump his head if he didn't. Ask me how I know.

We went into the office and they had assigned a guide for us. Elicia. Elicia is right at three feet tall. A little tall for a 2-year-old. Bring out the outliers, and she is, but only because we were not here earlier. If Dionysus had been, all of these kids would have started at that age, including Miguell. Especially Miguell.

Elicia has a future as a tour guide. She told us about the history of the school, the transformation to the new school system, and her own personal experiences. Low-key and not pushy and just conversationally, if the 2-year-old girl you were talking to had a vocabulary up to and through pre-med. Something finally dawned on me and I stopped the group and looked at Elicia.

"You could pass the boards right now, couldn't you?" I asked and Elicia laughed.

"Sure, but that's a little out of order," said Elicia. All three scientists just looked at her. I turned to Ruby.

"There is a test starting in fifteen minutes. She'll miss a little, but it won't matter. She won't need much of the time. Get her in it. I'll explain while you do," I said. Remember, at this point I was in Dionysus Harvard Medical School, although not that long ago. I turned back to Elicia.

"You don't need to graduate to take the boards. There are limitations in how you can practice, and you don't want that, so you'll still finish school. Passing the boards lets you accelerate. You will be able to do surgical procedures that your classmates can only observe. It will be huge. I will be your roommate at Harvard," I said. Yes, I would. No, it wouldn't be intrusive. She can watch.

Ruby came over and reached down and picked up Elicia. She started to fly away, and we heard Elicia.

"Put me down. I can freaking fly just fine," shouted Elicia. Ruby stopped quickly and set her down and then the two of them flew down the hall. Above the crowd. I later found out that the high ceilings in this school were well-used. The bell rang and more people flew than walked.

The three researchers just stood there and watched.

"How did we get into a Harry Potter movie?" asked Pratt. "Unless this is an elaborate prank, whatever the hell you're doing is working. I looked at those kids. Your median age is under 10. For high school and college. In this community and I do not mean that with disrespect, just a researcher's pragmatism."

"8. The data is a little old. Our median age here is 8," said Ruby, who was already back. We spent about an hour and they did short interviews of about a dozen people. We have one student that comes to school every day in a suit, with a sweater, a bow tie, and a hat. A very 19-something vibe. Herman. He is 93 years old and in the pre-med program. He's also in a study we are doing on aging. He actually propositioned Vihaan and Pratt. Together. One man, one woman. Didn't I mention Pratt is female? Vihaan actually laughed and mentioned if only they had a place. Herman looked at me and I smiled and nodded my head yes. Herman is our new tour guide.

Herman took us on the tour of the wrestling rooms. I am not stupid. I was Herman's third. Vihaan, Pratt, then me. I offered to go first, but they wouldn't let me cut the line. We lost about two hours right then. Wore out Vihaan and Erik. Not Herman though. When we left, he was on his back and a young boy was just bouncing up and down. They were both quite blissful.

So our research passed peer review. That was abrupt. I didn't mean that the sex with the students was a trade. A quid pro quo as they say. They had no risk. No one would out them. We didn't spend much time touring detention and our other discipline areas because there were not any.

Elicia rode back to Boston with us. I'll come back to that.


Elicia

I guess I'll roll right into it. This is still Danise. As I said, Elicia flew back to Boston with us. Her parents were fine with it. They're pretty open-minded and support Elicia.

They are damn good fucks too. Hey, we met at the school.

Elicia watched. And took notes. And made a few recommendations. Elicia is truly adorable. Tall for her age, as I mentioned. The most beautiful copper colored skin. Dark hair. Thin. She is going to be a beautiful woman.

"I am already a beautiful woman," she said.

I stand corrected.

We got to campus late, with the time change but we weren't tired. Ruby came back to my apartment with us to help Elicia get settled. It's a big apartment, and for some reason I had a spare bedroom. The closet in that bedroom is now overflowing with clothes that are Elicia's size.

"Why do I have a spare bedroom?" I asked, of Ruby.

"Because you need it," said Ruby. Yeah, oddly, that makes sense. Ruby pulled me to the side while Elicia was checking out her room.

"Here's the deal. She's way too young, but she's precocious as hell. Make sure she has friends over to spend the night a lot. Age appropriate friends, up to 5 or so. Give them space and pretend you don't hear things," said Ruby. I admit I laughed.

"I'm the author of the study, remember?" I said, which made Ruby laugh.

"One more thing. I spoke to her parents and we agree on this. Elicia has a 5-year-old exception, but only with you, and only if you're comfortable with it," said Ruby. "That's all I am going to say and none of us want to know and it would never go in the journal. Don't tell me anything. It's not my business."

Something to ruminate on. We'll just leave it that Elicia's pace increased.

Then Ruby told me the exception applied to anyone at a sleepover.

I learned new things. I have no idea where they got all those spatulas.


Morgon won't take no

She won't. She's stubborn and adorable. I actually mean she is adorable when she is stubborn. She stands there, with her legs apart and her fists on her hips. Akimbo. Her arms akimbo. That is such an awesome word. Akimbo, akimbo, akimbo. This is Shelby.

Sorry. Akimbo. Just one last time.

Anyway, usually when she does this, she adopts a facial expression that she thinks is fierce.

Several things undermine her position. First, she is almost always naked. She is also tiny and adorable. Her face doesn't look fierce. She looks constipated.

But damn, she's sexy.

That's always my response. She throws her arms on her hips.

Akimbo.

Then I laugh. Then one of us goes and gets a double-ended dildo and we fuck. While we fuck she tells be what she is being stubborn about. Usually something I am being stubborn about.

If it isn't a big deal, we have a leisurely fuck, agree on a solution and get each other off.

It's the tough ones. The big ones. The digging our heels ones and those take a different path. We usually work it out, but by that point we are freaking pounding each other through orgasm after orgasm.

I'm pretty sure that sometimes she takes untenable positions just to get a good fuck. I figured it out one day when she declared the orange Cheeto the best president ever. She didn't have any arguments. She just laughed her way through orgasm after orgasm.

The next day I declared my allegiance to his presidency. We lost the entire afternoon. No, not to the fuck. That was less than an hour.

To a nap. Two days in a row just knocked us back. Mom found us still in bed, facing each other, dildo still inside, both snoring. It was dinner time, so she woke us up. It startled Morgon. She sat straight up, pulling out the dildo.

"Fuck Trump!" she shouted, then fell back down and back to sleep.

We let her sleep. Finally she needed to get up, so I sent Chip in to wake her up. Somehow that took almost an hour. Maybe he was just tired.

At least he is now.


I only have so many in me

Chip here. Sure, Shelby sent me in. I would have battled her for the opportunity. Morgon's adorable, funny, cute, and sexy as hell. Morgon had just spent the afternoon with my sister, which is a killer experience, but it would leave her wanting for something I could provide.

Cock. Morgon might be my sister's boss, but she's around a lot or we're at her place. Threesomes are fun, and we have a lot of them, but one-on-one with Morgon.

Yeah, go away Shelby. Admittedly a tough thing to say to Shelby, given all those same adjectives apply to her too.

I went in to wake her and she looked so cute. She was rolled up in a little ball on her side. I climbed in the bed and snuggled up behind her, spooning her. I could tell she was waking up, so let her wake up gently. She didn't say anything but reached behind her and positioned my cock.

Then she slid right on. We gently moved and I slid in and out. We used long strokes and I almost slipped out every time. That's such a great feeling for her because the head of my cock stretches her on every stroke. I used my hand to focus on her nipples, because she was working on her own clit. She didn't last and exploded. I stopped while she did and recovered a bit. Once she settled down, I started back up. We did this over and over. She could tell I was close because she pulled off and rolled over. She grabbed my cock and aimed it and she was just drenched with cum.

I felt an obligation to clean her up, but it also seemed like a fine time to have Shelby join us.

It turned out that Shelby did most of the cleanup. I was out of position, given I was fucking Shelby doggy-style. In the ass. Sometimes that is fun.

OK, that is always fun.


Baroness

Morgon is pushing me to post an entry about my visit to Dionysus to become Baroness Shelby. Come on. I can't make a post about myself.

"You can!" shouted Morgon. Yeah, she's reading as I type. She's being pretty nice and not at all stubborn. Me too.

I think stubborn might kill us. It would be our third day in a row.

No, I know it would kill us. I will preface this that they were punking me and punking me good, but I didn't know it at the time. Morgon told me I was going to be Baroness Shelby and there was a coronation ceremony this weekend at Bob and Amy's house. Now a party at their house wasn't new to me, but I sure hadn't been to a coronation.

No one had. It wasn't a thing.

Except for me. It turns out that I, early in my working with Morgon, had used the word coronation in regard to Dionysus. She, being Morgon, thought that was hilarious, but kept it to herself.

Except for sharing it with Bob. Who shared it with Amy. They ran so hard with it. They did research. The four youngest kids dove in to help. They took all the ancient customs and threw them completely out the window. Then they devised stranger and stranger things to put me through. I have it on good authority that they did almost all of it while laughing.

Although at one point the four youngest put on a show. I am sad that I missed that.

Really sad.

The first thing that happened was that Mia arrived. It's Tuesday. The ceremony is on Saturday. She arrived with Timmy. Personally. They took my measurements in incredible detail, with Timmy entering them all into an app in his phone.

Accuracy requires nudity. Mia and Timmy are both quite thoughtful and didn't want me to be embarrassed by being the only one that was nude.

Do you know how hard it was to not just push them onto the nearest couch?

Once they got all the measurements entered, Timmy cast his phone to the big screen TV. He pointed the camera at me, and there I was on the TV, gloriously naked.

OK, I admit, I looked pretty good. Suddenly I wasn't naked, at least on the TV. I was wearing the most beautiful suit, in a very light fabric, but as a suit. With a skirt, not pants. It was the palest pink that I had ever seen.

The me on the screen mimicked my movements.

"It is you," said Timmy. "It's augmented reality. Colby built it as a class project." He touched another button and my outfit changed. It was a classic little black cocktail dress design. Thin straps, a tight bodice, hanging loosely, but a little clingy.

Except it wasn't black. It was pale yellow and quite sheer. You could see everything sheer.

Timmy moaned, which led Mia to moan.

Which somehow sent me rocketing over. I loved that the me on the screen was now wearing a dress where the entire front was drenched.

And positively transparent.

Damn. Colby has quite the attention to detail.

Timmy put up the last choice, which was a simple t-shirt dress, with a small belt. It was tight against my breasts. The first picture the dress was navy blue and entire opaque. The dress started changing colors, lightening up. When we got close to the pastels, it started to become more sheer. Finally it ended with the dress being bright white and almost disappearing.

It. was. incredible.

"Now those were not all of the available colors," said Timmy. "The color choices are infinitely adjustable." He pulled up an app on his phone and showed me.

"So that's how I order the right color?" I asked. He looked at me and then you could see his understanding.

"No, no," he said. "There's only one dress. You can change the color while you're wearing it. You can even change it to be more of a skirt and blouse."

He hit a button and the me on the screen was wearing it with a royal blue skirt and the bright white top. In other words, a cute skirt and damn near topless.

Then he hit a few more buttons and the skirt was a very soft seafoam green.

Very light. As in now you could see all of me.

God, I liked it.

"Sold," I said.

"It will be here in roughly an hour for a fitting," said Timmy. "However can we fill the hour?"

I answered by dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth.

Come on. You would have too. I was really going to town, after ensuring that he had not cum yet today. We never want to waste one. While I was sucking, Mia was fingering me. Then she wasn't fingering me. She was fucking me with a surprisingly large dildo. I did know that dildo. It's my house, right? Somehow I ended up with Timmy's cum and Mia's squirt all over me. It was quite athletic. And glorious.

We were all lying close on an indoor lounge, naked and sticky, when the courier arrived. Even couriers don't bother with the doorbell here. The courier is adorable. He said his name was Folco and he was from Spain. He also proudly announced that he was 9. Given he made this announcement while he was undressing, we already had the hint.

Even more adorable naked. A nice 3-inch (8 cm) cock, which I was going to experience in several ways.

So were my new friends.

But first the dress.

No, first let's fuck. Where were my priorities!

Timmy and Mia did make me take a shower before I tried on the dress. Somehow that shower was with Folco and took a while. The dude has skills. Oral skills. Pretty damn good with that cock too.

The dress was amazing. It was so damn soft.

"This is the softest cotton I have ever felt," I said. Timmy laughed.

"It's a cotton/cashmere blend," said Timmy. "Blended with a material we don't source locally."

"Where do you get it from?" I asked. That got me a Timmy smile that pushed me through an orgasm.

Oh look. My dress looks just like it did in the app when I got it all wet by squirting. Timmy and Mia laughed.

"Bring up the app on your phone," said Timmy. I did and he showed me a button labeled clean.

And suddenly the dress was clean and dry. I just looked at them.

"It's not on the market yet," said Timmy. "But it is kind of cool."

"And pretty damn convenient given how often cum gets on my clothes," said Mia, laughing. "When I bother to wear clothes." Yes, that got a moan from Timmy and me.

"Come on," said Mia. "We need to get going. Your parents are already in Robertville."

"My parents?" I said, with a funny surprised tone. Well, I was.

"Yes, they've been staying with Bob and Amy for a few days," said Mia. Now that's just not possible.

"Bob and Amy wore clothes and no one fucked in public for days?" I said. Mia and Timmy just looked at each other. WTF. WTAF.

"You're being discrete. You're being discrete about my parents!" I shouted. Then I moaned.

Hey, they're damn sexy. Maybe this will calm Mom down. Timmy snorted. Then he held up his hands.

"Still can't say anything," said Timmy.

We flew over in Timmy's plane. It was early morning in Indiana, but mid-afternoon in Robertville. The big time zone jumps confused my body. I'll be up late tonight. Whatever will I find to do?

I was wearing the dress. I had not planned to and mentioned I didn't want to get it dirty. Which made Mia and Timmy laugh. Which made me laugh.

Which led to one more quick fuck. Which meant that when we landed in Robertville, I was squish squish. We landed at Bob and Amy's house. I am still stunned by it and I have been here several times. Today that wasn't what stunned me though.

Mom and Dad walked out to greet us. Naked. Mom was dripping cum down her leg and had a lot on her left breast. Dad clearly had cum and other juices on his cock and was dripping too. You can guess where he was dripping from.

"We saved it for you, dear," said Mom. "Squish squish." Who was this woman?

Apparently the woman now laying on the front lawn with her legs spread. Sure. I got on my knees over her. After all, I am squish squish too.

Mom went to town.

"Mmm. Timmy," said Mom. What! I lifted up a bit.

"Discretion, Mom," I said. She laughed.

"Oh I have his permission. I have all of their permission," said Mom.

All?

"All?" I said. "How many are we talking?"

"Oh I have no idea, Shelby," said Mom. "Do you, Cody?"

"It was count or fuck and I chose fuck," laughed Dad. "Fifty? A hundred? No more than two hundred. We've been here for four days. It is a bit of a blur."

No more than two hundred different cocks fucked my Mom in four days.

"Well if you're at the two hundred mark, I'm quite a bit higher," said Mom. "Heck, Shelby's cleaning out five loads from the last half hour."

Which meant I needed to get back to work. My new parents were fun. While I was cleaning out Mom, Dad slid in me. With permission, of course. You damn well know they had permission to do anything. Then again, I have all the boxes checked in the app.

We still had not made it off the front lawn.

We might never make it off the front lawn.

OK, OK, but only because Dad wore out. Now I should mention that my shock wasn't my playing with them. We didn't often, but we had. Not this spectacularly.

But a Bob and Amy level party?

We went inside and there was a fun group. Modest by Bob and Amy's standards. Maybe 30 people or so. I laughed when I realized that including Mom and Dad, I have been with everyone in the room. Every single one. Ruby and her quad. Gabe and his. Bob and Amy and all nine kids, plus, if they have them, their significant others. Grace and Valeria. Sophia, along with Elena and Nick. I already counted Luca with Gabe, Carlina, and Tegan.

Cassie. Karolina.

You get the idea. A damn fun group.

The thing is that many, no all, of them have clothes on. Why do they have clothes on?

"Because we're having dinner in Athens," said Amy. "To celebrate your coronation. The ceremony is about to begin."

Mia, Andres, and Valeria all had cameras. There were others scattered around and various people picked on up and took shots. Amy led me to the front of the room. They had arranged chairs for everyone else. There was a stool with a box on it.

"We are here for an auspicious occasion," said Amy. "Becoming a member of the royal family is rare and, we hope, an honor. The process is quite complex and begins with the royal robe and a speech by the honoree."

A speech. A fucking speech?

What the hell. I walked to the front and Amy helped me put on what looks suspiciously like a white terry cloth bathrobe. Given it smells vaguely like Bob, I'm guessing not a lot of work was put into the robe.

"OK, the bathrobe is a nice touch," I said. "Something makes me think it was a last minute addition to the plan. I've reached the point where I know you're punking me, but I can take a joke and I'm in Dionysus and the weekend is going to be amazing. Thanks to everyone!"

"Come here, Shelby," said Amy. "We'll just shorten the ceremony to a threesome."

Not so many clothes on now. Yes, a threesome with Bob and Amy. Then Pari joined in.

Then everyone else did. I like coronation ceremonies.

"Me too!" shouted, well, everyone in the room.

That took a while. We were late for dinner.

Finally we wore out and Amy got back up.

"I didn't finish my speech," said Amy. "While we started this party as a bit of a lark, the underlying feelings are genuine. Shelby, you are a wonderful addition to our family and have had such an impact on literally thousands of people. So while the coronation was intended to be funny, the actual Baroness title is real. Yeah, we know even that is a bit of a joke, but it is meaningful that we don't give them out lightly. The world takes the title seriously and we just wanted you to know we all love and appreciate you."

Now I'm crying. Which got me a hug, pulled right into Amy's breasts.

We were a little late to dinner. Finally we were all dressed, and Jessica ran up to Amy with a box. Amy smiled and pulled a tiara out of the box.

"You at least have to wear the tiara to dinner," said Amy. So I wore the tiara to dinner. To my surprise, it got a lot of attention. Thankfully, no one told me until later that all the diamonds are real. They also insisted I take it with me.

I was home before I found out the diamonds alone were worth over $15 million.


Shelby is special

Yes, there was humor in the occasion, but Shelby is special, and she still doesn't quite get it. She's powerful in so many ways and will grow into it. Oh, this is Amy. We're off to dinner now and are taking Bob's new Midnight Express 60. He'd had it customized to not have cabins but have seating that would hold all of us. It is only a 15-mile run and was great fun. Wind in your hair and all that. We got to the marina and walked to the restaurant. A gorgeous day in Athens is so cool. I am Florida girl and have always loved the outdoors, but how the fuck did I end up in our custom 60-foot boat running from our island nation to have dinner in Athens.

Bob walked up and put his arm around me. Damn I love the man.

"Because it was your destiny," said Bob. "I can't explain it, but I believe it."

"Just look at this group," I said. "We're here to celebrate Shelby, which is well-deserved, but this is one hell of a group of people and we're almost the oldest. The world was wasting their most powerful resource. Kids."

That's when Pari walked up and hugged us both.

"You do know that all of us are just reacting to the opportunities you've given us, right?" said Pari. "I was a poor kid in the slums of Tehran, under authoritarian rule. A girl with literally no future other than as a wife and breeder."

Which is how we arrived at the marina all hugging. You're probably wondering who was piloting the boat.

That would be Jessica. And you're not surprised.

Dinner was great fun. Dessert was better.


More golf

Phary here. I'm off to the golf course with Cassiopeia. The rest of our foursome is Tony and Parker. Parker is Tony's girlfriend that he was convinced Cassiopeia didn't know anything about.

"I just hope I'm better at sneaking in and out of the house than the two of you are," said Cassiopeia. Tony and Parker turned crimson and we all laughed.

"You're a good looking guy and a gentleman, Dad," said Cassiopeia. "Why would I be against a girlfriend and a healthy sex life?"

"My little girl is all grown up," said Tony. Parker snorted and Cassiopeia glared at her but just for an instant. Tony didn't see it, but I did.

"Sounds like there is a story to tell," I thought to Cassiopeia.

"Yes but I'll let Parker share that," she thought back.

As we headed out to the first tee we passed the drink cart. It is Dallas in the summer. Cassiopeia and I walked over. All the carts had small ion powered refrigerators. Cassiopeia grabbed four beers for her dad and Parker and then picked two outstanding IPAs for herself. I did the same but a different two. I figured we would share. The cart girl looked at me and I nodded, and she made a quick note. No one would bother Cassiopeia about her purchases again.

We walked back and handed the beers to Tony and started to load ours into our cart.

"You're both too young for that," said Tony. "You'll get in trouble. How did you even buy it?"

"You're so sweet, Dad," said Cassiopeia.

"She is an adult. This is Dionysus. We won't serve anyone that is under 21 unless they hold a diplomatic passport and those are only available for the extended family."

"But Dad and I both have diplomatic passports," said Cassiopeia.

"Yes you do," I said.

Parker figured it out first.

"How do I get a diplomatic passport and become part of the extended family?" asked Parker, with a laugh.

"The easiest way is to marry Tony. Or Cassiopeia. Or both," I said.

"Both?" asked all three at once. Parker got "jinx" out first. Oh they were paying that off, but I'll bet in private. Not even together. Oh. It is a quiet, secluded part of the golf course. Tony went in for a kiss with Parker and it was passionate and included a significant amount of groping and rubbing. Finally they came up for air.

"I guess that's out in the open now," I said. "Literally." All three of them stood there and you could see the gears turning. Finally Cassiopeia took the initiative and leaned in for just as passionate a kiss with Parker. It was a good thing it was a quiet afternoon, because Tony and I watched Parker and Cassiopeia get each other off. Oh the kissing was good, but I think the fingers in the panties made a bigger difference. Finally they came up for air. There should have been one more, but maybe not quite yet. In public. Yet.

Parker grabbed Cassiopeia's hand and led her over to her dad.

"We're not quite done yet," said Parker, in a gutteral moan. Which is how we watched Tony get Cassiopeia off again. I did feel bad for Tony though. He had to finish the round with cum filled shorts. OK, maybe not that sorry.

"What about me?" I said. They damn near attacked me. Oh yeah, over and over. Finally we got back to golf, but more was in our future. Fuck yeah, as they say.

"How about a little wager?" said Cassiopeia. "Phary and me against you two."

"Didn't you say this was Phary's second round ever? You know we are both scratch golfers. Even with her handicap you have no chance," said Parker.

"OK then we will play without handicaps," I said. I just got stared at. Hey what's the worst if we lost?

Given the looks I was getting I was starting to understand a little better what they wanted to bet. I was confused about how familiar all three of them were, but they were hiding dating. Parker wasn't new to Cassiopeia.

"She's my golf coach," thought Cassiopeia. "I simply love that they're together."

Oh good. I was pretty confident that win or lose we were, as a group, going to learn more about each other. Ya cum together on the golf course and shit happens.

The front 9 was super competitive. We got to the green and Tony and Parker putted out and so did Cassiopeia. If I made my shot we went into the back nine with a one stroke lead.

"Let's do a little side bet on my putt," I said. "Double or nothing on our bet." Whatever it is. They all gasped.

"No cheating," thought Cassiopeia to me. I assured her I wasn't. They took the bet. After all it was a 45 foot downhill putt with two breaks. No make that three breaks. I quickly did the math. Golf is all about math. Club velocity. Pitch. Club choice. Wind. If you factor all those things in you can really improve your game.

I sunk the putt. Did you doubt me? We took a short break and refilled our coolers. This time it was Gatorade. We were melting.

It is too bad we don't have personal air conditioners.

Wait. Could we have personal air conditioners?

I'll take away the suspense. Not about the air conditioners. Tony and Parker both had fabulous rounds. Parker edged him out with a 70 to his 72.

Cassiopeia beat me, which was no surprise, but I beat both of them. She shot a 68 to my 69.

We were sitting in the 19th hole bar enjoying one hell of a bottle of wine. Actually two. We had a red from southern France and an incredible white from Thailand. Tony and Parker didn't even comment. We sat there for hours just chatting with each other and anyone that dropped by. The daily scores had been posted and no one was bashful about pointing out Cassiopeia and me. Lots of congratulations and many comments on the wines. A lot of wine aficionados here. Anyone that asked got a glass. I think I wiped out their stock of a solid dozen good wines.

Why not? We golfers are a friendly lot. I did love the fact that so many of the adults were playing with their kids. All the kids went to DDU so Cassiopeia was meeting a lot of people with whom she would have school. One twosome stuck around for a long time and we all hit it off. Dinner rolled around so we invited them to go with us. It was a mother-son pair. The mom is Calista, and the son is Champ. Where do they come up with names? He is 12 years old and just learning the game. His mom was an occasional golfer, but they clearly were bonding through golf. She is a single mom and a teacher at the school. Employees got free greens fees. Cassiopeia would have too except for the NCAA. That wasn't an issue anymore.

"How long have the two of you been playing golf?" asked Calista. "Those are some pretty spectacular rounds." Cassiopeia snorted. So did Parker.

"I've been playing since I was two," said Cassiopeia.

"What about you Phary?" asked Champ. "Have you been playing that long?" This time Tony snorted.

"No I haven't been playing nearly that long," I said. Now all three of them snorted.

"She took up the game yesterday," said Cassiopeia. "This is her second round ever. She shot a 79 yesterday in her first game ever. I figure she will knock 10 shots a day off."

"Only if I cheat," I thought to Cassiopeia.

"I don't think you need to cheat," she thought back. Tomorrow I'd show her a hole in one. On a par 5.

"Your powers are that strong?" she thought.

"Yes but we don't read people without permission," I thought.

"Sorry. I'm new to it," said Cassiopeia. "That seems like a fair rule. Do you have any more powers? This one is new to me."

"One particularly fun one. Do I have your permission to show you?" I thought.

"Sure," thought Cassiopeia

I hit her pretty hard. I'm sure everyone at the table wondered why she was mewing. Not me. I knew. Oh, so did Champ. Interesting.

"Wow," she thought. Yep. Wow.

It was approaching dinner time, at least by American standards, so I invited everyone to dinner.

"Thank you, but we can't," said Calista. "We need to get home."

"Mom, no we don't, and you know it," said Champ. "We don't need to go back to our apartment and have mac and cheese again. I'm pretty sure Phary meant she would treat. If she didn't, I apologize, and we'll go."

"I absolutely was offering to treat, but I need a minute," I said. I got up and held my hand out to Calista. She took it and I led her away to an empty corner of the room. By the time we got there, she was crying. They shouldn't be eating mac and cheese on what we pay teachers. Or living in an apartment.

We sat at a small table. The waitress headed our way and I just shook my head and she turned around. She got it. All women get it. I waited until she started to slow her crying a bit and handed her a napkin. A very nice cloth napkin. Her eyes got big and I just nodded. She actually gave me a wan smile and wiped her face and blew her nose.

"Spill it," I said. Ah shit the story sucked. Her husband and her parents, not his, were in a traffic accident. Her husband and her father were killed instantly. Her mother was in an extended care home but would never recover. Texas wouldn't allow her to do the humane thing and disconnect her from life support.

Fucking Republicans. I knew Chris was targeting Texas in the next election and she should.

It turned out that it was completely wiping her out of money. The care facility was demanding that she pay or, as they put it, they would wheel her mom to the street and leave her.

That was going to cost them. Personally. Whatever it takes, I will punish them. I may be small, but I am mighty.

"Calista," I said. "Someone on the school organization owes you a heartfelt apology. I am so sorry. So, so, sorry for your loss, but I can help now. There is a program that covers all medical costs. You know that. Somehow they did not properly explain that this included not just your child, but your parents and your husband's parents. I will have it corrected today and all debts paid and anything that you already paid will be entirely refunded to you."

OK, we didn't have any such program, but we should, so now we do. Calista was crying a bit, so I sent a quick text to Pari explaining the program and I needed to use it immediately. She immediately agreed and would send an email to all campuses reinforcing the program and apologizing for not making it clearer.

She'd take a little reputation hit for me, and I appreciated it. The other thing I appreciated was she didn't ask a single question. She immediately agreed and shared my embarrassment for not thinking of it. Of course, it was really only needed in the US. Everywhere else had universal healthcare.

"Hey, what do you think about just making everyone that works for us a dual citizen on their six-month anniversary?" thought Pari, back to me.

"Why are you asking me?" I said.

"Because you run HR globally for all our schools," she replied. Shit. She's using the your idea rule. It's a stretch, but it is one of the things I'm studying. I'll have to decide if I say no.

Oh who am I kidding. I'll say yes. When someone needs help...

"What about Christina?" I asked.

"Splitting it. She keeps retail, you take schools," said Pari. "You can work around your project. Heck, buy more."

Back to Calista. She was calming down and actually smiling this time.

"I have to ask one more truly difficult question," I said. "I can have your mother transported to Dionysus. We do allow you to make decisions for your mother and will have someone with you through the entire process."

"How can you do that? They won't release her," said Calista.

"Yes, they will," I said. "We will make her a dual citizen. They cannot deny a Dionysus citizen the respect that they deserve."

"What if they just say no?" she said.

"Well, it won't get there, but we would still succeed," I said. "We don't lose." I don't think she understood the meaning. We'd bring in troops. It could get ugly. There was a simpler solution though, and Pari let me know she had already done it while we were still talking.

She bought the care facility. Oh fuck I was going to have fun. The situation sucked but remember what I said.

Punish.


After dinner fun delayed

I felt bad, but this was a situation that couldn't wait. I sent Cassiopeia home with Tony and Parker. I suspect they had quite a night. I'll let them tell the story if they want to do so. Yes, I made sure that Cassiopeia's house is now a consulate. Duh.

Calista and I had places to go and situations to fix. Calista wanted Champ to go home. A strong young man? Yeah, that didn't happen. We were headed over to the care facility. We were going to cause some trouble. They didn't know I had bought it or that it was now legally Dionysus. The interesting thing about a consulate is that you can choose to let the local legal system deal with a situation at your consulate. If that doesn't go like you expect, you can still charge them under Dionysus law. Don't have an appropriate law? Well then freaking make one up.

And I fucking would if I had to.

By the time we got there, a small defense force team was positioned. Yes, it is a Zeta fast response team, but we didn't expect any trouble. I'd gone to Chris and there were also four FBI agents. The two groups were together in a large, disguised van and ready to move in. Are you surprised by the cooperation? Not me. Things had changed for the better.

Calista and Champ were going to go for a visit. I was tagging along. I was confident they would completely ignore me. I'm small, I'm female, and I am Asian. Dark Asian. The trifecta of things that an asshole in Texas would ignore, or worse. I was also the one that was wired. If anything went down, guess what, they'd ignore me some more.

We went into the front door and asked to see her mom. The desk clerk was a dick. She was. Just rude. It was clear that actually having to do her job annoyed her. Then it got worse. Some dude came up in a suit. I learned that he was the assistant director. How did I learn?

Champ thought it to me. There were some interesting kids here.

"You may not see your mother until your bill is paid in full," he said.

"We both know that is not legal," said Calista. The dude laughed. We needed to escalate a little because we needed the facility director to show up. Calista was very polite. Overly polite.

But firm.

"That's not possible anyway," she said. "I worked out all the details with the director." That got quite a leer from the assistant director. Calista had already told me that both men had offered to let her work off the debt. They had implied Champ could work it off faster. Yeah, scum.

He turned and nodded to the desk clerk. She picked up the phone. That was a positive sign. It didn't take long, surprisingly, for the director to emerge. In a suit. Who are these people?

He started in on Calista in words of which my momma would not approve. Calista was calm and collected and polite. How I don't know.

That's when I realized I needed an entire team here tonight. I didn't know who to trust. I didn't know who would get vindictive to the patients. I couldn't risk it. It was late, which meant the middle of the night in Dionysus, but I communicated with the only person both powerful enough and knowledgeable enough to help.

Amy. Nurse Amy. She let me know she was on it. No, I didn't have to text. That's why I needed someone powerful.

It was getting worse and suddenly there was a woman on a stretcher wheeled into the lobby.

"What are you doing with Grandma?" shouted Champ. He overacted a bit, but that was OK. The two men took her stretcher and wheeled her out the front door. They got her out about 20 feet and then turned to us. Both men gave us the most disgusting up/down looks I have ever seen. Openly leering. Clearly hard. Disgusting.

"Let's fix this together," said the director. "We'll go back inside to my office while the team gets you comfortable. We'll both fuck you and consider that a payment. We can work out the payment plan from there."

"All of you," said the assistant director. "I particularly want to fuck the boy. The little Asian chick is just a bonus." They both laughed.

"Yeah, me too," said the director. He turned and whispered to his partner in this shitstorm. I didn't hear him, but the mic did. We later played it in court.

What he said was: "I hate Chinks. I'm going to fuck her in the ass so hard she'll bleed out her pussy."

The jury didn't like that, but I'll come back to it.

I waved my arm in the air, which got quizzical looks from both men. Our team and the FBI agents came up. The FBI team announced themselves and put them in cuffs, just as the local Dallas PD showed up. Our team watched but wasn't involved. We didn't want to contaminate the situation. As they were being led off, Amy messaged me.

"Sounds like we can land now," thought Amy. "Is it OK?"

"Sure, but what do you mean sounds like?" I thought.

"I'll teach you," said Amy. "I can connect to you and listen right along with you. I don't normally do it without permission, but I was afraid you would react."

Yeah, I probably would have. That's a little freaky. An E-111 floated down from the sky into the parking lot and just started unloading people, all in uniform. Doctors, nurses, cleaning crews. Everything to run a care home. Everyone to run a care home. With Amy in the lead.

In a nurse's uniform. She walked up to us and freaking saluted.

"Team reporting for duty," she said, with a smile.

She walked over to Calista and Champ.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "That was inappropriate. I have a team here to transport you back to Amyville to our hospice center." Just then Bob walked up. Dressed in Khakis and a DDU school polo. He was even wearing a blue blazer.

Bob. In a blazer.

I think it took Bob walking up for them to realize exactly who they were. Amy in a nurse's uniform is spectacular, but she really looked the part. Which she is, of course.

"Bob will travel back with the two of you and your mother and get you settled." Kaia walked up then and took charge.

"Kaia will lead the team," said Amy. Kaia took the moment to introduce herself as the director of the hospice. That's technically true, but she also ran the entire medical system on the main four islands. Amy brought in the big guns.

All of these people looked so fucking sexy in their medical uniforms. I was having a theme party. OK, a bit off-topic, but...

Amy turned to me.

"Go with them," said Amy. "I got this."

I followed a complete team who took control of the stretcher. They wheeled it up the ramp and had removed seats to accommodate her.


Kaia's got this

I'm going to follow the bad guys. Literally. Kaia has this.

This is Amy.

No one is going to fuck around. I didn't tell Phary that the prior owners had some pull. We'd had to overpay to get it, but we didn't care, because they were going down too, along with a chunk of Dallas officials.

Just wait. Georgio had texted me where they were going. Georgio is the leader of the Zeta team. Hmm. The Zeta team would be done with their job shortly.

I might have to have a sleepover with the Zeta team. Now I'm wet. I have to go to the police department wet.

Well, it's not like I didn't do almost everything wet.

The crew had backed my car off the plane. It was a Mercedes-Maybach limo. Complete with a driver. My driver was Blake.

Who is also an attorney. Our Attorney General, in fact. This let him be a little more incognito.

Not something I can do anymore. I needed a fawning assistant too, and it had to be an adult. I'd gone big on that request.

I'd brought Amai.

I got into the back of the car and Amai had different clothes ready for me. I laughed because Blake left the partition down. He turned around and looked into the back.

"You had to know I'd watch," he said. "Later we'll play. I already invited the Zeta team." Well played. It was cramped, but I managed to do a nice little striptease for both of them. Blake didn't see the end because he got us up in the air. We wanted to get there first, which meant we had to move. We would make it, because the car was taking them to Balch Springs, which had a tiny police office and was on the other side of the Dallas. That seemed a touch suspicious, now doesn't it.

Speaking of the Zeta team, they were meeting us there. This was going to get seriously ugly. The crime was on our property. We had every right to demand the prisoners.

And we might.

The police department was in a strip mall, between a Subway and a pawn shop. I'm guessing it wasn't the Dallas police headquarters. The Zeta team parked around back, behind the pawn shop, just in case.

We parked on the other side of the Subway. And waited.

Finally the police car drove in. Four men got out, laughing and chatting with each other.

Two of them were the director and assistant director. No cuffs. Nothing.

Ah shit.

Georgio and his team came around from the back in their non-descript beat up gray Chevy something. We know how to do this. Just before they got to the point to cross the parking lot to the police department, Blake pulled us up in front of them. Then he climbed over the seat.

"I need to get out with you," he said. "You need your AG, not a driver."

When he is right, he's right.

We got out and the cops stopped in their tracks. The dual dicks started laughing.

"And you thought you could do something about it," said the director, laughing. Then he turned around and mooned us. That sight was burned into my eyeballs and not in a good way.

I twirled my hand in the air and the four men found themselves facing four of our troops with ion guns. I admit, they look like they're from a movie set. Three men, one woman, with Georgio in the lead.

Even the cops laughed at that part. The young female Zeta member turned and pointed her ion gun at their police car.

Which vanished.

She turned back with the gun pointed at them.

"I'd suggest you stop," she said, softly. All four men stared at her.

All four men were zip cuffed just as an E-82 floated down.

Oh boy. A space capable E-82.

We would take them somewhere.

I could tell you a lot more, but I have a Zeta team to fuck. Well, I do. In the end, Phary bought the entire care chain and fired damn near everyone. Are you surprised it is led by a woman now? Calista. It turned out she was a teacher, but her background was in gerontology.

I'm sorry for the circumstances and happy to help.

And a lot of us are gonna fuck tonight.

We were done, so off we went. We didn't need the POS Chevy anymore so Marinda vaporized it too. The team climbed in with us, except Marinda. She got in the front with Blake.

The cars do fly on autopilot, you know. We all knew we were going back to campus, to Phary's house. Calista was in Robertville and had insisted that Phary return home.

Which meant Phary invited Cassiopeia, Parker, and Tony to our fun.

Let's see. We're missing two the team members. Armando and JJ. Armando is from Rome. He's at least 6'5", with a muscular chest, and a 7-inch thick cock with which he is quite skilled. JJ you may remember because he is Jinn's son. About 5'4", thin, a 5-inch cock. Also skilled, I might add. Let me add in Georgio. He's only 5'8", but muscular and compact. He also sports an 11-inch (28 cm), thick uncut cock.

Dayum, as they say.

Then there is Marinda. I love this kid. Marinda is 10. She is hormonal, and bitchy, and powerful, and funny, and sexy. Sometimes all at the same time. It is a tough age for young women, and she was making it through quite well.

You might wonder how I know all this.

I attend the graduation of all of our Zeta teams. They're our elite.

You have to congratulate them for completing the program, right?

Did I mention that JJ is on his knees, in the limo, going down on me while Armando is fucking him in the ass? Let's not forget Georgio. Armando is blowing him.

We're having a great time. I did look in the front and Marinda smiled at me. She was sitting on Blake's lap, facing him, just bouncing away. On each upstroke, we saw her cute little puffies.

There wasn't a stitch of clothing on any of us. We're landing at Phary's house.

Who needs clothes?

Let me pick up the story there. I need to cum a few more times now. I'm going to pass the pen to Kaia.


These are such difficult times

Kaia here. We landed at the hospice on Eros. Yes, we have a hospice here. It is tied to the resort. If nothing else, our guests can watch. Some of them can do more. They're revered by the guest and staff, who do everything they can to make them comfortable and yes I mean everything. I certainly volunteer. So do most of the extended family. A lot of times it is just skin to skin contact. Something they may not have felt in a long time. Other times it is more.

Just last week I walked into a patient's room and there was Ruby, bouncing up and down on our resident's cock. She was mid-orgasm, and he was playing with her clit, so I'm pretty sure she found it acceptable. He had a smile on his face that I had never seen, and he had been with us for six weeks. He outlived every expectation. Finally they finished, but not before she coaxed two cums out of him. Maybe I had a hand in that. No, not a hand. I opened my white coat and leaned over and let him suck my nipple.

Which he was quite good at. Ruby and I came together, just as he did.

It seriously wore him out. We gave him a sponge bath and tucked him in, but he wanted a pen and some paper, which I found for him.

The nurse found him a few hours later. He had passed.

He had left a note for Ruby.

"Dearest Ruby," he began. "My last six weeks has been hell. I have lived a wonderful life, but my time on this earth is over. I didn't want to leave without telling you that you changed my life for the better. I was angry, and frustrated, and pissed off at the world and even at God. I don't know if I am at the Pearly Gates when you read this, or the opening to hell, or maybe there isn't anything, but wherever I am, I am at that door with a smile on my face. I was withered, dying old man and you chose to spend time with me, bringing me pleasure in my final hours. I knew tonight was my night. I go in peace and wish you long and prosperous life. Your friend, who is beholden to you. Mart."

Ruby was crying. What Mart didn't know was that Ruby was in one of our hospice centers a lot. I don't even know how she does it, but she's here. I'll bet she spends five or six nights a month, spooning one of our guests. Naked, of course.

She is special. It is not the first time I've seen her cry.


That was quite a ride

And I mean that in every way imaginable. Amy again. I have three loads in me. Is that squish, squish, squish? We landed and all walked inside, to find Cassiopeia, Parker, and Tony sitting at the kitchen table, having a glass of wine.

Fully clothed. Well, nothing I can do about it now. I walked right up and introduced myself. I'm pretty sure they knew who I was. I did laugh that Cassiopeia leaned over and wiped off a big glob of cum and sucked it off her finger. Parker looked a little shocked, but Tony was just beaming. I let the others introduced themselves while I dragged Cassiopeia over to a big lounge. I laid back and pointed at my pussy, which got me a big smile. She started to climb onto the lounge.

"Wait," I said in my stern Amy voice. It stops armies. Not really, but you get my point. She stopped and looked confused.

"Come from the other end," I said. "Naked." It took her about three seconds to figure out why. She looked over and Tony and Parker were still at the table. She waved them over and had them sit in nearby chairs.

Then she did a striptease for us all. Pari quickly joined in and they undressed each other, with lots of kisses. When they were finally naked, they were just pounding fingers into each other. Pari was damn near mauling Cassiopeia's nipples.

They exploded together. Pari laid on my left side and Cassiopeia laid on my right and Pari pointed at Tony and Parker and to the spot at the end of the lounge. By now everyone had gathered around.

Which is why we got to see Tony and Parker undress each other. Somehow Parker ended up with a load of Tony's cum all over her. Pari rearranged us all. The entire Zeta team too. I went from the very familiar, with Blake, to the knew a little bit with Georgio, JJ, and Armando, to the new to me Tony.

Quite a pleasant night. You caught that Pari joined us too? I love that girl.

Hmm. I really do love that girl. I don't quite get it all, but damn, Pari.

I'm out. I'm sure other stories came from this, but I'm wiped. I fell asleep with Marinda on one side and Pari on the other.

Pretty cum covered.


Done well

This is Phary. I'm with Calista and Champ. They had a lot to come to grips with, and I didn't rush them. Our time zones were a mess, so we didn't get up until about 1100. Nothing happened last night other than my giving them a little tour of their apartment in Bob and Amy's house and explaining that it was a consulate.

When I left, they both headed into the master bedroom. Good, they needed each other.

Right now, we're standing in a beautiful bedroom, with the entire wall open to the beach. You're thinking one of the royal's homes, but it is a hospice suite. A gentle, peaceful place to pass. Calista's mom, and Champ's grandmother, was lying in a bed, beautifully dressed, with her hair combed out and shining. She looked peaceful and sleeping. Kaia had replaced all the old school equipment with our modern medical devices and there was just one small tube leading out of her mouth. Calista nodded at Kaia and she slipped out the tube.

"It will only be a few minutes," said Kaia. "You can hold her hands of you want, but I am afraid she won't know it."

"But I will," said Champ, who walked over and took his Grandmother's hand. Calista hesitated and Champ saw it.

"You don't have to Mom," said Champ. "I know this is hard. I can do it for us both." Damn that is an amazing kid. Calista stood up straight and walked to the other side of the bed and took her Mom's hand. Calista held out her other hand to Champ and he took it and they just stood there quietly. After another minute or so, Kaia spoke.

"She's gone," said Kaia. I expected tears, but Calista and Champ seemed surprisingly peaceful. Champ realized we noticed.

"We shed all our tears," said Champ. "Grandma died months ago. We were just saying goodbye again. We'll miss her, but thankfully she isn't suffering anymore."

Calista just nodded and shed one tear.

We stepped out of the room, onto the beach, and the wall closed.

"It's beautiful here. Mom would have loved it. She loved being at the beach. I never understood why she didn't retire to a beach," said Calista. She let out a sigh.

"The apartment is yours for as long as you want it," I said. "Anything you need, just go into a shop and give them your name. There will be no bill."

"I want to go back," said Calista. "I want to talk to Amy about who is going to run the center. There are other people in similar situations."

So we hopped on my plane and headed back.

I think the story can end here.



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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob 1,2-6,6-132 27 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 25 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 19 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) - Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 17 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 15 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-132 15 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Hunter 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-86,90-91,93-94,96,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,114-117,121-123,129,132 15 Leslie's new friend 5'0" (152 cm) - cute as hell, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Hallie 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,115-117,121-123,132 15 Hunter's twin sister 4'8" (142 cm) - small A cup
Valeria 2,27,47,70,75,77,82-84,90-92,95,98,110,124,132 20 Juan and Sofia's oldest daughter 5'5" (165 cm) -- Dark hair, gorgeous, C cup
Blake 5,6-10,12,14-21,24-34,39,41-43,45-46,51-52,65-66,70-71,73-74,81-82,85,87,90,94-95,100-101,104,106,115,119,123-124,126,128-129,132 38 First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything 6'2" (188 cm) -- Blonde, ripped, 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock
Gabe 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-105,107,109-114,116-117,119,123-124,126-130,132 15 Juanita's brother 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-132 13 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Sophia 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132 22 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Luca 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,29-31,34,36-40,42-47,50-52,54,56-57,59,62-76,79-85,87,89-90,92-115,117,123-124,126,128,130,132 17 Sophia's son 5'9" (175 cm) -- chiseled, male Sophia, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Elena 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,30-31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54,56-58,60-63,65-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-82,87,95-96,101,104,106-107,111-116,118,125-126,128,130,132 13 Sophia's daughter 4'5" (135 cm) - sexy AF
Timmy 13,31,62,68,82,84,89-90,114,122,124-125,128,131-132 21 Manager's son 6'0" (183 cm) - hot, muscular, 9-inch (23 cm) cock
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-58,60-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118-119,122,125,127-129,131-132 15 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) - sexy AF, B cup
Amai 19,20-21,23-34,36-39,41,47-48,50-52,55-56,63,66-67,69,71,73,77,79,81-82,87,90,92,95-96,99-102,105,115-116,119,126,128-130,132 Twenties The family social secretary 5'4" (163 cm) - beautiful, petite, B cup, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut thick cock
Mia 20,57,59,61,66,71,75-76,79,81-83,86,89-91,95,97,101,108,114,116,132 21 Seamstress 5'5" (165 cm) -- 110, trim, sexy, small B cup
Grace 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,110,112-115,117-120,126,129,132 18 Just Grace  
Bill 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104-105,107,109-112,114-116,118-123,125-130,132 4 Bob and Amy's son  
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-132 4 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Carlina 43,45-59,61-63,66-76,79-85,87-95,97-117,119,123-126,128,132 9 Romeo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell
Phary 45,59,69-70,78-79,88,90,96,101,112,118,125,129,132 12 Chantou and Many's daughter 5'0" (152 cm) - dark hair, simply stunning, puffies.
Nan 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-105,107,110-113,115-116,118-119,122-123,125,129,132 6 9th grade student 3'8" (112 cm) - cute, bubbly, fun
Tegan 46,48,50-54,56-57,59,62,64,66-74,76,79-90,92-95,97-99,101-108,110-113,115-117,122-123,125-126,128,132 9 Gemma and Sean's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - Auburn hair, cute, fun
Tavi 46,47-52,55-57,66,68-71,73-74,76,79-85,87,90,92-96,98-99,101-102,104-105,107,115,117,119,123,128,132 14 Emilia and Talmai's son 5'9" (175 cm) - Big for his age, works out, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-130,132 11 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
Kaia 49,67-68,70,73,95,132 Twenties New doctor at the health clinic 5'7" (170 cm) - strong, blonde, C cup
Amara 50,51-52,55-57,66-70,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-95,98-99,101-102,104-105,107,115,117,132 14 Tavi's soon to be soul mate, in a wheelchair 5'6" (168 cm) - cute, wavy hair, nice body, B cup
Andres 57,61,81-82,89,100-101,116,132 45 Mia's dad 6'5" (195 cm) - Olive-skinned hunk, 8-inch (20 cm) thick uncut cock
Morgon 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119,122,126-127,130,132 8 TJ's sister 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing
Cassie 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104-110,112,115,117,119,123,127-130,132 12 Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup
Miguell 85,121,132 20 Tampa gang leader 5'9" (175 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, wiry, 5-inch (13 cm) uncut cock
Shelby 87,88,98,101,110-111,119,126-127,130,132 16 Designer in Indianapolis 5'4" (163 cm) - Black long hair, strong, C cup, big nipples
Chip 87,88,98,101,110,119,127,131-132 13 Shelby's brother 5'4" (163 cm) - Long black hair, strong, 6-inch (15 cm) thick cock
Cody 87,110,132 Thirties Shelby's dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Dark hair, fit, 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock
Christine 87,110,132 Thirties Shelby's mom 5'4" (163 cm) - Black hair, runner, C cup
Nylah 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132 6 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie
Colby 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132 6 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando
Frida 95,99,106,109,113-114,118,126,130,132 9 Student at the Berlin school 4'10" (147 cm) - Blonde, thin, nipple bumps, undeveloped
JJ 97,125,132 12 Jinn's son 5'4" (163 cm) - Blonde, thin, cute, 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock
Christina 98,132 22 Indianapolis HR lead 5'8" (173 cm) - Tall, blonde, thin, gorgeous, C cup
Nick 115,126,132 12 Maisie and Lyron's son 5'8" (173 cm) - Dark hair, caramel skin, abs, 11-inch (28 cm) thick cock
Karolina 123,124,128,132 11 Adorable violinist from Santa Monica 4'10" (147 cm) - Brown hair, thin, tiniest of nipple bumps
Mariell 124,125-126,130,132 27 Fiat designer originally from Iran 5'6" (168 cm) - Long dark hair, trim and athletic, B cup
Safie 124,125-126,130,132 10 Mariell's sister 4'9" (145 cm) - Dark hair, truly gorgeous, fit, nipple bumps
Caralyn 126,127,130,132 9 Powerful young woman in Anderson, Indiana 4'4" (132 cm) - Brown hair, thin but strong, small nipple bumps
Chace 126,132 42 Caralyn's grandfather 5'11" (180 cm) - Brown hair, stocky by fit, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Walker 126,132 27 Caralyn's father 6'1" (185 cm) - Brown hair, fit, 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock
Rocco 126,132 12 Caralyn's brother 5'4" (163 cm) - Brown hair, average, focused, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Cassiopeia 129,132 13 Pro shop golfer in Dallas 5'7" (170 cm) - Brown hair, athletic, B cup
Tony 129,132 32 Cassiopeia's dad 5'11" (180 cm) - Brown hair, average body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut cock
Danise 130,132 14 Chief Medical officer in Anderson 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark blonde hair, fit, B cup
Felicity 132 32 Anderson school superintendent 5'7" (170 cm) - Brown hair, average, C Cup
Toby 132 14 Danise's best friend
Mich 132 22 Confused church member that Caralyn initiaties 5'11" (180 cm) - Blonde, muscular, 11-inch (28 cm) thick uncut cock
Brighton 132 24 Danise's husband and a police Captain 6'1" (185 cm) - Dark hair, Black, thin and fit, 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock
Elicia 132 2 Student at an LA school 2'11" - Dark hair, Hispanic, adorable
Vihaan 132 32 Education researcher 5'7" (170 cm) - Dark hair, thin, 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock
Pratt 132 36 Education researcher 5'3" (160 cm) - Brown hair, trim figure, B cup
Erik 132 29 Education researcher 5'10" (178 cm) - Brown hair, average, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Herman 132 93 Student at the LA school 5'11" (180 cm) - Dark hair, Black, thin and regal, 8-inch (20 cm) thin uncut cock
Folco 132 9 Courier from Spain 4'7" (140 cm) - Dark hair, thin, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Parker 132 35 Cassiopeia's golf teacher and Tony's girlfriend 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, very fit, thin, C cup
Calista 132 31 Woman the met while golfing 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, thin, fit, B cup
Champ 132 12 Calista's son 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, thin, sexy, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Armando 132 29 Zeta team member 6'5" (195 cm) - Dark hair, muscular, 7-inch (18 cm) thich cock
Georgio 132 26 Zeta team member 5'8" (173 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, compact and muscular, 11-inch (28 cm) thick uncut cock
Marinda 132 10 Zeta team lead 4'9" (145 cm) - Brown hair, thin and sexy, puffies
Mart 132 76 Hospice patient  

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