I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?
Colby and I went on a double date with Orlando and Grace. This is Karolina. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but it kind of evolved.
"OK," I said. "But I'm invoking girlfriend powers and you're going to help me."
"That's the first time you've ever called yourself my girlfriend," said Colby.
Shit. He's right. He's my boyfriend. How in the hell is he my boyfriend?
"Don't get any ideas, buddy," I said, in a silly voice. "Boyfriends are dime a dozen. A dime I say."
Oh no. The look on Colby's face. He is so sad. That is so damn sweet.
"I was kidding!" I said, maybe a bit too loud. "You know you're my pooh bear."
He smiled really big.
"You jerk," I said, playfully slapping him.
"I'm more than your pooh bear," he said. "I'm your soulmate."
Wait, what?
Even Orlando and Grace were staring at him.
Did he? Did he really?
He couldn't have.
"Would it be clearer if I got down on one knee?" said Colby, holding something out to me.
A small box.
A small jewelry box.
"If you're not ready, tell me. I know I'm being a little aggressive. If the answer is a flat no, tell me that too," said Colby. "We have time. After all, I'm only 6."
I jumped up, to everyone's surprise, but I had a goal.
To sit in Colby's lap.
And smother him with kisses
Then I reached back and opened the box.
It is gorgeous. A simple silver band with a single diamond. I took it out and he put it on. I knew it would fit. Colby doesn't mess around. He is a planner.
"Consider it a place holder," he said. "Until we can pick one out together."
"Platinum?" I asked and he smiled and nodded. The first time I ever met Colby we got into a conversation about jewelry. I'd casually mentioned that I liked platinum. Not our first date. Literally the first time I met him.
Wait. No. Was it casual? It had to be.
"You asked me about rings the first time I met," I said. "It was almost our first conversation."
"I bought the ring that night," he said. "It has been in my pocket every time we have ever been together."
"Holy shit," I said to laughter from the table.
"You knew?" I asked.
"I knew before we met," said Colby.
"You didn't just happen to be in the area," I said.
He shook his head no. I'll be damned.
I knew that day too. I might have denied it to myself for a while, but I knew. I reached down into my purse.
And pulled out a similar box and handed it to him. He opened it up. For the first time since I met him, I think he was speechless.
It was the matching men's wedding ring.
"I bought it that night too," I said, softly.
"Damn," said Grace.
"What she said," added Orlando.
"Check!" shouted Colby.
Damn straight we needed the check. We had things to do. Things to celebrate. But someone was missing. I was still sitting on Colby's lap, to the curiosity of nearby diners. You know, showing off my engagement ring. Doesn't every 11-year-old girl? From her 6-year-old boyfriend? But we weren't complete. I knew it. Colby knew it. We haven't talked about it enough.
"We need to talk," I said. His face fell and I admit I laughed a bit. "I love you with all my heart and want to marry you. But I don't think that completes us and you don't either." He had a quizzical look on his face but then acceptance. He reached into his pocket and I reached into my purse.
We had both bought Nylah a ring. A ring that matches mine. I had bought the same ring that Colby had. I'd used all my savings.
For Nylah. To my surprise, just then, Nylah walked in the restaurant. OK, I admit, it wasn't really a surprise. She came over and sat in my chair, since I was still on Colby's lap.
We didn't say anything. He just opened the box and I held out my finger to show my matching ring.
I'm pretty sure her scream could be heard on the moon. I'll check later.
I think that was yes. You see I knew Colby and Nylah were soulmates.
It appears they did too. I saw Grace whisper something to the host. I'm pretty sure she just paid for the restaurant's dinner. We're a little loud.
Damn. I'm living the life.
For some reason Grace handed me her phone.
Which was in a video conference with my parents and Leo. I just looked at Grace.
"Hi, honey," said Mom. "Grace said you had something to tell us. I hope everything is OK."
Oh boy. This was going to go over well. I held up my ring finger to show them the ring. Colby was on my left beaming, and Nylah was on my right, with a matching ring. I am 11 years old. I'm about to tell my parents I am engaged. To twins. That are 6 years old.
"About damn time," said Leo.
"Leo," I shouted. "That was English."
"Yes," he said. "It is a horrible language."
Well he was right there.
"That's wonderful news," said Mom and Dad vigorously nodded. "Thanks for letting us know. We will talk tomorrow. We are sure you want to go celebrate."
Leo threw in a surprisingly profane suggestion. It was in Mandarin so hopefully no one nearby understood but all of us did.
Plus the young woman eating at the table next to us who damn near spit up her food. The young Hispanic woman at the next table.
"Why don't you join us?" I said to her.
In Ukrainian. Hey I started late. I don't know a dozen languages. Yet.
She understood. Her parents didn't. She got up anyway and came and sat in Nylah's lap.
"I think that position works better with four and even better with six," she said, in Spanish. That her parents understood and laughed. They just finished paying their bill. Oh wait, they just found out that Grace already did. They stopped and thanked us.
And left. The dad leaned over as they passed.
"Have fun, Kayla," he said, and winked.
Kayla was going to have some fun. Guaranteed. She looked around at the group.
"We are seriously short on cock," said Kayla. Well she had a point...
"Dream fuck. Top 5. Go," said Nylah.
"Gina, Cepos, Hunter, Tomas, Bob," said Kayla.
"How old are you?" asked Colby.
"8," said Kayla.
"No Bob, no me," said Grace. "Orlando is already here. Two replacements."
"Kevin, who would come with Gina, so I'm not counting him. Gabe. Can't forget Gabe," said Kayla. A little forward, but given she was still sitting on Nylah's lap and occasionally kissing her, we knew she was forward. She thought for a moment.
"Sorry, having to skip some people," she said, with a smile. "Too bad though. Tim was on my list."
"How do you know Tim?" I asked.
"I don't. Wish I did," said Kayla. "Surely you realize I go to your school. I've read every page of the journal." She looked around and made sure no one was watching. Then she floated up about three inches and then floated back down.
Oh boy.
Time to go! We headed out of the restaurant and our car was waiting. I wondered why we'd come in an SUV, but now I know. Kayla and Nylah climbed into the back row and Colby and I were in the middle, with Orlando and Grace up front. Not sure I mentioned we're in Chicago. No clue why we're in Chicago, but hey, Kayla was at dinner and maybe that's why. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing that happened.
Today.
I don't mean our engagement. Our being a trio just makes sense in the world of Dionysus. Which I am in now and can't quite explain.
The sex is pretty good though.
OK, the sex is transcendent.
That's more accurate.
Sure, I go to their school, but come on. Somehow I am in an SUV heading somewhere with five Royals. Technically four Royals, but not for long. My parents were fine with it, which doesn't surprise me. They love volunteering at my school!
I can't wait. Soon, soon I'll be nine.
Nylah and I are kissing. It's glorious. Oh! Nylah now has two fingers sliding in and out of me.
I must return the favor. Which is why the two kids in the third row of the SUV next to us got to watch us roll through simply massive orgasms. We got the thumbs up.
And then they kissed. The light turned green and they drove off, to Nylah's and my disappointment.
They were identical twins of about 10.
Identical twin boys.
I looked up and saw the SUV turn into a gas station.
"Hey, Grace," I said. "We need gas here, right now."
"You know this is ion powered," said Grace, as she turned into the gas station.
"Not what I'm picking up," I said. Damn, somehow I am a forward little thing. I made Karolina move so I could climb out. Just as I did, everyone in the SUV spilled out of the vehicle.
Oh goody.
All kids. A family.
Of six.
>From about 10 to about 16.
Did I mention there are three sets of twins? Boy/Girl, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy. One fraternal and two identical. Yes, two sets of identical twins
I may have them all. I will have them all. I walked up to them. Olympia was putting gas in the car and the rest were just standing around getting air on a nice night in Chicago.
"Hi," I said. "We're all going..." I turned to Grace.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Our house," said Grace.
"We're going back to their house for a night of unbridled passion. Would you all like to join us?" I asked.
"You don't even know where you're going?" asked Hamilton.
"Well, no," I said. "I just met them at a restaurant."
"And you willingly got in a car with them?" asked Nikita.
"Sure," I said. "Look closer at them."
They all looked, and it hit Nella first.
"Oh my God," said Nella. "Yes, yes, we will follow you anywhere."
"What the fuck, sis," said Booker.
"Jesus, Booker," said Nella. "You seriously don't recognize 5 members of the Royal Family?"
"Four," said Karolina.
"Five," said Nella, pointing at Karolina's ring and then at Colby's and Nylah's.
"Yeah, OK," said Karolina, who blushed.
God she's sexy.
Did I mention that it is just past lunchtime? Their double date was for lunch.
How handy is that.
"Don't we need parental permission?" asked Dex. Yes, we've done the introductions.
"For an afternoon of card games and Pictionary?" asked Orlando.
We all held it as long as we could. I admit. I laughed first.
"Dude, we're going to fuck until you can't anymore," I said, to Dex.
"It is a bit of a loophole," said Orlando. "Olympia and Booker are adults and can give permission for the rest of you, but, of course, it requires individual consent."
The moans attracted the attention of the people in the next car over.
Two boys. Another time. We already have a pretty big group. I could see their disappointment.
I feel ya, guys.
So here's our list, in order of acquisition, so to speak.
Not gonna be enough, but some time with the girls is OK too.
"Only five?" asked Nella. "Oh yeah, that's a problem."
See!
"We'll order up more cock as required," said Grace.
"Order?" asked Dex.
"You'll see," said Grace, laughing. And we did. Repeatedly.
We got back in the car and our little caravan headed to their house. We drove out onto the isthmus but away from the school.
Did no one mention this entire story is in Clearwater? Ah yes, started in Chicago.
I've been in a space plane now.
Just as we pulled into the driveway of a freaking enormous house, nestled between other freaking enormous houses, a space plane floated down from the sky.
I can see in the front windscreen and it appears to be piloted by tiny people. Holy shit, that's Bill and Jessica.
"Oh yeah," said Orlando. "And they have an exception, which means you can fuck them. They'll be happy to do so."
"Bill will fuck me," I said.
"Best you've ever had," said Karolina.
"Hey!" said Colby and Orlando.
I suspect we'll see some fun, given Colby yelled jinx.
"It is a multi-way tie at the top," said Karolina.
"Nice save," said Colby.
My moan might have been heard in Chicago.
This is usually where we narrated the amazing sex.
And it was amazing.
I'll tell that story another time. Maybe.
Morgon here. The schools are moving at such a fast pace. We're doing multiple mall conversions in parallel. Our team keeps growing and so do the schools. We have also pivoted to buying schools and school systems too.
It's so damn cool.
My post though is a little more focused. You probably read in Akira and Camron's post that we opened a Palo Alto school in the former Stanford Mall. Simon, you know. Our challenge is that the applications are overwhelming. Let's face it, this is the heart of Silicon Valley. Everyone wanted their kids in our school. We had a capacity for about 4,000, but we had over 35,000 applications and it is still growing.
35,000.
I was stuck. I didn't own another property nearby. There was nothing I could find. I wanted to expand but didn't know exactly how. I did notice that a striking number of applicants were from kids whose parents are associated with the university. You know, Stanford. I thought about local school systems, but there would be so many. Every small town has their own.
So I setup a meeting with the university president. You could tell that we were making an impact, because I got a call back directly from Marc. The president of Stanford.
"I saw your message come through asking for a meeting," said Marc. "Are you free for lunch?"
"Sure," I said. "Just tell me when and where."
"Let's meet in my office and we can walk over to the student union. It will give you a flavor of the campus and the students," he said. "Say 1 o'clock?" I liked this guy already.
"Sure," I said. "I'd love that. Is there someplace I can land? I'm in Robertville right now."
"You're in Robertville, halfway around the world, and can be here in an hour," he said. I admit I laughed.
"Sure," I said. "If there is a place I can land. The quad is fine."
This time he laughed.
"Just pick an empty spot," he said. "I'm confident people will move."
I'm sure they will. I got dressed in a nice business dress. Hey, I was in Robertville. You know I was naked. I did ask Ruby to clean me out. I didn't want to show up to the meeting full of Tomas' cum.
Fun as that would have been. Oh, I showered too. Come on. I smelled like sex.
I guess that would make quite a point, given I am 8, wouldn't it?
I hopped in my plane and headed out. I have one of the S-88 sport models. It is incredibly fun. It's fast and responsive. It's also smaller, which is great. Did I mention it was space, underwater, and jump capable?
Did you catch that? Jump. Who needs the mundane trip to the moon when you can visit another planet?
I've been to six. Livin' the dream.
I floated down from the sky and sure enough people moved. And stared. Most people, by now, at least knew what an F-81 and E-82 were. The S-88 is pretty new. I had one of the first. I don't know why. Bob likes me I guess.
I can't wait until I turn 9. Damn. Bob. I am making do with his surrogate. You know, Orlando. Grace is good about sharing. We all are. I do feel like I need someone special though. I've got my eyes open for someone.
Focus Morgon. Given I am 8, I have not reached old maid status quite yet.
I got out of the plane to an even bigger reaction. No, not because I'm young. Because damn near everyone in the US knows what I do. I'm sure the rumors would be flying around campus. Space plane. Morgon. What could be happening?
Marc was actually waiting for me, although no golf cart. We did the introductions, complete with a boring handshake. I'm a hugger, but it seemed premature. We chatted as we walked to the student union. There was a lot of buzz as we walked. I am sure my having lunch with the university president amped up the speculation.
"So what did you want to talk about?" asked Marc.
"As you're aware, we opened a school nearby. Many of your faculty and staff have applied for admission for their children. Unfortunately, we're overwhelmed with applications, well beyond our ability to accept even those that are exceptional. I was hopeful we could brainstorm ideas on how to expand," I said. His face fell. That was weird.
"My own children have applied," he said. "We are so hopeful they'll be accepted."
"Have you been to parent's orientation yet?" I asked.
"Oh yes," he replied, almost in a moan. Yeah, he had.
"I'm curious. You seemed disappointed in the topic," I said. "Did you have another topic in mind?"
"I was hopeful you were going to propose acquiring Stanford. That would give you capacity," he said. Acquire Stanford. That was a little more than I planned for over lunch, but it was Dionysus Harvard now.
"I am close friends with the president of Harvard," he said. "Your progress and what you have done is amazing."
"OK, let's pivot. That would be a big, bold solution," I said. "How would you value the school? And pardon me, but I need to send a quick text." Which I did. I should have been prepared, but I've never bought a major university before.
He waved and someone came over from another table. He introduced them as the CFO of the school.
"You had him staged at another table?" I laughed. They both admitted that he did.
They threw out a number just as I received a text. I looked quickly. I'd texted our real estate team. They had already valued all the universities that were interesting. Their number was a few hundred million higher than Marc's.
"OK," I said. Our food arrived and I started eating but they just stared at me.
"What do you mean OK?" asked the CFO.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant we have a deal," I said. "Happy to do so. It will really allow us to expand in an excellent area. Do either of you have any contacts in the local school systems?"
"You would consider taking that over too?" asked Marc.
"Our program in Los Angeles has been quite successful," I said. "I'm open to expanding it here."
"Can we back up?" said Marc. "I'm still stuck on OK. Don't you need to talk to someone? Get approval? Discuss with someone?"
"Nope," I said. "Your valuation was close to ours. We're good."
"Things are different in Dionysus, aren't they?" said the CFO. "I'm having lunch with am 8-year-old who just agreed to buy an entire prestigious university for billions of dollars. It is just an average day for you, isn't it?"
"Yep," I said. "Would you consider merging the school system into the university? That would be the best approach."
"Do you even have to ask?" said Marc. "It will be your university." I laughed.
"Yes, but I'm asking you to run the whole thing," I said. Yes, I'd checked with Jackson. Let's just say his list of people had grown pretty spectacularly. And I knew he'd been through the parent's orientation. Come on.
He just stared at me. Then he moaned. Then the CFO moaned.
"Do we get wrestling rooms?" asked the CFO. I laughed again.
"Sure," I said. "You'll also have a lot of 9-year-old college students soon. They're fun to fuck."
They both just stared at me.
"Well, they are," I said. "I should know." Yeah I got looks of lust. I laughed again.
"Let's get the deal closed first," I said. Then I winked at them. Badly. "Sadly, I have to turn 9 too. Soon."
I glanced down and they were both hard as a rock. Good. I liked that. I made sure they saw me looking.
"Too bad the deal isn't done yet, or you could blow each other right here," I said. They both stammered a bit.
"Boys, boys, it's OK," I said. "You'll be sucking each other's cock on the first day. Guaranteed. And I can soon be dessert." They were both quiet for a minute and then smiled. Yes, I'd read it right. Lust but no action.
We finished our nice lunch and by the time we were done, a courier walked in and handed me the contract. The couriers were great. They were a great way to get new pilots to get more hours. In this case, though, the courier wasn't a courier. It was Pari. She sat in the empty chair.
"Welcome aboard," she said. "I'm Pari." I laughed a little, because instead of acknowledging her and her role, they moaned.
"Thanks, I appreciate the compliment," said Pari. "I'm also 11 years old. Want to bring your families over for dinner? Our place in SF?"
They didn't answer immediately. I think they were overwhelmed.
"Anyone in your families that would be offended by what goes on at a consulate?" asked Pari.
"No," they said together.
"Oh come on. Somebody has to say it," I said. Marc smiled and said "jinx".
"OK, then he owes you a big sloppy kiss," said Pari. "You can pay up tonight." Then they both shocked me and damn near everyone in the restaurant. The CFO leaned in and kissed Marc. On the lips. With tongue.
Well now. I guess they just announced our deal.
Oh I'm kidding. I didn't know until the purchase came through that she was even in the United States. Last I knew was last night. There were a lot of us. Morgon put on quite a show and there were a lot of people that got their first experience with Morgon. That girl is insatiable.
I like that in a friend.
It was freaking fun. Oh, this is Pari.
"So guys, can you be done for the day? We really should plan the next steps," I said. They both agreed that they could be.
"You know she means fuck, right?" said Morgon. "Planning means fucking in our world. We don't need to actually plan with you. You run it. Do what you want."
Both men are staring at Morgon now. Oh, wait, now they're staring at me. I just smiled and nodded.
Just then all three of them got a text.
"It's done?" said Marc. Morgon laughed and nodded.
And then took off her shirt.
I suppose that's one way to announce it. I am not sure why she took off her shirt.
Ah. A gorgeous woman was approaching. While that's appealing, she is too old for Morgon. The young man that is walking with her, who looks to be about 10, is not.
"Really, Morgon?" I said. Her response was to stand up and shimmy out of her shorts.
Which got a gasp from Marc and Todd, the CFO.
"Look but don't touch, boys," said Morgon, with a laugh. She turned to the boy.
"You can touch all you want," said Morgon. That's about the time I realized the woman is Todd's wife, Abigayle.
Now Morgon is on the grass, on her knees, getting just pounded by Gaven.
And we're all enjoying the show. People gathered around and they were enjoying the show too. Now most of them are naked.
I am now in a similar position on the grass, except Abigayle is underneath me, and Todd is pounding me.
And Marc just offered me his cock.
I'm guessing this will make the news. Maybe not the fucking, but the purchase.
Possibly the fucking. Probably. Likely. OK, it will.
I don't care. I just don't anymore.
Don't worry, I've read the journal now and losing my virginity to Morgon was a win. A big win.
Damn she's sexy.
My name is Gaven. My parents are Todd and Abigayle. I fucked Morgon on the lawn of Stanford. By the time we were done, there was a lot going on. I think my dad fucking Marc, the university President, might have sent a message.
Maybe not as strong a message as me fucking Dad.
And Mom.
It started out as an average day. Dad invited us to lunch but forgot to cancel when Morgon setup the meeting. We arrived at a pretty nice time. I was literally walking up and Morgon stripped.
A pleasant surprise.
Now you're expecting a story of a wild afternoon and night of sex. Oh that happened, but I don't really feel the need to tell all the details. I'll bet your imagination would work. I will say the afternoon was right there on the grass and I met a few new people.
Met.
Wore. me. out.
I also start school here on Monday.
Yay!
This afternoon, which is the next day now, I'm on a trip with Morgon and Pari. Don't know why. Don't care why. Don't care where.
Morgon and Pari.
They said to meet them at a marina in San Francisco. To my shock, Mom suggested I just take a JetsonCar.
I'm still not allowed to play in the front yard alone.
I think my rules might have changed a bit.
I arrived and the most adorable young woman came out of the office to greet me. I mean stunning.
"You think I'm stunning?" she said. "You're meeting Pari and Morgon. I'm not stunning."
"You do realize that you read my mind," I said. She looked shocked and then smiled. She even gave me a look. You know. Up and down. Scoping me out.
"Maybe," she said. "We'll see. I'm Nickie. I own the marina."
Of course she does. Which made her laugh.
"New to Dionysus, are we?" she laughed.
"I lost my virginity to Morgon yesterday on the lawn of Stanford," I said. "I'm Gaven."
"I saw the video," said Nickie. "You have skills. I would like to experience those skills."
"Hold up," I said. "Let's knock those down. You saw video."
"Sure," said Nickie. "It was all over Dionysus TV."
"Of me fucking Morgon," I said.
"As part of the news story covering the purchase of Stanford, they showed the celebration. Of course that included Morgon, who made the purchase, which meant it included you," said Nickie.
"Fucking," I said, and she laughed again.
"Dude, fucking is normal. No need to hide it. Sure, in the middle of a news story," said Nickie.
"I think I like Dionysus," I said.
"Me too," said Nickie. "Did I mention you are officially on Dionysus soil right now?"
We're out front of the office. In San Francisco. Nickie is now naked.
I like Naked Nickie.
"Naked Nickie," she said. "Feels about right."
She took my hand and led me inside. That's where we met Pari and Morgon. Morgon looked at Nickie, then me, and smiled. Pari smiled too.
"Soulmates," they both said.
Now they're kissing. There is a growing puddle on the floor. Their shorts are soaked. OK, solved that problem. They took off their shorts.
Leaving them only wearing bikini tops. Which they both just took off.
I am fond of the Dionysus culture.
"Me too!" said Nickie.
"Soulmates," said Pari and Morgon again. This time Pari pushed Morgon down onto the floor.
And went down on her.
Seems like a good idea, so I did the same to Nickie. Oh, I asked permission first.
We're all pretty soaked now.
Guess I should get out of these clothes. Just as I did, a young man and woman walked in the front door. Maybe 14 and 13.
"Hi," they both said, and the girl laughed and said it.
The kiss was incredible. I learned things.
Now she's soaked and he has a spot that is an impressive amount of precum.
Now they're naked. Still loving it.
"You must be Gaven," said the young woman. "I'm Caroline and this is my brother Carter. We're the real estate agents today."
Of course they are. I have no idea why we need real estate agents.
"Because Pari and Morgon are helping me buy a house," said Nickie. Who is 9 and buying a house.
I wonder if I'll live in Nickie's house.
"Then it would be our house," said Nickie. I am pretty sure she just edged me with her smile.
I'm throbbing a bit. Which everyone seems to enjoy. Including Carter.
I do like Dionysus.
"Let's go. The first stop is across the bay," said Caroline. "The last stop is also across the bay because it would be silly for you to buy anything else."
"I love confidence in a real estate agent," said Nickie.
"You're just hoping we'll all fuck," said Carter, whose cock is also throbbing just a bit. Carter has a nice cock. He does!
"You already know we're all going to fuck," said Nickie.
"Point taken," said Carter, with a laugh.
"Do you all fuck every time you get together?" I asked.
The answer was deafening. Not being stupid, I said it too.
And got the jinx out first. Oh they're paying up.
Morgon, Pari, Caroline, Carter, Nickie.
Nickie pulled me down on the floor during the kiss.
And right in.
Just as a family walked in the door. Parents and a young girl. Who came over to watch.
And gave us a few pointers.
For some reason she is handing Nickie a spatula. Why does this young girl have a spatula?
Oh!
I had not thought of that use for a spatula. I will never see spatulas the same again.
When we finished, the girl cleaned us both up, while her parents watched.
"It is a good thing that Laila turned 5," said her mom.
A very good thing.
"We're heading across the bay to look at a property," said Nickie. "Can Laila come with us?"
"Sure," said her mom.
"Sure?" I asked. "You're letting your 5-year-old just go with us?" Both parents laughed.
"We just let her go down on you dude," said the mom. "Going for a boat ride doesn't seem like a stretch. We also know and trust Nickie."
Well, yes, of course.
"Can I have a 7-year-old exception for the day?" asked Laila, of her parents. Her mom laughed and nodded.
"Granted," said Pari. Not sure why Pari can grant it, but not questioning it.
"You shouldn't," said Laila. "I'll be one of the best you've ever enjoyed."
"You read him," said her dad, with surprise.
"Of course," said Laila. "I can read Nickie too." Nickie just nodded.
What the hell does that all mean?
"Soulmates!" shouted, well, everyone, including me.
Pari beat me to it. Darn it.
Ooh. Her kiss just made the mom cum.
And the dad. Sorry dude, that's going to be sticky. Ah. Solved the problem.
Both naked.
"Too bad I can't clean that off," said Laila.
"Four years dear," said Laila's mom. "Four years."
Well sure.
Nickie took my hand and we headed towards the door.
"Shouldn't we get dressed?" I asked.
Nickie just smiled at me and shook her head no.
Ok then. The group, minus the parents, all followed us out.
"This ratio sucks," said Laila. "Two cocks and four pussies."
"There will likely be a christening party," said Caroline. The fact that everyone moaned, including Laila, appears to be a positive outcome. Or outcum.
Laila and Nickie both laughed.
"Bob," they said.
Then they kissed. Damn.
That's some heat.
Nickie is also dripping my cum down her leg. Oh, not anymore.
Caroline just licked it off.
Liking Dionysus more and more.
We headed out and down the line of amazing yachts.
"A Roscioli Donzi R-76 Med," I said, and Nickie laughed.
"Good thing you know about boats," she said. "Given we'll own the marina together when we marry."
Marry. We're getting married.
Yay!
I'm pretty sure I am engaged to Nickie.
"And me," said Laila.
Another win.
"The exception is permanent for the two of you," said Pari.
Of course it is.
I'm now getting on board one of the coolest yachts I know with an amazing group of naked people.
"Boat!" shouted everyone.
"Save it," growled Laila. "Or we're never getting anywhere."
"We don't call them yachts," said Pari. "They're boats."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because King Bob doesn't own a yacht," said Pari.
"He owns a yacht that is more than 600 feet long!" I said.
"No, he doesn't," said Pari, in a voice that is slightly scary. "He owns a boat that is more than 600 feet long."
OK then.
I followed everyone on to the boat. Nickie and Laila walked on holding hands with me behind them.
Two cute little asses. My asses, so to speak.
They both wiggled a bit.
Oh God. I damn near came.
"Don't waste one!" shouted Laila. "Your next one is in me."
I love a good plan.
We went up to the flybridge and Laila backed us out.
Laila is our captain today. Sure. Pari typed coordinates into the computer and off we went.
"Hold on," said Laila. "I'm making this a short run."
I watched the speedometer, and we broke 120 knots.
"It isn't far, so I kept it slow," said Laila.
"How fast can this boat go?" I asked.
"We could have lunch in Hawaii," said Laila. I laughed. She smiled.
Things are different here. We got to the other side of the bay and stopped offshore at an amazing spot. A wide beach, flat land rolling up into a small hill. Just gorgeous.
"It is 110 acres," said Caroline. "They'll rezone it for a single house, but a minimum of 30,000 square feet. Offshore buoy is OK but limited to four boats. No dock. I think you can live with that."
"Are we taking a tender to shore?" I asked, and everyone laughed.
Then everyone except Laila and me flew towards shore.
They flew towards shore.
"Put your arms around me, tight," said Laila. Not the worst suggestion I've ever heard.
"Now imagine yourself flying and landing softly on the beach," said Laila. I don't know how she did it, but we freaking flew to the beach and landed standing up.
"I didn't fly us," said Laila. "I could, but I didn't need to. You did."
"I can fly," I said, to Laila.
Everyone nodded.
"Sometimes you have to nod, or we never stop fucking," said Pari.
"And that's a bad thing?" said Laila.
"Point taken," said Pari. Who apparently just made Laila vibrate through quite an orgasm by just smiling at her.
Almost made me cum too.
"Oh I will," said Pari. "Just the old fashioned way with you inside me."
Well sure.
"Maybe my ass," said Pari, who turned around and wiggled her ass.
"She's got a nice ass," said Laila.
Yes she does.
Carter walked over and put a small box on the ground and then waved us to all step back. Then a house appeared. I would call it a mansion, but my guess is they don't call anything mansions. Or yachts.
"Good catch," said Nickie.
"Let's walk through it," said Caroline. It is freaking incredible. The downstairs was very open with a view over the water. The kitchen is in the back and while there are rooms, the walls move. That's apparently a thing. The second floor did the same. Eleven bedrooms, or one giant room, or anything in between.
"How does that little box build this giant house?" I asked.
"It didn't. This is a hologram," said Carter.
"How are we standing on the second floor of a hologram?" I asked.
"We're not. We're all floating," said Carter. "For people that can't, we have little anti-grav units, but since we all can, we don't need them."
"Sure, sure, floating," I said.
"Dude," said Laila. "You can fly. You can read minds. Is floating really that hard to believe?"
I guess not.
"Seems perfect to me," said Nickie. "Anything the two of you would change?"
Did she mean Laila and me?
"Of course, you dork," said Nickie. "You're both moving in. That leaves ten bedrooms for guests. It will be full. Your life will include school and fucking."
Seems like a good life to me.
"But this is really far from Stanford," I said.
"Not in a flying car," said Laila. Well sure, not in a flying car.
"We'll take JetsonCars every day?" I said. Laila covered her ears. I wish I had. They all shouted the word no.
Laila got out the jinx, with some triumph. Triumph. Not a word I use often. Then she pushed me down onto the imaginary carpet and sat right down on my cock.
Yes, it was hard. It has been hard. Heck, I had to slide it between her legs when we flew.
Flew.
Laila just gently bounced, and I realized that pretty much everyone was celebrating. Pari is just riding Carter. Morgon is fucking Caroline with a surprisingly large dildo.
Nickie just sat on my face.
"Every day, dude, every day," said Laila.
An acceptable outcome.
We finally finished and since the house isn't real, we couldn't shower. We walked outside and the house disappeared, and Carter picked up the little box.
Then the real house flew in and landed. Yes, I typed words that described what happened. I didn't have to believe them.
But we did take showers. Laila and Nickie shampooed my hair. My God it was sensual. I also bent Nickie over the bench and fucked her in the shower.
Another place that will be a favorite. I did experience Carter in my ass, which I loved.
Then Laila just pounded me with a double-ended dildo. Then things got a little crazy.
Back to the shower.
"Well, school doesn't start until Monday," said Nickie. "Might as well spend the weekend." Which we did. All ten spare bedrooms were full too.
I experienced many new things. I am pretty sure my life took a positive turn.
And I'm getting married to Nickie.
And Laila.
Yay!
Amy here. I have no idea why I'm involved but I am. I am the Queen! It was a freaking joke. Wolf Blitzer was on the phone. Bob bought what he thought was an island. We were going to build a vacation home.
That's it. That is all it was. Now our kids have been the President of the US and the President of Russia.
And I am the Queen of a superpower.
I still think this must be fiction. Surely this can't be true.
Or it can.
I have met Queen Elizabeth and she treated me as a fellow monarch.
Good God. I guess anybody can be a Queen. It feels like we have devalued Queenhood. Then again, Pari is going to be a Queen and damn I think she deserves it. Yes, we know.
I might be feeling a little overwhelmed. My role is usually jumping in and helping out wherever I can. You'd think I'd be spending all my time raising our kids, but I rarely even know where they are.
And that's OK.
I am damn proud of our kids and I don't give a shit that most of them are adopted. Family isn't chosen by the birth canal you slid out of.
Hell, I consider Sophia, Grace, Noah, Hunter and Hallie, and Cassie to all be my kids. Especially Sophia and Cassie. Neither had any other parents. Oops. Can't forget Karolina. I do enjoy her parents. Leo is a hoot.
All of this is leading up to a decision I need to make. I decided I needed someone else's advice. I know what Bob's decision would be. So I went to the most rational person in the entire family.
Jessica. Who is 4.
And that makes sense. I found her in the kitchen enjoying a bowl of Lucky Charms. She has them flown in. If you challenge her on it, she starts singing that they are magically delicious.
Damn near the only time she acts her age, and she is doing it as satire.
Jessica is a little overwhelming.
That got me a laugh.
"Like you're in a position to talk, being the Queen and all," said Jessica. I think she saw the look on my face.
"Sorry, Mom. How can I help?" she said. Almost the same words I would get from anyone in the family. Hell, anyone in the country. I know what the answer is, but I still want to hear Jessica's thoughts. I handed her my phone and she read the email. I tried to stand quietly but my nerves are jumping. Jessica put the phone down.
"A tragic situation," said Jessica. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to ask you your opinion," I said. Jessica laughed.
"But I'm only 4," she said. Which is why Bill found us in the kitchen just laughing and laughing.
Jessica handed him the phone and we waited until he read it.
"I'll take care of it," he said, handing me my phone. Then he left.
What just happened? I turned and Jessica handed me a bowl of Lucky Charms and waved towards the milk on the table.
OK, my guilty pleasure too. I walked in with a crisis and somehow I am enjoying cereal with Jessica while her 4-year-old twin brother handles it.
I suppose I should be wondering what he was doing but I wasn't worried. I know Bill. I know what his decision was.
"We can't save them all," I said, to Jessica.
"Maybe not," said Jessica. "But we can save them."
Yes we can.
I've never been to Cleveland. I guess I won't be able to say that soon. Of course I knew the right answer.
To freaking fix it. It is what we do. Now, I am aware that I am young and little, even if I was going to Cleveland in my space plane. The youngest of us that flew are pretty well known. I debated whether I should take someone older with me but decided I could handle it. Maybe I was being naive but fuck'em. Worst case, Mom would be there in fifteen minutes. I pity the fool that crosses Mom.
Please tell me you understood the cultural reference.
I was slowed down a few minutes because I stopped and got the proper documents made. I went high, figuring I might need it. We will see. It is a tragic situation but often those dealing with the crisis would welcome a savior.
Wait. I think I accidentally compared myself to Jesus. You know that was not my intent although if there were people on Earth that exemplify the spirit, I'd put Mom and Dad at the head of the list even if we weren't all atheists. Before you get all riled up, I have a Master's in Religious Studies. I made an informed decision that it was all hooey.
I was slowed down a little more because the Franklin County Department of Jobs and Families refused to let me land in their parking lot. Good grief. It did not bode well for my mission. We will see. I had to find a vehicle that would hold eight that I could drive. It also had to hold four car seats and one infant seat.
I had Mary Lou figure it out and she messaged me to land at Toyota West. She had bought me a Toyota Sienna and they had promised to have the car seats installed by the time I arrived.
I don't think they understood it was a fifteen-minute flight, but I did take some time getting all my paperwork.
I landed as far out in their parking lot as I could. I laughed to myself that this was going to be just like Pari in Dallas, but it wasn't. I came down the stairs to a young salesperson waiting.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Nimah. Everything is ready to go and you're welcome to leave your plane here. It is an honor to meet you."
Say what? Particularly given Nimah appears to be about 10.
"No, I'm 9," she said. OK then. She could even read me.
"You have a school here," she said. Damn. We do. That might be handy.
She pointed at the van. It is a deep burgundy and as vans go, a decent looking vehicle. I hopped in and the pedals were even adjusted for me. Nimah smiled at me.
"Once Mary Lou told me who was coming, I adjusted the pedals," said Nimah.
"May I take you to dinner on Friday?" I asked. "Say 7? I can meet you here."
"1900. I'll be waiting," she said.
"Any place that is a favorite?" I asked.
"Morton's Steakhouse," she said. "You should wear a jacket and tie."
"Will do," I said. I started up the car and the nav was already programmed. I looked at Nimah and she laughed.
"I asked Mary Lou where you were going. Whatever you're doing, I hope it goes well," she said.
I thanked her and drove off. I called Mary Lou. She answered quickly.
"Her granddad owns the dealership. He lives with her. He is ready to retire. I already made the offer," she said, as soon as she answered. "I'll have the paperwork ready for your dinner. Is it Friday?"
"How did you know we would be having dinner?" I asked.
"Because you're not an idiot," she said and hung up.
The women in my life.
Are all amazing.
Traffic wasn't bad and I made it across town quickly. Normally I hate to do it, but I had Mary Lou make an appointment for a representative of the kingdom. Somehow showing up wasn't going to work. I know I am young and little. I went in and couldn't even see over the counter. That was an inauspicious start. I finally walked to the end where he could see me and told the man that I had an appointment.
He didn't even question me and called right up. An escort came down to get me and I thanked the man and he laughed.
"My little sister goes to your school," he said. "You're doing good in the world. Thank you." I made sure I knew he was Ahmed, and his sister is Grecia. I doubted it was information I really needed but he was nice to me and maybe I'd visit the campus.
I was led into the office of the director. Someone had briefed her, and she was polite. Unfortunately, that didn't translate to helpful.
"I am here today due to tragic circumstances. A family that was poised to immigrate to Dionysus was met with disaster. The parents were killed, and the children were inadvertently placed in the custody of foster parents and split up. An honest misunderstanding that we should be able to handle quickly. I have all the documentation of their citizenship status and their passports, which had already been issued but not delivered. We just need your help locating all seven children and we will all be on our way," I said.
"I see. Well that just can't happen. We can't allow children to just be handed over to strangers," she said. Great. Just great.
"I appreciate your concern, but this is not open for discussion. They are our citizens and are free to leave the US. We can make this easy or difficult," I said. "I see no reason for difficult."
Just then, the door burst open and a security officer burst into through the door.
"This child was found in the building alone. Please take him into custody," she said to the guard.
I don't think she appreciated that I laughed.
"So you chose hard," I said. "That was a poor choice. I am Prince Bill of Dionysus and travel under a diplomatic passport. Do you really want the attention of an international incident with an ally?"
Apparently she did. She waved at him to take me. I believe she was a bit confused on why he started dancing and slapping himself in the face.
Jessica isn't the only powerful one. I tired of his dancing and he swung a big roundhouse and knocked himself out.
"Perhaps we should try another approach," I said.
The words out of her mouth were inappropriate even if she did shout them in German.
"That was not very polite," I said, in German.
Then she slapped herself. Hard.
The door opened again and Nimah ran in. She grabbed my hand.
"Let's go," she said, pulling me out. We ran to the stairs but there was a huge security team running up, with guns drawn. Suddenly they all tumbled back down the stairs.
And I didn't do it. We turned and ran back, and she pulled me upstairs. We got to the top floor and she looked around and we ran towards a ladder built into the wall.
Roof access. She climbed up and pulled open the door. At first I thought it was unlocked until she dropped the totally mangled combination lock at my feet. She pushed open the hatch and climbed up.
Mama didn't raise no stupid boy and I climbed up, just as a bullet whizzed by.
WTAF. They were freaking shooting at us. She took my hand again and ran as fast as she could to the edge. She wasn't slowing down and we both leaped right off.
Apparently she can fly. I can but try not to show it off. Somehow we jumped off where there was no one in sight. She flew us down and we dropped behind a tree.
"Don't worry. I knew there was no one on this side," said Nimah.
"How?" I asked.
"Don't know," she said. I get it. She led me over to a bright yellow Toyota Supra.
"Get in," she said, and I did. We shot out of the parking lot and just made it out before the cops came zooming in, complete with the SWAT van. Seriously? For a 4-year-old? OK, a reasonably invulnerable one but still.
"We need to get to campus," said Nimah. "I wish I had known this is why you were here. I didn't connect the address to DFS. I hope you didn't fuck it up."
"Me? How?" I said.
"We will talk about it later," said Nimah. "This traffic is going to be a problem. We need to be there now." She was really upset. I was missing something, but I was going to roll with it.
But she wanted to be there faster. I touched the radio screen and hit what would appear to be a random set of buttons.
It wasn't. Up popped a secret menu. I typed in a code and the car scanned my watch.
"Flight mode enabled," said the car. Nimah just looked at me.
"Dionysus Cleveland. Fastest speed," I said, to the car. We lifted up about 200 feet and just shot off, with Nimah laughing.
"The car can fly!" said Nimah, still laughing.
"They all can. Even the minivan. We are not convinced Americans can handle it," I said. "But this was an emergency. Should I ask how you are driving?"
"I have my license. You know where I go to school," she said.
"But no one will insure you for a dealership car," I said.
"That implies it is my car. I stole it off the lot. Grandpa is going to be pissed," she said.
"Alexa," I said. "Purchase this car please."
"Purchase complete," she replied.
"Now instead of being a felon, you sold two cars in one day," I said.
"You live a strange life," she said.
"Yes I do," I said. "So tell me what is going on."
"We are having an open house tonight," said Nimah. "Six of the seven have foster parents who have confirmed attendance. Once they are on campus, they'll be in your world."
"What about the seventh?" I asked.
"They declined. I tried, but she is an infant. They were polite but said she was too young," she said.
Shit.
Let me repeat that.
Shit.
"Where do they live?" I asked. She rattled off an address from memory. How she was involved was unclear but right now I just didn't care.
I told the car to reroute and land us around the corner. Just as we landed, so did the van.
Empty.
"Well that's handy," she said. "What's the plan?"
"I have no idea," I said. "I might go with honesty and see how that works."
"Well that's a radical approach," laughed Nimah.
"Or we could kidnap her," I said. Nimah just stared.
"Would you do that?" she said.
"No. We will use the courts, if necessary," I said.
"That seems more reasonable," she said. "But that can always be your plan B."
It turned out to be our plan A. We knocked on the door and a man opened it and muttered the word "shit". He tried to slam the door in my face, which didn't go well. Surprising to see a hollow core door as a front door, but it didn't survive contact with my fist. He slid back and stood at attention. As we walked by, he saluted.
"The salute was a nice touch," I said.
"I didn't do it," she said. "I didn't."
What we saw next was squalor. Totally disgusting. There was a couch, and a pretty ratty one at that, in front of a giant big screen. A video game was playing, and the control was on the couch. There were beer bottles and cheap bourbon bottles everywhere. Pizza boxes too. I saw at least three rats scurrying around.
Squalor.
There was a baby lying on the floor. She was naked and covered with feces. Lots of it. She was really thin and didn't look very good.
There was a woman passed out on the couch, but from the smell, she'd died several days earlier. Right in that spot.
Kind of redefined the word squalor to you, didn't it?
"We need to clean her off," said Nimah.
"Sadly, not yet," I said. "We need to take her to the hospital. Have this done properly, with a med check, and more."
"More?" said Nimah and I sighed. My suspicion is really strong.
"Sexual abuse check," I said.
"Aw fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she said.
"Fuck," she added. Nimah bent down to wrap up the baby.
"Thank you," said Nimah in my head.
"Why are you thanking me?" I asked. Nimah shook her head.
"I didn't," said Nimah. We both looked at the baby and Nimah got it out first.
"You're welcome," said Nimah. "We're sorry this happened, but we'll keep you safe."
"I was pretty sure of that when the blew the door off the hinges and the dipshit stood at attention," she thought. "Even if that last part was me."
"Language," said Nimah, which actually made the baby giggle.
Our lives are weird.
We headed outside, with the baby, and got her strapped into the infant seat. The Supra took off empty, which made both Nimah and Tally laugh. Actually laugh. A two-month old baby is laughing at the situation.
We got into the van and it lifted up. We took off almost due west.
"The closest hospital is east of here," said Nimah.
"The Cleveland Clinic is west of here," I said. "And we own it. I don't trust the healthcare system here. They should have been monitoring this child. I don't know who all is in on it and even what they're doing, but we're keeping Tally in our system."
We landed in the driveway in front of the ER and Nimah unstrapped the baby just as Elena and Frida ran out the front door.
You knew I'd bring in the big guns, right? The world can throw anything they want at Dionysus over this but trying to imply Elena did anything wrong would be tough. She's revolutionized healthcare around the world and particularly in the US. The country may not have universal healthcare, but we do. No one goes broke in the US over medical bills anymore. We hate talking about the whole medical care racket, but Elena fixed it.
We followed her in, and Elena told us to go.
"We need a clear field on what is going on. You were involved in rescuing Tally. You need to step back now. Go. You have people arriving on campus in barely an hour," said Elena. "We've got this."
We ran back out the door and the van was gone and the Supra was sitting there.
"We didn't need the van and the Supra is more fun," said Nimah.
"How in the world did you fetch it?" I said.
"I didn't. I think Tally did," said Nimah. Whoa. You can't fetch a car without tech.
Can you? That's when I heard Tally giggle in my head.
We took off, literally, and landed at the school in plenty of time. There were multiple Zeta teams deployed, all posing as a family with a kid or more. Leslie was clearly in charge. Leslie who is most definitely not posing as a kid on this one. Her hair is up and she's in a classic Mom dress. Very pretty, but practical. It freaking has pockets. Bentley is her husband and Jessica is their child. Yes, Jessica. You wouldn't believe they were a Zeta team, now would you? Don't fuck with Jessica. She's powerful as shit.
Other teams were scattered around at what looked to be a reception on the front lawn. It was about 40 people and every single one is on a Zeta team. I saw almost all my siblings, although most would be unrecognizable. Just simple things like dressing Leslie as the mom. Misdirection is powerful. I admit I did start laughing when I saw Chris. Nimah saw me looking and clearly didn't get it. I pointed at Chris and she still didn't get it.
"Am I supposed to know who she is?" said Nimah. We walked over.
"Hi, sis," I said. No hugs right now. They'll be arriving soon. "Nimah, I'd like you to meet my sister, Chris."
"Huh," said Nimah. Chris laughed.
"I look great, don't I?" said Chris. "Now get over with Dad. You two are on Dad's team."
"Two?" I said. "Nimah's not on a Zeta team."
"You sure about that?" asked Nimah. OK, we'll come back to that. We saw Dad so we walked over. Nimah got a big hug. I got a fist bump. A young guy named Lenny was with them.
"Great to see you again, Bob, although the circumstances suck," said Nimah. I think I stared because they both laughed.
"Later dude," said Nimah. "This is my fiancé Lenny but that has to wait. They're arriving." What drove in was vans and giant aging SUVs. Anything that could hold a lot of kids. In some cases they came in two cars. One family came in two small mini-buses. I counted. Twenty-three kids got out. With two parents.
What the fuck. Got it. They were fostering a lot of kids. Was it as simple as that? Money? Raked it in for multiple kids and basically let them live the Lord of the Flies?
Apparently so. The kids were clean, but their clothes were not. Clearly the best they could pull off on short notice. A couple of families might have stopped at the Target on the way. We heard the tap-tap-tap of someone testing a mic, and at a small podium was Pari.
Looking freaking amazing. Hey, Pari is sexy and she is someone I can play with.
Sorry, but come on, Pari and me.
"Pari is a lot of fun, isn't she?" whispered Nimah. Then she cackled.
I cannot tell you how much I want to kiss her right now.
"Later, big boy," said Nimah. "Friday night. After dinner. I'll rock your world. You already have an exception."
Say what?
I moaned at that point. You would have too.
But how the fuck do I have an exception?
Just then Elena and Frida arrived. I got a big smile from Elena.
Thank God.
"Just neglect, nothing else," thought Frida. "Hopefully the same with all the kids."
Pari took the kids on a tour, leaving the parents. That's when the arrests started. I had to laugh, because all the adults on the team just stood by watching while the kids made the arrests. I almost laughed when Jessica arrested the biggest, baddest guy there. He laughed at her.
Then he just fell over on his face. Right into the grass. That's when she put the zip cuffs on.
All while laughing. I think Jessica might be enjoying this just a bit too much. Sweeps were being done across the county, led by other Zeta teams and coordinating with the FBI. We were afraid it was widespread, but the good news is that it was not. The leadership, plus a small amount of law enforcement, plus these families. All for a few thousand bucks a month. Now I don't mean to disparage people that are in situations where that is enormous money, because it is to them, but sacrificing kids?
Shit.
So, with seven families, we now have 49 kids that are again homeless. We have a boarding school here, so, guess what, we have 49 new students. Including Tally, who we found out is actually 1, but small because of lack of nutrition. They were barely feeding her enough to be alive.
Their drug habits were pretty big. The foster mom had died from an overdose of fentanyl.
Sucks.
I came to rescue seven kids and ended up with 49. That happens to us. Everything settled down quickly. I'm sure you're surprised, but everyone left. These are all Zeta teams. That many together risks later identification, so we didn't have our traditional orgy.
It's a thing for us.
I've got a hot date with a younger man. Given I'm 9, that means he's pretty young. He's 4. Then again, I am engaged to my 10-year-old best friend, Lenny, who knows I am on this date and loves it. Maybe the three of us later... But this is Nimah and you know all that. My date is tonight and as of today, I am a boarding student. You see my grandfather really wanted to take the windfall from selling the dealership and retire to Florida. Since I now own that dealership, I wasn't going to Florida. As a compromise, I moved into an apartment on campus. I admit, I have to laugh. He has never really understood, or been aware, of Dionysus rules. You see he really is up there in years and doesn't see that well. He wasn't involved in the day-to-day of the dealership anymore. So, back to how he didn't know. I filled out the application and told him all about test results and job opportunities and everything else.
I did not mention the wrestling rooms, and anything related to them. I saw him off at the airport today. It wasn't tearful, but I'll miss him. I'm sure I'll visit. After all, I can just ask for a ride on a space plane. No, nothing to do with Bill. All students can do it. The school encourages trips, and you can drop in on any campus or just take time off. You know everything is self-paced.
As he walked onto the jetway, at the last minute, he turned back to me.
"I'll bet you are one hell of a wrestler," he said. "Your passion. Damn. And Lenny. Whoo."
And walked onto the plane. I guess he did know.
I had to scoot and agreed to meet Bill at the restaurant. I know Morton's is a chain, but it is still the best steak in town. I only know this because one time my grandfather took me there. For my ninth birthday.
Shit. I didn't read the signals and he was too bashful. We'll remedy that. He's a cool dude. I'd do him.
All the time we missed. No, that's not right. He could have gotten in a lot of trouble, in the outside world. Then again, the wrestling rooms are open to family.
Dammit.
I walked up just as a space plane floated down. The stairs folded down and he walked off. The stairs closed and the plane took off.
With no one flying it. Bill saw my reaction and laughed.
"Is everything autonomous? Are you human?" I asked, laughing.
"Not everything and maybe," he said, with a smile. An enigmatic smile and you don't get to use that word often, now do you? He held out his arm and I took it and we walked in together.
"Did you say maybe to my question about whether you're human?" I asked. He just shrugged. He has a point. I'm on a date at Morton's with a 4-year-old who flew in his space plane. Maybe it is.
"Ah, Prince Bill," said the maître d'. "We've been told to expect you." I could see Bill actually wince.
"I hate that shit," thought Bill, to me. "It was a joke." Bill finished just as we sat down.
"Not for you," I said. "It is really not. You were born a Prince of the Kingdom of Dionysus. No matter how it started, for your entire life it has been real."
He sat there for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"Thank you," he said. "That was a helpful perspective." Just then a man wheeled up a small cart, just loaded with wines. I go to the school here. Wine is not foreign to me. I don't drink it often and I'm a bit of a wine snob. Hey, it is free. There were eight bottles on the cart. There was over $300,000 in wine on the cart. Feel free to do the math.
"Would you prefer a red or a white?" asked Bill. "I tend to break tradition and pair a white with steak."
"I prefer the red," I said, rattling off the name of one on the cart.
"We'll have that," he said and added a bottle of white. Yes, over $70K in two bottles. The family at the next table noticed.
Isn't there a family at the next table a lot? I guess, in a restaurant, there is always a family at the next table, but you know what I mean. I laughed, because it was the teenage daughter that knew the wines and she was trying to hide her shock. Then again, her little brother had a similar expression. There is a story there.
"Want to explain getting served in a Cleveland restaurant?" I said, and Bill laughed.
"The family owns the restaurant," he said, smiling.
"Uh huh," I said. "Morton's is part of Landry's."
"Yes, it is," said Bill, tasting the white. His smile said it was good. I got to taste the red.
With a matching smile. Freaking heaven.
Bill looked over at the other table.
"Which ones are your favorites?" said Bill, to their table, while pointing at the wines left on the cart.
"I'm afraid we're not that knowledgeable in wine," said the mom.
Bill waited them out. You could see the young woman was conflicted, but the young man was not.
He rattled off the names of both a red and a white. Bill nodded and the sommelier opened them both. He went over and put a taste of each into a glass. The young man picked up the red and the young woman shrugged her shoulders and picked up the white. They both tasted it and nodded.
While their parents looked on in shock.
"We're on a first date," said Bill. "But why don't you join us for dessert. Your dinner is on me."
The sommelier worked their way around their table and served the preferred wine to all of them. The parents just stared at their glasses, while the kids enjoyed a sip.
"Probably time to tell them the stories, whatever they are," I said, to the kids. They laughed. We turned back to our table.
"So your family owns Landry's. That's a big sale. I'm surprised I didn't read about it. When did the deal close?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Just today. What a coincidence," said Bill.
"You bought an entire multi-billion dollar company so you could have wine with dinner," I said. "Did you buy the Rockets too?"
"Yes, the Rockets are part of the family now as well," said Bill.
"Threading the needle there on your phraseology, my friend," I said. Bill laughed.
"I didn't buy it because I wanted to drink wine. I bought it because I was supposed to buy it," said Bill. What?
Oh.
"You mean those feelings I have are real?" I asked. I knew that side of the building was clear. I knew it. Bill's eyebrows went to the ceiling and then slowly went down.
"You knew that side of the building was clear," said Bill. "But you hadn't actually checked." I just nodded.
"Big thing or little thing. All the same," said Bill. "What's the big bet that is rolling around in your head?"
"Progressive Insurance," I said. "You already own much of the industry, but they're a real leader. I'd also pick up Goodyear in Akron. Here's my thinking. In the case of Progressive, the name alone, along with their leading edge tech, is a benefit. In the case of Goodyear, their value is their workforce and their damn near domination of rubber futures. It is a declining resource. Synthetics are almost all petroleum based."
"Have you run the numbers?" asked Bill. I just waited him out until he laughed.
"You wouldn't have proposed it if the numbers didn't work," said Bill.
"Yes, that's true," I said. "But I believe in these two."
Bill gave me a huge smile.
"Expand to Ohio," said Bill.
"Kroger, but I'd buy Albertson's and merge them," I said.
"And," said Bill. How the fuck did he know there was an and?
"I think I could pick up L Brands, which owns Victoria Secret and Bed Bath and Beyond," I said. "They're struggling. This one seems contrary to the direction of retail, but I've just got a gut feel that we could leverage the brand within HT."
"OK," said Bill. We left it there and moved on to other topics. Bill is so damn funny, and he has such a dry sense of humor. You can see his dad's humor and his mom's fire.
He's a pretty special dude.
Hey, wait.
"What did you mean OK?" I asked.
"I think the word is pretty clear," said Bill, with a smirk.
Just then, I got a text. On the new phone that I just got yesterday.
Acquisitions complete
"What the fuck?" I said. Did I mention that the family had joined us?
I showed Bill the text and he laughed.
He did say OK.
"Oh, what did you buy?" said Caitlan. To me.
"Why did you ask me?" I said.
"Because you got the text," said Jaylon. "Duh. Can I guess?"
I nodded. What the fuck else would I do. I'm still befuddled.
And yes, I said befuddled.
"I'm guessing Goodyear," said Jaylon. "Primarily for the rubber futures. Oh, and the workforce. The kingdom is still people constrained."
"I'm guessing Progressive," said Caitlan. "Their tech is excellent, but throw in innovations that Bob, Rylee, or even Colby could add, and it would be stratospheric. You'd have to manage it to ensure your competitive ownerships were on a level playing field."
"Could have been groceries. Maybe Kroger, although I'd merge Albertson's in too," said Jaylon.
"Oh, Oh," said Caitlan. "Victoria Secret, or better yet L Brands. I'd pass Victoria Secret to HT, but honestly, I'd close Bath & Body Works. They can't compete anymore. Maybe make them community centers. That would bring your world into a lot of places. There are over 1,600 stores."
"Those are all obvious," said Caitlan. "My favorite would be LexisNexis. Information is king. They're based here in Ohio but are owned by RELX out of the UK. If you couldn't peel off LexisNexis, I'd buy all of RELX. In fact, that might be my first choice."
"We bought all of them except LexisNexis," I said. "I think. I honestly don't quite know. Bill, what the heck."
"Yeah, you bought them all," said Bill. Then he took a sip of his wine and smiled at me. I'm going to surprise him.
"OK," I said.
Ah. I didn't surprise him.
"Dad told me the story," thought Bill.
"What happened to discretion?" I thought to Bill, who smiled really big back at me.
Which led to me trying to have a quiet orgasm. Which was modestly successful. It didn't fool Jaylon or Caitlan though.
Interesting.
"Dad told me the story about your being on a Zeta team," thought Bill. "Nothing more. You know the motto."
Discretion above all.
Just than Caitlan got a text. She pulled out a phone similar to the one I had until yesterday. An aging iPhone. She turned the phone to show everyone.
Acquisition complete
Then a second text came in and we saw it before she did.
Appointment with leadership, 10am Monday. London
Bill looked at me. I just shook my head no.
That's when Tally laughed in our heads again.
"Can someone explain all this to me?" said Lauren. Their Mom.
"It appears I have just purchased RELX, which is based in the UK," said Caitlan. "I have an appointment with their leadership at 10 in London, on Monday."
Both Lauren and Tyrone laughed. Did I mention the kids are mixed and simple stunning?
"Sure," said Tyrone. "I'm assuming you'll get there by space plane?"
Caitlan looked at me. I looked at Bill. Bill laughed.
"Yes, of course," he said.
The funny thing is the night ended early and we didn't invite the family with us.
Darn it.
We did go back to Bill's hotel suite, and Lenny joined us.
We had quite a night.
Nimah again. Bill was too discrete to do it, so I'll tell the story of how I am on a Zeta team. The why I am on a Zeta team never made sense until it did and somehow that makes sense too.
I was hanging around the dealership one day, which I did a lot. It was latchkey at home or hang around and have fun, so I did my homework in an empty office and then sold some cars. I would just walk up to families looking at the cars and strike up a conversation. I'd ask them a question or two and they'd share all the details about what they were looking for. I think it was me being a kid. Just a conversation.
My close rate is nearly 100%. Now before you start thinking stereotypical negative things about car salespeople, I was always fair. I didn't sell a single vehicle where they could have gotten a better deal anywhere else.
One day, there was a young couple with their daughter. I remember thinking that the daughter seemed a bit old for the age of the parents but as I got closer I realized why.
You would have to have been Rumpelstiltskin to not know Queen Amy, Pari, and King Bob. They were standing next to a Supra. A deep burgundy one. The color popped.
I decided to just ignore it. What else could I do?
"Is there anything I can tell you about the car? My grandfather owns the dealership and I've picked up a few things," I said.
Pari laughed.
"Nicely played," she said. "Just ignore who we are and go into the pitch. Sure, I'll buy the car, but honestly, I think they're kind of ugly." I admit I laughed.
"Yeah, me to," I said. Which led to granddad walking over to see what was going on.
Granddad has not been sleeping for twenty years. He is clearly also awestruck.
"The mute guy over here is my grandfather, Clayton," I said.
Granddad shook a little, like he was shaking himself out of something.
"An honor, your highnesses," said Granddad.
Queen Amy looked annoyed, King Bob laughed, and Pari smirked. I think that accurately reflects their reaction to the sobriquet your highnesses.
Do I get bonus points or something for sobriquet? Surely there are bonus points.
"I'll reward you later," said Pari. "And cut it out with the Queen and King shit."
Um, I don't think she said that out loud.
"I didn't," said Pari, in my head. "Just roll with this please. We need your help and you're more powerful than you realize."
This should work.
"I know I can fly," I thought. Pari is now laughing in my head.
"Well that's good," she thought.
"Are you here to recruit Nimah?" asked Granddad. Recruit? I guess that should be out loud.
"Recruit?" I asked.
"To a Zeta team," said Granddad.
Say what.
"You knew that?" asked Pari, who appears to be in charge.
"Let's call it an inference," said Granddad. "She's quite powerful, but untrained."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.
"Language," I heard in my head. From Pari, Bob, and Amy.
Then I heard jinx in my head. From Pari. Which made them all laugh in my head.
Kinda weird.
I felt more that saw a movement to my side. I turned just as Granddad's fist came hurtling to my face. I instinctively reached up to catch his fist, knowing it would be useless.
Except it wasn't. I caught his fist and he tried to power through, but he couldn't.
No matter how hard he pushed, I held him still.
Which is when Pari took a swing at me. I caught it with my other hand. Finally they both let up.
"What else can I do?" I asked. Well, a fair question.
"Do I have your permission to demonstrate?" asked Pari.
"For you I have no boundaries, but that was a silly question, because you looked me up in the app," I said. Hey, I go to the school. Of course I am in the app.
"Fair enough," said Pari. Which is when I just exploded. As in vibrated and squirted. Drenched that pair of shorts. I finally recovered. Amy reached into her shoulder bag and handed me new shorts. Cheer shorts.
Well, bashful isn't part of Zeta, so I looked around to ensure it was OK and peeled off my shorts and pulled on the new ones.
Smiles all around. Even Granddad. Shit. I should have caught that now that I write the story. I do have a cute little pussy.
Just then my best friend Lenny ran up, trailed by his parents, who almost saw my pussy. Oh. Lenny and his dad are hard. I inferred they saw my pussy.
My cute little pussy.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Not that you aren't welcome."
"I needed to be here," he said. Then he shrugged.
"He insisted we had to come," said Marina. His dad nodded too.
"Yeah, good call," said Pari, who still seems to be in charge. Pari in charge.
That's a porn I want to be in.
"We'll make it," thought Pari, who hit me with just a little tingle. Oh joy.
Which is how Lenny and I got on a space plane that drifted down from the sky and flew to Dionysus with the monarchs and our families let us do it.
Certainly a Top 10 weirdest day of my life.
"Oh come on," said Lenny. "We both know this is number one."
Which was when he realized I hadn't said it. I hadn't said it and he heard it.
"I accept," I said. It took Lenny a little longer than I expected to get it, but he did.
I was now traveling to Dionysus with my fiancé. Lenny being earlier in the story makes more sense now, doesn't it, and yes, the fact that I have a fiancé did not mean I couldn't go out on a date with Bill.
Dionysus, after all.
We got strapped in and Amy sat back with us. Pari is in the pilot's seat and Bob is the co-pilot. We just shot into the air, going higher and higher. Finally she leveled off and told us to undo our seatbelts.
We floated up and out of our seats. It was freaking cool. We are in space. How in the fuck did my day end up with me in space?
Bob walked over and it looks like he is going to open the door.
We're in space. Bob is going to open the door. I looked at Lenny and he's smiling. Clearly he is not getting it.
"Oh I get it," said Lenny. "They never pressurized the plane."
That doesn't make sense. I guess I should say that out loud.
"No need to say it out loud, dear," said Amy. "Lenny is right." With that, Bob threw open the door. Into space.
And stepped out. Amy took my hand and Pari took Lenny's. They pulled us outside the plane. Which is where it got a little weird.
Yes, I just said we were outside the plane and then it got weird. By now, you had to have guessed that Lenny and I have been sexually active for a long, long time.
Which leads me back to the orgy in space. A very fine orgy. Oh God, Bob is incredible. Lenny is special, but Bob is more highly skilled.
"I agree," thought Lenny. "But I can learn."
Then again, watching Bob power fuck Lenny was amazing.
While Pari and Amy went down on me. Outdoors. In space.
We finally flew back inside and yes, that happened too. Bob shut the door and we all sat down.
"It is a very quick and simple test. If you start having any difficulty breathing, we would have immediately dropped back down. But you didn't, even when we left the atmosphere," said Pari.
And that's how we ended up in Zeta training.
Favorite line: It feels like we have devalued Queenhood.
| Name | Chapters | Age | Description when introduced | Stats when introduced |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Bob | All | 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 | 6,8,11,14-139 | 15 | Boat sales person but becomes more | 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples |
| Tim | 1,2-3,7-8,24,27-28,41,51,65,67,70-71,83,95,99-101,105,108,115,124,128,130,139 | 29 | Jim's friend | 6'8" (203 cm) -- Black, fit, gorgeous, 12-inch (30.5 cm) cock |
| Hunter | 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-86,90-91,93-94,96,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,114-117,121-123,129,132,134-136,138-139 | 15 | Leslie's new friend | 5'0" (152 cm) - cute as hell, 3-inch (8 cm) cock |
| Hallie | 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,115-117,121-123,132,134-136,138-139 | 15 | Hunter's twin sister | 4'8" (142 cm) - small A cup |
| Gabe | 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-105,107,109-114,116-117,119,123-124,126-130,132,136,138-139 | 15 | Juanita's brother | 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock |
| Jackson | 6,7,16,18-22,24,26-27,31,45,49,123,139 | Thirties | Party planner | 5'11" (180 cm) - skinny, black hair, almost emo |
| Sophia | 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-139 | 22 | New Italian friend and Goddess | 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup |
| Luca | 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-139 | 17 | Sophia's son | 5'9" (175 cm) -- chiseled, male Sophia, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock |
| Elena | 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,30-31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54,56-58,60-63,65-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-82,87,95-96,101,104,106-107,111-116,118,125-126,128,130,132,139 | 13 | Sophia's daughter | 4'5" (135 cm) - sexy AF |
| Noah | 17,18,24,27-28,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44,46,48,51,57,63-66,69,71,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90-92,95-98,101-102,107,109,114,116-117,119,121,130,135-139 | 15 | Chris' new friend | 5'7" (170 cm) - thin, 5-inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls |
| Carter | 23,34,50,65,70,139 | 14 | Audrey's son | 5'2" (157 cm) - average, 5-inch (13 cm) uncut cock |
| Caroline | 23,34,50,65,139 | 13 | Audrey's daughter | 4'11" (150 cm) - flat, cute |
| Grace | 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,110,112-115,117-120,126,129,132,134-136,138-139 | 18 | Just Grace | |
| Bill | 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104-105,107,109-112,114-116,118-123,125-130,132,134-136,138-139 | 4 | Bob and Amy's son | |
| Jessica | 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-132,134-139 | 4 | Bob and Amy's daughter | |
| Tomas | 46,52,55-57,61,63,66-76,78-87,89-90,92-96,98-99,101-110,112,115-117,119-121,124-125,128-130,134,136,138-139 | 13 | Vincente's son | 5'4" (163 cm) - Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6-inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock |
| Pari | 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-130,132-139 | 11 | Alea and Sargon's daughter | 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps |
| Kevin | 49,50-53,56-57,62,66-69,73,76-77,82-83,92,97,100-101,103,115,123-124,126,139 | 15 | Homeless kid that Leslie rescues in New York | 6'0" (183 cm) -- Tall, really thin, 6-inch (15 cm) cut cock |
| Gina | 55,56,66-70,76-77,81-83,92,97,100-101,103,108,115,124,126,128,130,136,139 | 13 | Orlando's new friend | 4'11" (150 cm) - Stunning, blonde, gorgeous, all girl with a 4-inch (10 cm) cock |
| Mary Lou | 59,61,66,69-70,73,76,82,85-86,89-96,104,106,112,123,126,139 | 11 | New assistant for Bob and Amy | 5'0" (152 cm) - dark long hair, cute, tom boy, nipple bumps |
| Morgon | 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119,122,126-127,130,132,135,137-139 | 8 | TJ's sister | 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing |
| Cassie | 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104-110,112,115,117,119,123,127-130,132,135,139 | 12 | Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend | 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup |
| Cepos | 83,90,96,100-101,111,126,130,139 | 14 | Diane's brother | 6'0" (183 cm) - Black hair, ripped, 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock |
| Camron | 91,97,100,107-110,113,115,117,127-128,139 | 12 | Software engineer, takes over Lyft | 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, black, thin, 7-inch (18 cm) average cock |
| Akira | 91,97,100,107-110,113,115-117,127-128,139 | 14 | Camron's sister, mentor, business leader, co-owner of Lyft | 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, black, thin, B cup |
| Nylah | 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-139 | 6 | The newest family members | 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie |
| Colby | 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-139 | 6 | The newest family members | 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando |
| Frida | 95,99,106,109,113-114,118,126,130,132,139 | 9 | Student at the Berlin school | 4'10" (147 cm) - Blonde, thin, nipple bumps, undeveloped |
| Nickie | 115,127,139 | 9 | Gus', the marina manager's, granddaughter | 4'7" (140 cm) - Brown hair, thin, nipple bumps |
| Karolina | 123,124,128,132,135-136,138-139 | 11 | Adorable violinist from Santa Monica | 4'10" (147 cm) - Brown hair, thin, tiniest of nipple bumps |
| Leo | 123,128,139 | 1 | Karolina's brother | |
| Kayla | 139 | 8 | Fun girl in the restaurant | 4'1" (124 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, thin, flat |
| Olympia | 139 | 16 | Girl at the gas station | 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark blonde, fit, sexy, B cup |
| Booker | 139 | 16 | Olympia's twin brother | 5'9" (175 cm) - Dark blonde, fit, wiry, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock |
| Nella | 139 | 12 | Olympia's sister | 4'11" (150 cm) - Brown hair, thin, A cup |
| Nikita | 139 | 12 | Nella's twin | 4'11" (150 cm) - Brown hair, thin, A cup |
| Hamilton | 139 | 10 | Olympia's brother | 5'0" (152 cm) - Dark blonde, skinny, 5-inch (13 cm) thin uncut cock |
| Dex | 139 | 10 | Hamilton's twin | 5'0" (152 cm) - Dark blonde, skinny, 5-inch (13 cm) thin uncut cock |
| Marc | 139 | 43 | President of Stanford | 6'3" (191 cm) - Dark hair, trim, 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock |
| Todd | 139 | 46 | CFO of Stanford | 5'11" (180 cm) - Blonde, fit, 6-inch (15 cm) cock |
| Abigayle | 139 | 38 | Todd's wife | 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, trim, C cup |
| Gaven | 139 | 10 | Todd and Abigayle's son | 4'11" (150 cm) - Blonde, thin, wiry, 4-inch (10 cm) cock |
| Laila | 139 | 5 | Cute girl at the marina | 3'0" (91 cm) - Dark hair, funny, flat |
| Nimah | 139 | 9 | Car sales person | 4'6" (137 cm) - Blonde, cute, nipple bumps |
| Tally | 139 | 1 | Baby that was being abused | |
| Lenny | 139 | 10 | Nimah's fiance | 4'6" (137 cm) - Dark hair, thin, 4-inch (10 cm) uncut cock |
| Caitlan | 139 | 13 | Kid at the restaurant | 5'1" (155 cm) - Brown hair, cheerleader fit, B cup |
| Jaylon | 139 | 9 | Caitlan's brother | 4'5" (135 cm) - Brown hair, fit, 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock |
| Lauren | 139 | 35 | Caitlan and Jaylon's mom | 5'7" (170 cm) - Brown hair, curvy, C cup |
| Tyrone | 139 | 37 | Caitlan and Jaylon's dad | 6'3" (191 cm) - Dark hair, Black, fit and muscular, 8-inch (20 cm) thick uncut cock |
| Clayton | 139 | 71 | Nimah's granddad | 5'9" (175 cm) - Dark hair, thin and wiry |
| Marina | 139 | 34 | Lenny's mom | 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, athletic, B cup |