31 May 2021

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The Mavs

Cassiopeia here. I am so excited. I'm going to a Mavericks game! Phary was taking Dad, Parker, and me. She promised we had good seats, too.

Hot damn!

By now I realize that Bob owns the Magic and that Morgon owns the Pacers. The Mavericks play the Pacers and Morgon and Pari are coming to the game. Yay! I really like Pari. Oh heck. I like every single person I've met.

For example, I recently met Horacio.

Horacio is a sweetheart. We had the nicest lunch.

Not what you expected was it?

Well good, because we fucked like rabbits all afternoon long. The man has skills.

Back to now. The four of us piled into my Jeep. I let Dad drive. He feels better driving and I'm cool with that. He will only drive it as a car though. No flying for him. Phary suggested we go early which was good since there was a lot of traffic.

Dad really did need to learn to fly the car.

When we got there Phary showed a parking pass and they moved some cones and sent us down a special lane. Phary pointed at our place. It was marked Owner's.

Probably a leftover sign. Phary gave us lanyards with some kind of pass and we headed through a door marked owner's entrance. This was a little weird. Maybe because Morgon is at the game. That had to be it. As we walked through a back hall, several people stopped to introduce themselves.

To me. This was a little weird. They were saying things like glad to have you as part of the team and looking forward to working with you.

Phary has quite a smirk. Dad and Parker are confused too. Finally I took Phary's arm and pulled her to the side of the corridor. Dad and Parker stopped too.

"Spill it," I said and Phary laughed.

"You said you were the biggest Mavericks fan in the world," said Phary. "You meant it, right?" Tony laughed.

"Yeah that fits," said Tony.

"OK. Then come with me," said Phary who walked away down the hall. We went around a corner and came to what was clearly the Mavericks dressing room. There was a guard outside who nodded at us. Phary smiled at him and walked by, waving us to follow.

Into the locker room. Before the game. We walked in and wow. Suddenly someone broke into applause and everyone started clapping. Someone else called out my name.

WTAF. Phary couldn't stop laughing. I looked up and Coach Carlisle walked up and introduced himself.

To me. I turned to Phary.

"What in the hell is going on?" I said, a little more forcefully than I intended. Coach Carlisle looked at Phary.

"She seriously doesn't know yet?" asked the Coach. Phary was laughing again and shaking her head no.

"Well, you said you were their biggest fan," said Phary. She didn't. She couldn't.

"Nice to meet you, boss," said Coach Carlisle. His grin was as big as Phary's.

"OK maybe everyone else knows what is going on but I'm lost," said Parker.

"Cassiopeia is the new owner of the Mavericks," said the coach. He led us over to a bulletin board. There was a big headshot of me and a press release talking about how I bought the team from Mark Cuban.

"It is great that the ownership will continue with the team's number one fan," said Mr. Cuban.

In the press release.

"This is a pretty elaborate joke, Phary," said Dad.

Phary just shook her head no.

"Not a joke," said Phary. "Cassiopeia is family. She likes the Mavericks. Mark wanted to sell. He had mentioned it to Bob and Morgon figuring the family might buy it. We needed someone that was a Mavericks fan that lived in Dallas. Now Cassiopeia owns the Mavericks. It makes perfect sense."

All three of them stared at me. Rick, Coach Carlisle, couldn't stop laughing.

"Are you OK with this?" asked Phary. "I guess I should have asked."

"What do I need to do?" I asked.

"Talk to Bob. Talk to Morgon. Ask them what they do. They mostly leave it to the professionals. They're pretty opinionated though. I know they are both heavily involved in personnel decisions."

"OK," said Cassiopeia. "I'm in." That got another round of applause. I think some of the guys liked us too. They were dressing for the game, remember?

At least half of them were hard. An impressive group too. I'd do'em all. In a row. Could I call a gangbang in the locker room?

Maybe after the game. If Phary doesn't beat me to it.

Nah. Not in the U.S. of A.

Damn. I have. He's cute.

Endowed too. Hey, I said at least half of them were hard. Probably an overshare, but, well, damn.

My team, my pen

Well fuck. This has been a bit of a whirlwind. Working in the pro shop, part-time. Enrolled in the upcoming LPGA school.

Owner of the Mavericks.

Just an average month for a 13-year-old.

Do you know what? In the new world in which I appear to live, it just might be.

I'll be damned. I own the Mavericks. I found out that I have my own suite and parking spots, plus four seats on the bench. Pari walked over to me.

"You own the American Airlines Center too," she whispered. "Oh, and the hockey team. The Stars. They wanted to sell too."

Of course I do. I don't know much about hockey, but I can learn. Do I get to go in that dressing room too?

The answer is yes, yes I do. Now, I don't do it, in either dressing room, without loudly announcing myself. Finally each coach pulled me to the side and told me to stop that. I was family and no one cared.

Well then maybe I'll walk into the locker room the next time naked.

Phary loved the idea and was all in.

So we did. We were making a point. If they're not embarrassed, we're not embarrassed. Sure. That's why we did it. We actually had a bet about how many cocks would get hard. I bet on 100%, but Phary gave me odds. She bet on below 90%.

We have no idea what we bet. We just know it is sexual.

In the end, I won. All the players. All the staff, including the coaches. Also, the assistant coach's wife, Stefanie.

Which appeared to be new news to everyone except said assistant coach. He just smiled. She just smiled.

Everybody smiled.

Then Luka asked me out. Then he asked out Phary and suggested all three of us go to dinner. Together.

"Are you sure you'll survive the night?" I asked.

"Are you sure I don't think it is worth the risk?" asked Luka, with a smile. And an impressive hard-on. Which he wasn't covering. Phary turned and raised her eyebrows. I knew what the question was and nodded.

Which is why that drop of precum on Luka's cock is gone. Because I licked it off.

I'm a fun team owner.

Let's start with golf

Luka is a hunk. Let's just get it out there. This is Phary. I'll be the scribe. We're going on our first threesome date.

Don't get too excited. Yet. We're going to play golf. Somehow it came up that Cassiopeia and I play, and he mentioned that he wasn't very good, but he enjoyed it. We suggested a tee time on Saturday, at Pari's resort. He was surprised we could get a time, since it is the hottest club in town now. Dionysus will do that for a property. He knows we're somehow connected to Dionysus but not completely how. Hell, we don't quite understand it either, Luka.

He also doesn't follow golf. Well, that's interesting. It isn't like we're well-known and on the tour, but there has been a little buzz. Oh, there he is. Nice car. A Mercedes GT-S convertible. We pulled in next to him. Cassiopeia is driving. We're pretty easy to spot in a pumpkin orange Jeep. We all got out and exchanged hugs. We're a hugging culture. Luka seems to appreciate it, although that looks painfully uncomfortable. Cassiopeia walked up close to him.

"Would you like me to adjust that?" she said. He looked confused, then finally understood. I moved in a little closer to block any view. He nodded vigorously.

Cassiopeia didn't just try to adjust it from the outside. She slid her hand into his shorts and did it properly. When she pulled her hand out of her pants, it was clearly covered in precum.

Which she licked off. Then she went in for a quick kiss.

He liked it. Hell, everyone loves kissing Cassiopeia, but you get the idea. It was a brief kiss but did involve tongue and I actually saw the precum move from Cassiopeia to Luka. He swallowed and kept smiling, so that's encouraging.

"So, Luka, who's number one on your list of Dionysus men?" asked Cassiopeia. A bold question and in the time it took you to read a bold question he responded.

"Tomas," said Luka. "Although the list is pretty long."

Cassiopeia and I looked at each other smiled. This was a positive development.

"Well we do need a fourth," I said. "And our tee time isn't for almost a half hour."

He arrived in 15 minutes. He came down the stairs and we did the introductions. Oh there was sparking. Particularly given he brought Ruby with him.

Yeah, I get it.

"I'm just going to ride along," said Ruby. "If that's OK." Oh we all yelled it.

"Yes!" we yelled. Including Luka.

Who said "jinx".

Now we're in the parking lot and Luka is giving one hell of a kiss.

To Cassiopeia. Oh you were guessing Tomas or maybe Ruby. Nope. The rest of us got a kiss, but Luka's eyes were pretty focused. I don't think we're a trio, beyond a loose one. I'm good with that.

After all, imagine the three of us together. Then add in Tomas and Ruby.

Playing golf, you perv. Yeah, not what I meant either.

But we are going to do that first. Cassiopeia and I have our clubs, but Luka and Tomas rented, which is fine. The clubs you rent are much better now. It was Cassiopeia's idea. If they're really better and really worth the money, people will rent them to try them out.

We sell to about 70% that do. Now, our prices are the best you can find too. We also have huge discounts for kids clubs too, basically giving them away. We love the game. Why shouldn't everyone? We also reserve 20% of all tee times as pro bono. You get the idea. Free to those that can't afford it, but the one rule is that at least two of the four in your foursome have to be under 18 and one of those has to be under 10.

I'll take a little tangent because it was fun. It kind of pissed me off at first, but I get it. I happened to be hanging around in the pro shop the other day and Cassiopeia was behind the counter. No, of course she doesn't need to work anymore, but she likes it and still takes hours. She donates her earnings to charity. She says it makes her feel like she is helping a little.

You go, Cassiopeia. But that isn't the tangent. A foursome came in that had one of the free spots. Two dads and their sons. Cute AF sons. Hey, I notice.

You would have too. The other thing I noticed is that the two dads ignored the young men. Completely. As in acted like they just weren't there. They were laughing and joking, while the boys just stood off to the side, looking embarrassed.

My spidey sense is tingling. Now, I am invisible. I am. Not literally, but almost. I'm Asian and I am small. I'm dark Asian too. I don't mean that in a bad way, but there is a caste system and I know where I fit. They headed back out to the parking lot, with the boys faithfully following behind. I went and sat on one of the benches to see what would unfold. They got their carts and drove over to a car. A nice car. A new model Mercedes.

Pro bono, huh? It was parked next to an equally nice BMW, that had two guys standing next to it. Four bags of clubs came out of the trunk and were put on to the carts. I couldn't hear their conversation, but one of the men pointed at the empty bench next to me. The boys turned and I could see their face. They're dejected. Given the four men got in the carts and drove off to the first tee, I am beginning to see why. The boys came and sat on the bench. They just sat there quietly.

Have you figured it out yet? They were expected to sit on that bench while their dads played an entire round of golf. All so the dads could play for free.

I know about it now, so I am going to do something about it, but I am not sure what. I suppose the good news is that I have a few hours to figure it out. I think I'll spend that time rocking their world.

Feels about right, doesn't it? I went inside and told Cassiopeia and we came out together. We're both dressed in shorts and polos, but you know us, they're a little short and a little tight, and a lot braless.

And just a little sheer. Particularly for those of us with dark nipples.

There are some benefits to being dark Asian.

We walked up and stood in front of them. Given they're now uncomfortable in their shorts, it feels like our look is working for them.

"Hi, guys," said Cassiopeia. "If given the choice, would you prefer to spend an afternoon naked in a hotel room with the two of us, or go back to her house where you'll spend a similar afternoon, but add in another dozen or so men and women that would happily join us, including several royals? All of whose time you can enjoy."

"All of them," I added.

"That is an unanswerable conundrum," said the younger boy. "You have given us two choices that are so far beyond anything we have experienced in our lives that to compare them is impossible for us."

"That was pretty fucking smooth," said Cassiopeia, laughing.

"But you have to answer," I said, laughing myself.

"OK," said the older boy. "We would spend the afternoon in the hotel with the two of you."

"Who are your Top 3 people in the kingdom you'd like to fuck?" I asked.

"Not including us," laughed Cassiopeia. The older boy looked at the younger boy, who nodded. An interesting relationship.

"My top 3 are Ruby, Pari, and Tomas," said the older boy. "I'm Ari, by the way, and this is my cousin Nico."

"Pleased to meet you both," said Cassiopeia. She looked at Nico.

"Gina, Maite," said Ari, then he hesitated. We both just smiled and waited him out.

"Jessica," he said, in a rush.

"Oh yeah, I get that one," said Cassiopeia. "Isn't it handy that she's at the house, with her brother Bill. Everyone else on your list is there too. Funny coincidence."

Or at least they would be by the time we got there. This thinking to each other thing is handy, and Cassiopeia is quite good at it.

"Doesn't change our mind," said Nico.

That's when we both got it.

"You're gambling that by making that choice, we'll invite you again to spend time with a larger group too," I said.

"Now, would we be that devious?" asked Nico.

"Yes!" we all shouted, and Nico got it out first. He is now smiling and hopeful.

Deservedly so. I sat right down across his legs. I took each of his hands and put them on my breasts. OK, puffies, but he seems to like them. I made sure I settled down on his hard cock. I started rocking a little and leaned in for the kiss.

Which is freaking spectacular. Top ten, maybe top 3.

I started cumming almost instantly. We went on for a surprising amount of time until he grabbed me by the waist and stood up quickly, lifting me to my feet in the process, breaking the kiss.

"Well played," said Cassiopeia. Yeah, it was. Can't be sticky in your shorts. OK, I am, but it isn't as bad as it would have been for him. My nice white conservative shorts are now nice white sheer shorts.

No one appears to be complaining.

"Don't I get a kiss?" asked Ari.

"Sure," said Nico. He sat across Ari's legs and let me tell you, I learned at least seven new things that go into an amazing kiss.

They have clearly been practicing together.

Yay!

Finally Nico sat back, and Cassiopeia sat down on his legs. She matched me move for move, but she slid his hands inside her shirt.

Damn. Wish I'd thought of that.

By now a little crowd had gathered of four other kids. Enjoy the show, kids.

Aw shit.

Ari and Nico know all four kids.

They spend a lot of time waiting for their families to play. The new kids are three boys and a girl. None from the same family, but Jaycie and Aria are friends and Antoine, and Bryson are friends. In Jaycie and Aria's case, it is their moms. In Antoine and Bryson's case it is their dads.

The four adults are playing together. To cap it all off, they get a hotel room for several hours after.

None of them are married to each other.

Well ain't that fun. At least that foursome pays for their golf, but it is still a pretty shitty thing to do to your kids. 11, 10, 9, and 9. Hispanic, Asian, Black, and White.

A regular little United Nations.

For the win.

Nico and Cassiopeia broke their kiss in exactly the same way. Nico's pretty strong. I'm tiny. Cassiopeia is not. She's taller and athletic.

Fucking gorgeous too.

"Hi guys," said Ari. This is where we finally did the introductions. Then Nico turned to me, so they couldn't see, and raised his eyebrows.

I laughed.

"Your call, dude," I said. "I sure wouldn't complain." He turned back to the group.

"If you had the choice of an afternoon in a hotel room, with the eight of us, doing everything you've ever imagined, or an afternoon with eight of us and also your Top 3 biggest fantasies from Dionysus, which would you pick?"

"That's easy," said Aria. "The afternoon in the hotel. Are you kidding? A nice 5 to 3 ratio. It would be awesome."

"Five?" asked Nico, and Aria laughed.

"Really?" said Aria, smiling. "You didn't know?"

"Know what?" asked Nico.

"That makes me happier than you can imagine," said Aria. Aria is wearing a loose little sundress. She took the front of it and pressed it tight to her body.

Outlining her very hard cock.

When the opportunity presents itself, you do the chant.

Except this time, all eight of us yelled "yay" and threw our hands in the air.

"This is going to be awesome," said Aria.

Why yes, Aria, it is.

"Well then it is settled," said Cassiopeia. "We'll spend a few hours together, then tell all your parents that you're spending the rest of the weekend at Phary's house."

"Yeah, like that would happen," said Jaycie. Cassiopeia and I laughed.

"Girl," said Cassiopeia. "They're stepping out on their spouses and you know it. They'd let you spend the weekend on the space station."

"We should spend the weekend on the space station," I said. "After our afternoon in the hotel."

Well, we should.

"I can only get a room with two Queen beds," said Cassiopeia. Yeah, we can think reservations now too. It is pretty handy.

"Seems perfect to me," said Aria.

Yes it does. Yes it does.

"Which one of you can safely drive a golf cart? I asked. Aria and Bryson raised their hands. We walked over to the carts.

"Hop in," I said. "We'll take them over to the hotel."

"We'll get in trouble," said Ari, clearly concerned.

"Dude," I said. "We're going to spend the afternoon in a hotel suite, naked and exhausted. We can take the carts."

"Point taken," said Ari. We all hopped in carts. I ended up with Antoine. He is freaking adorable. I'll describe them all when we get them naked. OK, I'll describe Antoine now. He's 9, which I already said. Tall, at about 5'0". Thin but strong. You know the look. He's also tenting out his shorts quite nicely.

Quite nicely. Spoiler alert: an 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock.

Yeah baby.

We pulled into the hotel and parked in the cart lot and walked inside. Several people waved at us and a couple came in for the hug.

We do like hugs.

"You like hugs, don't you?" asked Aria. I couldn't resist. I stopped and turned and opened my arms.

She melted into my arms. I hugged her tight, pulling her hard cock against my pussy. She ground against me a little.

Oops. Cleanup in the lobby. Sorry I left a puddle. Aria broke the hug and cut it a little too close. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths for a bit and finally opened her eyes.

"I'm good, I'm good," she said. Then her eyes almost rolled up into her head and she clearly has sticky panties now.

We did bring in the big guns. We'll let them tell their story.

The big guns

I don't exactly get how we're the big guns. Hell I don't get any of this. I was a young, naive, horny nursing student. Pretty much describes me. I guess technically I am a young, horny nurse now. Just not so naive.

Definitely still horny.

You have figured out this is Amy. I'm sitting on a bench in Dallas, outside the Four Seasons Golf club, on the bench normally occupied by Ari and Nico. Next to the two benches on which the other kids sit. Pari has already coached the staff on looking for abandoned kids and people that are cheating the system on the pro bono rounds.

Pari is also sitting on the bench between us. Bob and me. I admit, I don't sit on a bench well. Not the bench itself, but the waiting. I'm not patient. You might know that about me. We timed it with the golf course's help, so we should only have to wait about 20 minutes, but I still don't wait well.

Pari and Bob are both sitting there, happily enjoying the solitude, just gazing out into space. What the fuck do they even think about?

"Well, I don't know about Bob," said Pari. "But I'm working out the final touches on a new sexual position that only works if you're weightless. We're trying it out later. It is designed for three."

OK, that seems like a good use of your time.

"I'm not thinking about anything," said Bob. "Well I suppose I am, but not anything in particular." Then just a hint of a blush hit him.

Which led to Pari and me just laughing our asses off. We finally calmed down and Pari looked at him and raised just her left eyebrow.

Which means we're all laughing again.

"The time with Sara in the car behind the building," said Bob.

"Yeah," said Pari. "Your first blowjob from Sara. I am sure it is a pleasant memory. She and Nathan are meeting us on the space station later."

"When did you invite them?" asked Bob.

"I don't know," said Pari. "A month or two ago."

Which just makes sense.

Ah showtime.

Pari hopped up and we both stood. She took our hands and walked over to their cars. They were loading their clubs into their trunk. They all turned. They glanced at Bob, then me, and then a little lower at Pari.

As soon as her eyes locked on Pari, one of the women spoke.

"Wow," she said.

The other three looked at her. In case you haven't figured out, this is the second foursome. Haven't seen the first yet.

Of course I know what they all look like. Phary thought it to me.

"What?" said the other woman.

The first woman sighed and turned to us.

"It is an honor to meet you all," she said. OK, that's when we all laugh a bit.

"You all really suck as parents and you're even worse role models," said Pari. Go get'em girl.

"I get that sex with people other than your partners is taboo here but leaving the kids to wait through an entire round of golf and then making them keep the secret?" added Pari. "That sucks."

It confused us when they all laughed.

"Our spouses all hate to golf," said the first woman. "They're all back at our house fucking their brains out. The kids come with us because we give them enough money to get a room in your hotel and do the same thing."

Huh?

"Your kids have been sitting here the entire time," said Pari, with some force.

"So here's the deal," said one of the men. "Their friends Ari and Nico are too proud to go to the hotel with them. They won't do it. Since they won't do it, any time they're here, our kids sit with them."

Well ain't that a turn of events.

"Well, they appear to have been convinced," said Pari. "They're all over in the hotel now, with two friends of ours. Then they're spending the weekend on the space station."

"That is so cool," said the first woman. "Oh, where are my manners. I'm Gretchen and this is my sister Lorelei. He's Bruno and that's his brother Sal. Before your minds wander, yes, we're all joining our spouses in fun too."

"Would you like to go to the space station too?" asked Pari. "All eight of you?"

"Um, yeah," said Lorelei.

Yeah, we were all laughing when the other two carts drove up. We had a minute though. We weren't the first to talk to them.

The local TV station is. We'd found out that they're all prominent attorneys in town.

I think they'll be a little more famous now. I also think that the moms will get custody.

I'll make damn sure of it.

Just then, the two dads stormed over to us. Stormed. It is the perfect description.

"You have kidnapped our children," screamed the first dad.

"They are with a licensed Guardian at Litem," said Pari, so softly. "They've already been reported to the local DFS for abandonment and they released them into the guardian's custody pending a custody hearing."

First I'd heard of that. Where did Pari find a Guardian ad Litem that she'd feel comfortable going to the space station.

"Nylah," said Pari. Ah. Sure.

Even I think we're weird.

Just then a car came into the parking lot fast and two women jumped out. Given the cringe from to the two men, I'm guessing the moms have arrived.

And I would be right. Their first questions set the tone. They cared about Nico and Ari. Did I mention the two moms are identical twins?

I'd do'em. Well, I would.

So would Bob and Pari.

"Where are the kids?" asked the first woman, of Pari. She asked Pari. I love our world.

"They're in the custody of a licensed Guardian ad Litem," said Pari.

"They're safe," she said. Pari laughed.

"Yes, for sure. Also possibly naked. Probably. Definitely," said Pari. The fact that both moms moaned is encouraging. They turned to the men.

"I want a divorce," said both women. Together. They looked at each and both laughed.

"Jinx," said Marlene. We found out the moms are Marlene and Helena. I know the dads' names, but it isn't worth the typing.

They didn't pay off, but that makes complete sense. They didn't want it used in court. They'll pay off.

Later.

We're not sure what is going on

My name is Nico. Somehow I am at the hotel, with our friends, and some new friends. Cassiopeia and Phary.

I'm not sure what is about to happen, but I am seriously up for it. Up for it.

"Oh God, you have got to tell Dad," said a young girl that just walked in with a boy of about her age. Who is undressing. Then he undressed her.

And used his fingers and tongue to get her off.

I think they're about 6. The girl just laughed.

"Good guess on our ages," said the girl. "I'm Nylah and this is my twin brother Colby."

"You didn't recognize them?" said Ari. "Seriously?"

"Well, the context was confusing," I said.

"We're in a Dionysus hotel and they walked in, stripped, and he got her off," said Ari. "What context did you want?"

Point taken.

"So here's the deal," said Nylah, who is naked. Which is distracting.

"Do I have to put clothes on for you to listen?" she said, sternly. Everyone in the room yelled no, including Colby and Nylah.

Then Colby yelled jinx.

Colby is an incredible kisser. Trust me.

That was just a start.

But back to the current situation.

"So here's the deal," said Nylah. "As I started to say. Your dads suck. Big time. I am pretty confident you know that. What they did was not only bad parenting but illegal here."

"We sat on a bench. You flew around the world in a space plane, by yourselves, and are 6," said Nico, who is clearly upset.

"All true statements," said Nylah. "But I live in an entirely different world than you do. I don't know how it is going to go, but we'll do a more in-depth investigation. You need to be prepared for anything from your going back to where you were to your dads lose custody. All tough answers, but the current situation is untenable, and you know it."

"Yeah," said Ari. "We do. We also know that if you investigate, our dads are going to jail. They're not good people."

Oh boy.

Nylah apparently thought that was a good time to kiss Ari. Colby liked the timing, so he kissed Jaycie.

I am now watching the four of them fuck. Why am I watching?

Ah. I am now being quite pleasantly fucked by Aria.

Yay!

We'll just leave it that we exercised all afternoon. Quite athletically.

These kids have skills.

Off to a custody hearing

Nylah here. We're going a little out of order in the journal to finish this thread, although not entirely. The weekend at the space station was postponed until after this court case. I'm off to a custody hearing for Ari and Nico. Marlene and Helena are represented as well. By Hunter and Blake.

The former US Attorney General and the current Dionysus Attorney General.

I'm just their guardian. They've been staying with Colby, Karolina, and me for the last week. No, not in Dionysus. In Dallas, at Mom and Dad's house on the school campus.

It has been fun.

Great fun.

We might not mention the details in court.

Then again, Colby had to clean me out really well, since we cut it a little close on time. I am pretty confident that Marlene and Helena know. A little bit of sex smell, you know.

>From the 6-year-old.

Our life. It's great.

Ah, here comes the judge. I'm told that phrase is meaningful to people my grandparents' age. Or maybe great-grandparents.

I have no idea why. None at all.

The bailiff called the court to order. This is family court, so a little less formal. The two dads are with their attorney. They share one. He's a sleazeball. Then again, they're sleazeballs too, so it feels about right.

"We call the Guardian ad Litem," said their attorney. "She appears to be newly registered. We'd like to understand her qualifications."

I looked at Hunter and Blake and they both nodded.

Then Hunter snorted. OK, dude. It is going to be fun.

I walked around the table and headed up and got into the witness chair. You couldn't really see me well since there is a railing and I'm not much taller than the railing. The judge clearly knows who I am because he is enjoying this. Our opponent must not have done absolutely any homework. He walked up and stared. The bailiff came over holding a really thick lawbook.

I knew the goal. I hopped down and he put the book on my chair, and I hopped back up.

At least I can see over the railing now.

"You're a child," said the attorney.

It wasn't a question, so I just waited.

"Aren't you going to answer?" he said.

"You didn't ask a question," I said. "You made a factually inaccurate statement."

He had to think through what he had said.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Objection, relevance," said Hunter.

"Sustained," said the judge.

The attorney just looked at the judge.

"She's a child!" he said, to the judge. The judge just looked at him.

"Aren't you going to respond, your honor?" he asked.

"You didn't ask a question," said the judge. "You made a factually inaccurate statement. She is an adult in every country in the world. She already said that. Move along."

He kind of shook his head and looked lost, but finally came up with a question.

"How long have you been a Guardian ad Litem?" he asked.

That I can answer.

"While I am newly licensed in Texas, I have held the position in Florida for slightly over a year," I said.

"And how many children have you represented?" he asked.

"A little over 300," I said. OK, mostly one big group, but he didn't ask that.

He looks a little lost again.

"And what is your educational background?" he asked.

"I have multiple bachelor's degrees," I said. "My most relevant is in child psychology. I followed that with master's degrees in child psychology, counseling, and economics. I also have my law degree."

He looks confused again. I might have thrown him off his game a bit.

"You have a law degree," he said.

This is Jeopardy dude. You have to ask it in the form of a question. He finally realized his mistake.

"What school gave you a law degree?" he said, unable to control his snark.

"Harvard," I said. Kind of took the wind out of his sails.

"You've passed the bar," he said.

This is too fun.

"Your honor, can you instruct the witness to answer?" he asked. OK, the judge snorted.

He gets to answer.

"You didn't ask a question," said the judge. Nope. He didn't. There he is, trying to remember what he said.

"What state did you pass the bar in?" he asked.

"All of them," I said. "Plus fourteen other countries, including the UK, France, Germany, Italy, Spain, Japan, China, and Australia."

He didn't stop. Dude, you should stop.

"Have you ever tried a case?" he asked. This is still too fun.

"Yes," I said. He ain't gettin' more.

"In a real courtroom," he said, and I admit, I laughed a bit. While technically not a question, I'm not passing it up.

"I'm undefeated in three cases before the Supreme Court," I said.

Diggin' a hole there, dude.

"And what is your recommendation in this case?" he asked. Dude, that's borderline malpractice. You never do that. An open question of an adversary.

"There is really only one choice," I said. "In both situations, the mothers should be awarded full custody, with significant financial support. The fathers repeatedly put the children in danger, combined with showing extraordinarily bad judgment in their theft of services from the golf club. Not to mention embezzling from their law clients."

"But, but, but," said their lawyer.

Representing the bard there, dude.

"What about the mothers' bad behavior!" said the lawyer.

"No information about bad behavior is in the record," I said. Set me up there again, dude.

"They're sluts!" said the attorney.

"Objection," said Hunter.

"On what grounds?" said the Judge, and Hunter snorted just a bit.

"Relevance. Facts not in evidence. Bad lawyering," said Hunter.

"Bad lawyering isn't objectionable!" shouted their attorney.

"While overall it is objectionable, I'll go with the first two," said Hunter. Their attorney didn't even follow Hunter's point.

Being family court, the judge has latitude and turned to me.

"You have evidence that they also embezzled from their clients?" said the Judge.

Just then two people walked in the back of the courtroom wearing those cool FBI windbreakers.

"Yes, your honor," I said. "These two folks are here to arrest them at the end of the proceedings."

"Well that's a plot twist," said the Judge.

Why yes it is.

"I've heard enough," said the Judge. "I award full custody to the mothers."

Down came the gavel. I really want a gavel. That thing is cool.

The things I could do with a gavel. Just the name. Gavel, gavel, gavel.

Sorry. Thinking about what I would do with a gavel.

The boys are hugging their moms and crying. I went over and took their hands and pulled them over to a bench. I sat them down and stood in front of them.

Fully clothed, in a suit, and they still got hard.

I got somethin' goin' on.

OK, that was ridiculous, given I am 6.

"You're one of the most beautiful women in the world," said Nico.

Bullshit, but I let it drop.

They both laughed, just a bit, which is encouraging.

"The fact that you refuse to believe it just cements our position," said Ari.

I saw the inside of my brain with my eye roll, but let's move on.

"I know you love your dads, and you should," I said. "I'm sorry they will not be a part of your life for a while, but that isn't because of you or what happened at the golf course. They stole money from a lot of people. People that ended up homeless because of it. Old people. Several died. They deserve to go to jail."

"We know," said Ari. "It still sucks. What about those people? What happens to them? What happens to us when they take all our money to pay it back."

I put my hands on my hips and gave them a look. Come on boys, you have to know that won't happen. Have you read anything about us?

"Akimbo!" came a shout. I turned.

The judge. The judge yelled it. We'll just move on.

Although the judge is cute. OK, let's not go there.

"We'll be OK," said Ari. "Thank you for everything. It was a pleasure meeting you all."

I admit, I snorted.

"You're not done with us," I said. "You're part of our world now."

"In a good way," I added.

This is going to suck

Rute here.

With Luke's encouragement, Cassie was going to follow through on prosecuting the men that had abused her. We were going to meet with a senior US attorney from the Southern District of New York. Someone that Sheila and LJ both knew well. Cassie didn't want Luke to come which upset him, but he understood. We weren't going after the man that actually bought her. She still has conflicted feelings there.

She had asked me to come and with her permission I had invited Amai. We needed her counseling skills.

OK, and a cock. Well we did!

Cassie and I spend a lot of time together and have become really close friends. I was older but that was OK. Luke, Cassie, and I had a ton of fun together and yes that's what I meant. I will be thrilled to have Luke back. There is a small window where I turned 18 and he is still 8. Darn it.

It didn't slow me down with Cassie. Then again, pregnant Cassie is pretty overwhelming. In a good way.

We were about to land on the apartment. It was pretty empty these days at least of permanent residents. We'd made sure we had it to ourselves. As much fun as others were, this was some pretty serious stuff. All our meetings were going to be at the apartment too. On Dionysus soil. After all, she is Princess Cassie.

We got settled into the apartment and had lunch. Felipe and Natalia had it waiting for us. Only Amai had ever met them and they were so sweet. We had shared what was going on, with Cassie's permission. They were so kind, but not overly so, if that makes sense. We all knew that this was going to be tough on Cassie. She does want this in the country journal though and asked me to be the scribe. As she put it, people need to know this shit happens. Sadly, I agreed with her. The doorbell rang and Natalia invited them up and then she and Felipe disappeared down to their apartment. Yeah, they'd bought a third apartment.

I don't know why I thought that was worth mentioning.

Two people got off the elevator. The first woman, in a typical dark blue suit, introduced herself as Hadley and she was an assistant US attorney. She was also beautiful, but I guess I shouldn't think about that. With her was a man, and I wasn't sure how Cassie would react. He introduced himself as an investigator and his name was Damian. Holy shit he was a hunk.

Sorry. I pulled Cassie to the side.

"Are you OK that Damian is here?" I asked. She gave me a smile.

"It's fine. I am sure he is a good investigator," said Cassie. "He is making me wet, though." That got an even bigger smile. Me too, Cassie. Me too.

We went into the living room and sat down. Hadley asked Cassie to give her an overview which she did, and you already know.

"That is simply horrible," said Hadley. "But I have to warn you that the legal system is not in your favor. These are likely powerful men, and it is a he said, she said and that will not go in the favor of a 12-year-old girl that was selling herself and is pregnant." Cassie actually smiled.

"First, it started when I was 6-years-old. That's important. Now let me tell you, and show you, why you're wrong," said Cassie. She pulled her backpack into her lap and took out a series of file folders. She handed the first one to Hadley.

"These are pictures of me three nights after I was beaten up," said Cassie. Hadley and Damian both gasped. I'd been there. It was rough. Really rough.

"Do you have anyone that can testify they saw you in this condition?" asked Damian. Cassie nodded towards me.

"I can. Kevin and I found her in the library and took her to the doctor that took these pictures," I said.

"Where is that doctor?" asked Hadley.

"Dionysus. Cassie would not go to a doctor here. The man that did this to her is a doctor," I said.

"How did you get her all the way to Dionysus? That had to have taken days," said Damian. I shook my head.

"We left Dionysus 90 minutes ago and have been here long enough for lunch," I said. We went back and forth a bit and finally I hit the button that opened the glass wall and waved them to follow me out on the patio. Then I turned them around.

So they could see the E-82.

"Speed is not our problem," I said. We went back and forth on the whole teenage pilot thing so I promised them I would take them for a ride so they could testify I could. They had a little trouble controlling their excitement and Cassie laughed. We went inside and sat back down.

"Those photos are helpful, but not proof of any kind," said Hadley.

"I'm not done," said Cassie. She pulled out another file folder but before handing it over she had something to say.

"I worked for a pimp. Not the same man that owned me. He called himself a scheduler. You'll know who he is. He didn't want to just make money off me. He wanted to blackmail them too. He setup a camera inside my backpack to record audio and video. I was to set my backpack up with a view of the bed and I did, faithfully. What he didn't count on was I was smart enough to make a copy of the cards. Which were time and geo stamped. Given how frequently he got a freebie of me, he also didn't count on how many times he would be on the camera. I brought a copy with me, but the originals that I created are locked away. Orlando helped me make printed copies, but you can make your own. This is my scheduler."

She handed a stack of photos to Hadley.

"Oh shit," said Hadley.

"Fuck," said Damian. Cassie just smiled. They looked at the next two photos and both gasped. Cassie handed a stack of the same pictures for Amai and me to see. The first picture was a head shot that clearly came from a screen cap. In the second photo, Cassie is naked, on her knees, and blowing the same guy. In the third one, she was on her knees and he was fucking her doggy style. No wait, one more. Of course. The facial.

"Why did you react like that?" asked Amai. "You know who that is?"

"Yes. It is the oldest son of the most senior judge on the Circuit Court. Possibly the most powerful legal person in a multi-state region," said Hadley. Cassie pulled out another file folder and handed it to Hadley who opened it up and they both looked.

"Jesus fucking Christ," said Damian.

"Not quite, but a great photo isn't it?" asked Cassie. I just looked at her.

"The Judge," said Damian. "It is the freaking Judge." Which led Cassie to the next file folder. She appeared to have a lot of them.

"You have got to be kidding," said Hadley. "This is horrible. Before you ask, this is our boss. The US Attorney for the Southern District of New York."

"Oh I've just started," said Cassie. All in she putted another 23 folders out. Business leaders, musical stars, sports figures.

And a sitting US Senator.

"And you have possession of the cards?" asked Hadley.

"Multiple verifiable copies," said Cassie.

"I don't even know what to do," said Hadley. "How do I go around my boss to the Attorney General? That's just not done."

I knew what to do. I held up a finger and they all waited patiently. I texted someone and waited and got a reply quicker than I thought.

"We need to leave. We have a meeting," I said.

"All of us?" asked Damian. I nodded and led the way to the elevator and onto the plane.

"Where are we going?" asked Hadley.

I took off and explained it was faster just to show them and I needed to focus. It was just a few minutes and I got clearance to land.

On the grounds of the White House. The Secret Service met us and led us into the Oval Office. It is a terrible situation but having Kyrsten as President was going to be helpful. With her was none of the than the Attorney General herself. Look at me. I'm all friends with the President. Then again, I've been in a hell of an orgy with the President that subbed for her. And her husband. And dad. You get the idea.

Come on. Of course it was a woman in this administration. I had quietly gotten Cassie's permission. As she put it, she'd show her bare ass to anyone if these people would go down for it. We went through essentially the same folder process with Kyrsten and the Attorney General. Their shock was no surprise.

"Well fuck," said Kyrsten. "I am so sorry, Cassie. I truly am. I knew it was bad but had no idea. We will deal with this. What's the next step?"

"The simplest solution is a Special Prosecutor," said the Attorney General. Kyrsten nodded and smiled.

"Oh he won't be happy about this," said the Attorney General.

"Show him the pictures," said Kyrsten. "Call him in."

"Wait," I said. "He can't be seen coming in here. He just can't. Let me have his address. I'll have him picked up and we can meet in a safe place guaranteed to be free of prying eyes."

"There's no place that is totally safe," said the Attorney General. Kyrsten snorted. The Attorney General just looked at her.

"Yes, there is," said Kyrsten. "Go with them. Rute, who is picking him up?" I held up a finger, which was a really weird thing to do to the President of the United States. I sent a quick text and got an affirmative reply. I replied with the address.

"Nan," I said. Kyrsten couldn't stop laughing.

"You found a way to make an E-82 for her," said Kyrsten. I shook my head no.

"F-81," I said. That made Kyrsten laugh even more. "All the littles fly F-81s if they don't fly an S-88. Nan likes the 81."

"Just trust them," said Kyrsten. With that, the Attorney General followed us out to my plane. I'll pass the pen to Nan. I suspect most of you figured out where we were meeting and who we were meeting.

The best meeting room off the planet

Nan here. I'll bet my being the pilot caused some hilarity in the Oval Office. Rute will tell me the story. I didn't exactly know what was going on, but I'm pretty aware of the world. I knew exactly who Bob was. Who in the world didn't? Now I had his home address and was about to land in his driveway. Rute had told him to dress no better than business casual and preferably shorts. I dropped the stairs, and he was ready and climbed on board. OK, for an older man, he looked good in shorts and a polo. I'd do him. Darn, I'm still too young. He immediately stuck his hand out.

"It is such a pleasure to meet you," he said. "I'm honored that you're the one to pick me up. Your accomplishments are amazing. You've completely shaken up the origins of the universe. I am hopeful we'll find some time to discuss it. It is a rare opportunity for me."

The dude knew who I was. I'll be darned.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir," I said. "I'd love to have that discussion, but for today I am merely your ferry pilot." No reaction. None at all. Wow.

"Please, it's Bob," he said.

"Would you like to sit in the co-pilot's seat?" I asked. He just held out his arm for me to lead the way. I truly liked this guy. He strapped right in and we were off. The positioning of the station meant we needed to do half a lap. We didn't even really talk. He was clearly enjoying the view. Once I got us up to the proper altitude, I put it on autopilot and slowed it down a bit. I unbuckled my seat belt and when he saw I did, he did too. We used the hand holds and pulled ourselves back into the passenger cabin.

Then we swam around and laughed for a good half an hour. He was clearly having a joyous time.

If only...

Finally an alarm went off, and I shared it was just time for us to strap back in. We got into our seats and I docked. The station had grown since I was here last.

"You don't even seem surprised where we are," I said.

"It seemed logical," said Bob.

"Good point, Mr. Spock," I said. Which is why Rute and the others found us laughing hilariously when we walked through the air lock. The look on the Attorney General's face was priceless. Oh, I'd never met her, but I was sure her reaction was to Bob, bent almost double laughing.

It was funny to us.

I'll pass the pen back now. We'd meet for dinner, but I wasn't part of the discussions. Luke was on the station with Nylah and Colby. Not sure where Karolina is. Luke had stayed away too. He'd come up to get out of the way. Oops.

At least I had ways to fill my time.

Let's just say we wore Colby and Luke out. We're getting a little more open, but not today. Although we did simply destroy three spatulas today. Thankfully, they're recyclable.

What are we going to do?

Rute again. I admit the two of them getting off the plane just laughing was odd. I'll get the story from Nan, or just wait and read it in the journal. We all gathered around a conference table. I don't know why there was a conference room, but it was in a private part of the station, so no one even knew we were here. It might startle our guest a bit what was happening elsewhere. We'd keep them apart.

Bob reviewed all the files with Cassie, and they were already strategizing. He did ask if Cassie had a private attorney and strongly recommended she should. I held up one finger. Somehow that has become my thing. Oh good.

"Five minutes," I said. "Take a break." I went out into the main part of the station into the Gamma resort. Yep, there's Hunter, going down on an adorable young girl while a surprising large man was fucking him in the ass. Hunter is fun. I was going to be a bit longer than five minutes, because I was going to let them finish.

Nope. Finished. Well except for all that cum. I couldn't resist and helped with cleanup. I told Hunter to get dressed and briefed him on the walk back. Right before we went in, he leaned over and licked my chin.

Then he showed me to cum on his tongue. Nice catch, buddy.

Even nicer that he kissed it to me. We went in and did the introductions. I admit I was loving that no one questioned Hunter as Cassie's attorney. We're becoming more mainstream now. It's so freaking cool. Then again, Hunter was the AG before the AG was the AG. Hell, we won't get to, but I'd do everyone in the room.

I'm horny like that. We're all horny like that.

We worked through things for four more hours than called it for the day. I realized we had a food problem. We couldn't go to the restaurant.

"So what are we doing for dinner?" asked Bob M. "Isn't there a restaurant in the resort?"

I just nodded.

"Well, we need to eat. It's nothing we haven't seen," he said. So we had a nice dinner in the restaurant surrounded by naked people of all ages, some of whom spontaneously had sex. Well there is that wait between your order and when the food arrives. There were couches and day beds all around the edges of the room. They were pretty full. We focused on our conversation, but it was a bit distracting. Finally we went back into the family area.

"Well, I stand corrected," said Bob. "There were a lot of things I had never seen. I'm taking several of them home to try." You stud, you.

We had plenty of bedrooms, so we spread out. Well, at least for appearances. This was serious business, so we didn't stay up late. Just long enough for Amai to fuck us both.

Come on. Tits and a cock. OK, Amai also fucked my tits. I really enjoy it, especially at the end when I get a facial, with my mouth open.

It's my new thing.

Still going to suck

Cassie here. This is going to be really really ugly and I know it. I need to do it, though. Everyone did tell me that they were going to use the Dionysus lifestyle against me and simply hammer me.

Fuck'em. I got this.

We met for the morning and worked out a game plan. It was going to start with a Grand Jury. I was the star witness. At least that was a bit of a safe space because I would be testifying in a closed session. No one would know until the actual trial. That was going to suck. It was also going to bring even more attention to Dionysus. I can see it now.

"How can you claim this was rape when it is legal where you live now?"

"You're married to a 8-year-old and pregnant. How is what happened here a problem?"

They're going to slut shame me. I get it.

The Grand Jury was surprisingly short. They had a long list of witnesses, but twenty minutes into my testimony, after I shared all the pictures, the jury foreman spoke to Bob and we were all done. No more witnesses. They had voted to indict. Forty-seven indictments.

47.

There were others and they were going to breathe a sigh of relief when they are not indicted.

They will be. Bob was doing it in a very careful order, ending on my pimp and his dad, the Judge.

They could share a prison cell.

The first wave happened, and we read all the press coverage. My name wasn't used at all, of course, since I'm a minor, at least in the US. The coverage was, as you expect, insane. The mainstream media, which I use as a compliment, not as an insult, reported it straight. Forced prostitution, child rape. In other words, what happened.

The right-wing media went on a disinformation campaign. It was even more vicious than I expected, but I am fucking tough. I made it through that part of my life, and they were going to pay with their life. There were going to be a lot of life sentences.

Including the Judge and his son. No easy out through suicide for them either.

I could spend entire chapters going through the trials. They were as brutal as expected. I didn't break. I couldn't break. I had to do this for other girls that weren't caught up in this yet and girls that were.

I don't think anyone mentioned that we discovered over 30 girls in the same situation. They all testified. I think I was most proud of taking down the Senator. I won't name names, but he was a real Turtle.

Sometimes good comes from bad. Today is that day.

Cruise ships no more

My name is Jeremy. I am the captain of our largest cruise ship. Yes, I'm proud of that but it isn't the point of this story.

You see, I had an idea that had been rattling around my head for a bit. Have you ever done that? You have just a bit of an idea, not fully formed, and your brain can noodle over it for months and finally it pops. I'd say nine times out of ten, you realize the idea is bunk, and maybe this one, the tenth, I guess, feels like it could work.

So I'd done the financials. That's what you do, right? I had a meeting with Julia in about 10 minutes to go over my idea. No PowerPoint!

That was kind of driven into us all. I do laugh because Microsoft now offers a version of the Office suite that does not include PowerPoint and it is the number one seller of the Office family.

Fuck PowerPoint!

OK, maybe that went a little too far, but you get the idea and I have no idea why I am rambling or why this sentence never seems to stop.

I guess I'm nervous, huh. It's silly though. I have a great relationship with Julia. I have a great relationship with Jesse, for that matter. They know they have a standing invitation to join any cruise and join me in my cabin.

They do that a lot. I'm finally starting to believe it might be for me as much as the cruise.

Yeah, you don't believe that any more than I do.

Here we go! I walked into the conference room where we were meeting. It was at her office at the Gamma resort on Eros. I'd spent last night at Gamma. I'm a little tired.

Does it surprise you that when I walked into the room, Julia was naked? There's a reason she moved her office to Gamma. The spot of cum just above her left nipple was a hint too. What I hadn't counted on was the incredibly attractive couple standing with Julia. My lord they're gorgeous. As in right now I'm hard looking at the three of them, which was a little obvious, given I was naked too. Julia smiled at me.

"Down, boy," she laughed. "We'll get to that after the meeting. If we fucked first, we'd never have a meeting."

"Say that again slower," said the goddess standing next to her. Julia thought about it briefly and then laughed.

"Point taken," said Julia, and then she did the introductions. At some point during introductions, the cum spot on her breast was distracting me, so I did the only thing I could do. I licked it off. Mid-sentence. No one even slowed down or reacted. That makes me laugh.

Back on point. The woman is Amelia, and the man is her husband Cobb. I'd read all about them. I could see why they would be here for this meeting, but how did they know to be here for this meeting? I hadn't shared the topic yet.

"Don't try to figure it out," said Amelia.

"We just knew we needed to be here," said Cobb. I was a touch distracted by the fact that he was rock hard and throbbing. Amelia noticed and reached over and actually slapped his cock.

"Down, boy," she said. Yeah, we all laughed. "Listen. You boys are going to be distracted. We'll give you a short break so you can blow each other."

Which is how I found myself in an incredible 69 with a very talented cocksucker, whose gorgeous wife was licking my balls and fucking me in the ass with three fingers.

Julia was doing the same for Cobb. To no surprise, neither of us lasted, and all the cum ended up all over the women. To my surprise, Cobb immediately dove into cleaning off Julia, leaving me with Amelia. Keep it cool, keep it cool. I used every skill I had and clearly Cobb did as well, because we took them up and kept them there for a long time. They were just vibrating until...

"Fuck me, now, hard," growled Amelia. Who was I to disagree? I slid up and in and could see that we had timed it perfectly with Cobb and Julia. It was a fuck. A hard and fast fuck. I was twisting and squeezing her nipples and she just kept muttering "harder". She even took my hands and showed me to squeeze and twist her nipples harder too. It had to hurt a little. I felt her hand snake between us, and she was furiously rubbing her clit.

Like synchronized ballet, we both pulled out and covered the women for a second time, to much laughter. Amelia hopped up, just covered.

"This meeting needs to start. Be concise. When the meeting is over, you get to lick it off and have another round if you have it in you," said Amelia.

I like this woman. Her husband wasn't bad either. Maybe we would work together on this.

Would I survive? Not sure I care. Worth it.

So the actual meeting. The genesis of the idea had been when we were shopping to expand the cruise line. Imagine going to buy a used car and scale it up to a cruise ship. The same range of experiences from the spectacular to the grifter selling the car that is almost all bondo. If you don't know what bondo is, Google it. Then you will know!

"Although the world is improving, there is still a major housing problem, particularly in the coastal regions of most countries due to the urban density and costs. It is virtually impossible to build more housing at an affordable cost and land literally does not exist to do so," I said. "It has resulted in a worsening homeless problem, which is particularly prevalent amongst the youth and the LGBTQ community and both of those groups often overlap. You clearly know all this because you have shelters running virtually world-wide, but even your cost infrastructure is heavy."

They all agreed with me so far.

"My proposal is to purchase older cruise ships. They're startlingly cheap on the used market. While we could build new ones, using used ships is not only cheaper, but it also keeps them from being scrapped or worse, sunk. We refurbish the ships and create small apartments. Essentially larger suites, of various sizes. There can be daycare and a gym, and everything needed to live. A lot would be centralized, including kitchens and cleaning and the like, which would be efficient," I said. "The costs structures I am proposing are in the handout I provided. The biggest savings is taking them off the grid with ion power."

They spent a few minutes reviewing the information and I took the time to get more coffee. I didn't want to disturb them, but Cobb waved me over.

"These numbers for the pilot are great, but have you projected the costs for the larger project?" said Cobb. Pilot? This was the program.

"If you'll see page 4, that's what I intended to be the pilot. The first ship," I said. "The rest of the financials are for the entire project."

"They can't be," said Amelia. "Your entire rollout only covers the East coast of the US. That can't be 3% of what you'll need to do."

What the fuck? We ended up in a spirited brainstorming session about expansion and it was huge. Amelia and Cobb were really excited, but something was bugging Julia. She loved the idea, but there as an undercurrent.

In the end, they approved a budget that was a hundred times larger than my initial request. My initial request was almost $1.5 billion. Feel free to do the math. We wrapped up but Julia had one more question.

"Do you have any suggestions for your replacement as captain?" she asked. What? No. Just no. She can't mean. Well, there's the undercurrent I guess.

"I had not anticipated leaving my position. This was just a suggestion," I said. Amelia laughed and then they all did. This is freaking weird. It was also distracting that the two women kept wiping cum off each other with their fingers and licking it off. Just casually. While we were talking.

"That's not how it works, Jeremy," said Amelia. "Trust me, no one knows that better than Cobb and me. You proposed it. You own it and I mean that literally. As you spend the $150 billion, it will all go in your name. You can say no, for sure, but no one has yet, and the results are pretty clear. We call it the Belen rule."

Well that was a story in the country's lore. Worked in the car museum. Runs the world's largest car company. Likely the second or third richest person in the world, depending on how you counted. Still only 11 years old. That is her entire resume. Two jobs.

Fuck. I think I had to do this.

"I'd suggest moving to New York for a bit. We'll sign up one of the apartments for you. It will be four or five bedrooms and if it were me, I'd put the other bedrooms in the app," said Cobb.

In the app. Holy mother. In the app.

"Don't forget there are going to be cultural issues to deal with," said Amelia. "Start thinking about that. As soon as someone walks onto the ship, they've entered Dionysus. You're going to need schools on the ships too. Talk to Pari. Hell, be smart. Invite Pari to New York for a weekend. Or a month. Or forever."

"Sorry," said Cobb. "She's a little enamored with Pari."

Oh hell, we all are. Pari's been on a cruise. Amelia laughed.

"You do it too!" said Amelia. "Whenever Cobb starts thinking about Pari, his cock starts bouncing." She pointed at my cock and sure enough, hard and bouncing. I looked over at Cobb and he was bouncing too and had a huge drop of precum about to fall. I quickly reached over and wiped it off with my finger and licked it off.

"Thanks for saving the carpet," said Julia. "But keep up." I looked back and Julia had her hand under Cobb's cock and the precum was starting to fill her hand. Damn. Amelia pushed me and then positioned me.

On all fours. Well this was a pleasant way to end a meeting, particularly when Amelia slid underneath and then Julia fucked her in the golden arches. That was a big dildo too. Well you notice when it is about 8 inches in front of your face.

Cum. went. everywhere.

Julia started laughing.

"So much for the carpet," she said.

And the meeting was over.

Things move at a different pace

Yesterday afternoon, I had the meeting with Julia, Amelia, and Cobb. This morning, I am in a plane with Amelia and Cobb and we're flying to New York. I already have an apartment, that I haven't seen yet, the bedrooms of the apartment were already in the app and would be full tonight. Amelia and Cobb were in my bed and so was Pari.

So far, this was going well.

So my timing isn't clear. It is morning in New York, which means it is early afternoon on Vino, where we started. We'd spent our first meeting with Lawrence. He laughed at our request, which seemed bad but turned out it was good.

I believe his direct quote was "piece of cake".

They had already designed a retrofit kit for our existing cruise ships. I knew that because my ship was one of the first. Which leads me to the second big decision this morning. Julia pointed out that my ship was a perfect model for the program. Nice suites, plenty of amenities, room for a school. Just perfect.

I pointed out that my model didn't include refurbishing to that level of quality. To which she replied, and I quote: "Fuck that".

We ended up in a spirited discussion. I was the only one on the side of being more frugal. Then Julia did something unexpected.

She pulled my ship out of service and had a crew already on their way moving it to New York. They would be here day after tomorrow. We had a meeting with the mayor of New York, and suggested we hold it on our ship. He didn't know why, but he was game.

I am learning that if I am associated with the royal family, no one turns down invitations.

Holy shit. I am associated with the royal family. OK, Bob and Amy did drop by last night and gave me the royal sendoff. I don't think that is really a thing. I just know there was a lot of fucking and sucking going on.

Did I mention Pari, Amelia, Cobb, Julia, and Jesse?

Now you're turned on, aren't you?

I'll tell you. The spark with Bob, Amy, and Pari is palpable. They clearly love each other but are dancing around it. Not my place, but wow.

Someday I hope...

Just then Amelia turned around and gave me the sweetest smile.

That is now my aspirational goal. Amelia and Cobb. Amelia leaned over.

"It is good to have goals," she said. Then she kissed me.

Yes, goals are good.

Did I mention it would take two days for the ship to get here? What to do, what to do.

We did everything and yes, I mean that, but no I don't mean that. I've never been to New York. We wandered in Times Square. We went to two Broadway shows. We toured the World Trade Center museums, plus another half dozen museums.

And we fucked. A lot.

It just felt so damn comfortable. I was eager to do a lot but wore them out a bit. No, not that. Well, yes, that, but I mean New York. Cobb and I went to the Central Park Zoo without Amelia. Somehow I found myself walking through the entire zoo holding his hand. Felt pretty damn good. That night, Cobb had seen the show Amelia chose, so it was just the two of us. We dressed up. Way up. We had an incredible dinner, then saw the show.

Somehow we ended up in a suite at the Four Seasons. Just the two of us. All night.

Amelia taught me new things. Fun new things.

Still felt right. I love being part of Dionysus.

Finally we were headed to our meeting.

Jeremy is a lot of fun

I admit, there is a bit of a spark. I'm not sure if that means we'll be good friends or more, but it felt good. Oh, this is Amelia. I promised to be the scribe for the day. I didn't mind when Jeremy and Cobb spent the day together and Cobb didn't mind when Jeremy and I spent the night in the hotel.

Then again, Cobb spent the night in the apartment with Leslie. Don't know why. Don't care. Glad they had fun.

We were waiting on the deck of the ship when the Mayor and his entourage arrived. No one in Dionysus has an entourage. We just don't. Pari tells hilarious stories about going to meetings where there are dozens of people on the other side. She's alone.

We save our entourages for the orgy. There is always an orgy, sooner or later. Usually sooner.

The mayor led the way up the gangplank, followed by his minions. I was impressed. Jeremy established himself.

"A pleasure to meet you Mr. Mayor, but the meeting was not intended to include peripheral people. Feel free to pick three of your group to join you on board," said Jeremy, quietly and politely.

The mayor started to get blustery. Jeremy just pointed to a sign right at the top of the gangplank.

You are entering the country of Dionysus. All rules and laws apply

Somehow that slowed the mayor down. A little.

"I require my team," he said, all pompous and shit.

"Well, thank you for your time," said Jeremy. "We will just head on the Baltimore." Jeremy spun and walked away.

"What the fuck," said one of the minions. He was near the back of the line, so I assume an entry-level minion.

Cobb walked up.

"He was going to make you a hero," said Cobb. "You would be guaranteed reelection. I might be able to convince him to keep the meeting, but your minions need to get their asses off his boat."

"His boat?" asked the same minion. Jeez. Cobb just looked at him until he withered. Cobb's a pretty imposing specimen, even if he does have clothes on right now.

The mayor just waved his hand. Finally the minions slunk down the gangplank.

"Please pass on my apologies. I'm so used to a political world where you have to have this silly entourage. I'm not used to the Dionysus minimalist approach," he said, smiling. Just then Jeremy walked back out. Laughing.

"Well, it worked," he said, sticking his hand out to the mayor. Which is how the four of us ended up laughing. His three remaining minions just stared at us.

Crisis averted.

Cobb, Pari, and I just followed behind, with the minions, while Jeremy gave the mayor the tour and outlined the idea. His pitch was simply outstanding. It wasn't a timid pitch to a powerful mayor. It was a powerful man offering a solution to a major crisis to a less powerful mayor.

I'm serious. That was the vibe. This Jeremy is amazing and I'm pretty enamored with the old Jeremy. He walked through the program and weaved it seamlessly into the tour.

It was mesmerizing.

Finally we ended up on the bridge of the ship, looking back over New York City. A perfect spot for the close. The mayor turned to Jeremy.

"This is simply incredible, but you know it barely puts a dent in the problem," said the mayor. "We have an immediate need for housing for almost 75,000 people. Now, I'll absolutely take a solution that helps almost 3,000 people, but do you have any ideas to scale? Is that in the plan?"

I know it is, but not to 75,000. There just isn't room, even on the water.

That's when the sky darkened. I've never seen one, but I'm pretty confident this is a starship that is landing. Jeremy is just as startled as I am.

Cobb is not. He turned to me.

"This is why I was meeting with Leslie," said Cobb. "We weren't going to introduce it quite yet, since we wanted to talk to Jeremy, but it seemed timely."

"So you just had a business meeting with Leslie," I said.

Jeremy and the mayor turned to see why Cobb, Pari, and I were laughing.

Which led to the timely entrance of Leslie, flying over in a true JetsonCar.

Which just seemed like icing on the cake. The canopy rose and Leslie stepped out. Leslie appears to be in uniform. Her uniform appears to be skintight black yoga pants with a brief sports bra. How is that a uniform?

Because of the stars embroidered on her bra, of course. Hey, just seeing Leslie with a top on is rare.

Thankfully.

"Hi," said Leslie, sticking her hand out to the Mayor. "I'm Leslie."

Kind of a weird visual of the mayor shaking Leslie's hand with his cock just tenting out his pants. Credit to him, though. He owned it and didn't try to hide it.

If he hadn't gotten hard, I would have suggested he needed to see a urologist for his ED. Erectile dysfunction.

After she shook the mayor's hand, she introduced herself to the three minions.

Two men and a woman.

Three hard cocks.

If only.

Oh, her cock appears to be a surprise to one of the other minions.

He likes it. A lot.

Which she now knows.

That's probably a tangent, but I suppose I'd have to learn their names first.

Leslie then gave each of us a hug. A Leslie hug. With a kiss. A Leslie kiss.

The minion woman, whose name I would finally find out is Maia, held open her arms.

Leslie, being Leslie, melted right into them. Luckily, she broke the kiss in time, or Maia would have had a sticky day. However, she did not break the kiss before she vibrated through an impressive orgasm.

Meetings with us are fun. Leslie whispered something in Maia's ear, and she laughed and nodded. Leslie turned back to the group.

OMG. Leslie's nipples could cut glass. They are right out there.

It's nice.

I am sure she knows it but doesn't care. She'd whip off her top if she could. I suppose she could, but likely won't. Maybe. Possibly.

OK, at some point she might.

Then again, Pari's nipples are just as hard. I like Pari's nipples.

Sorry, I appear to be distracted by nipples.

"So the team let me know that the ship they'd chosen as a pilot was not going to make a measurable difference to the totality of the problem," said Leslie. "I didn't think I could position it in time, but since I could, I thought I'd go ahead and join the meeting. This Starship is due to be decommissioned. It was our first ship, and the technology has surpassed it and its value is in the past. It is self-contained, completely, and can comfortably house 125,000. We would suggest that all the jobs on the ship, other than a select few, be offered to those that are currently in need of shelter. It can be a training program and we would pair it with a jobs program to move people through the system, rather than park them in it. The same model in use at the PEF shelters."

Jeremy gets props. I know this was a surprise to him, but this was a serious case of just roll with it and he did so flawlessly. As far as his reaction was concerned, he knew all about this.

"Now you know why Leslie came to visit," said Cobb, to me.

"Yeah, like you didn't fuck until you wore out," I said, softly.

Apparently not softly enough since Maia heard me. And smiled.

Oh goody.

The program seems to be starting off with a bang.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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