The Call - Chapter 147 - Qualifying School (2021-07-12)
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12 July 2021

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Aw crap

The good news is that Cassiopeia got waivers for the first two qualifying tournaments. The bad news is I did not.

Why would I? I've played less than two dozen rounds in my life. OK, my lifetime average was under par, but still. That 79 still hurts my average.

I got my invite through a loophole of sorts. The LPGA kept a half dozen vanity spots open. How else do you describe them? Spots that a large donation opened up. Needless to say, I opened one up. No golfer had ever advanced. They got to play a few rounds with future stars, claimed that they'd gone to qualifying school, and milk it at their own clubs for a long time.

Maybe that would change this year.

The first stage was at two different courses in California. I admit, I'm terrified. I don't know the game, how any of this works, or anyone that would be there. I told all this to Cassiopeia.

"You'll do great! Just play your game. No one will come close to you. You'll walk away with the tournament," she said.

"Yeah, no," I said. "I'm just having fun."

"And that's good, but you need a killer instinct. I'll be your caddy," she said. Which is how poor Cassiopeia ended up walking with me, carrying my stupid heavy golf bag. She laughed though, because I didn't really know how to pick the right club, so I had been playing with my driver, my 4 iron, my wedge, and my putter.

That's all. It's all I needed or wanted. I insisted she take the other clubs out of the bag so it would be lighter. For the first two rounds she refused. Apparently if the clubs come out, they can't go back, not counting actual use, of course.

So she lugged that fucking heavy bag around. Twice. During that time, I only used those clubs. She would suggest different ones, but I liked the 4 iron. Finally I explained better.

"You know I use math. My variable is not club pitch, it's the force of my swing. I could play the entire course with only my 4 iron and do just about as well. I could use it off the tee and putting. It is easier for me to memorize a limited amount of required calcs. This is how I play."

Tomorrow was a practice round at the second course. She said she'd do it tomorrow and then we could talk.

Did I mention that after the first two rounds I was 8 under par? The person in second place was 1 over par. Third place was 4 over par.

My way seemed to be working OK.


Fuck math

Well maybe not. I needed to learn more. A lot more. She is freaking 8 under. If she did it again, she'd be 12 under. She could bogey the entire last round and still make the cut. That would be 6 over.

I think she'd still win the tournament.

Sorry, this is Cassiopeia.

I admit, it is a hell of a lot easier carrying her clubs today. She arrived with four clubs in a kid's bag. You know, the thin, lightweight bag that holds, oh, four clubs or so. We got to the tee for our tee time only to find an arrogant pissy player already there. Somehow she had no clue about the leaderboard. Too focused on her +6 and how that should make the cut. For the practice rounds, it wasn't by position order, or Phary would be last. Today she was middle of the pack on a tee time.

She didn't even tell us her name. She just jumped in hassling Phary about her clubs, particularly once she found out that Phary was a donor, which somehow became a derogatory term. I was fuming. Phary was smiling, almost laughing.

"Cassiopeia. Are side bets allowed?" asked Phary.

"Sure, just don't announce them to anyone," I said.

"If I win this round, you take the mic in the clubhouse and publicly apologize to me," said Phary. This made the other golfer laugh.

"Like that's going to happen," she said, smugly. "Get to the part where I win."

"What's your dream car?" asked Phary.

"Yellow Lamborghini Aventador," said the woman. Remember, this was a freaking adult woman being an ass. Phary is gorgeous and brilliant, but she is also tiny. She doesn't look her age and she is only 13-years-old. Phary sent a quick text and got an almost instant reply.

"OK, if you win, I'll buy you a brand-new Aventador, in yellow," said Phary. The woman barked out a laugh.

"Like you could afford it," said the woman.

"Well I am a donor," said Phary, making donor sound nasty.

Just then something floated over our heads, and then settled down into our line of sight. It was about 2 feet off the ground. It was a gorgeous yellow Aventador.

"I hope the convertible was OK," said Phary. "This one can fly too."

We played the entire course with the car following us. If you looked back, there it was. It was clearly unnerving to Phary's opponent.

Who shot an 11 over par round, to Phary's 7 under par. 7! She beat the course record by 4 strokes. Not the women's record, she beat that by 6 strokes. Well, the record before she broke it this week.

On a practice round.

We got to the clubhouse and Phary settled the car on the back patio, to everyone's surprise. I gave the other golfer credit. I still didn't know her name, but she walked up to an open mic and quite spiritedly apologized to her playing partner, meaning Phary, to her caddy, and to anyone else she had insulted in her life. It was a pretty impassioned apology. As soon as she was done, Phary walked up and offered her a handshake.

When they shook, it left the other golfer with something in her hand.

She held up the keys to the car.

Phary said something softly to her and then walked away. I looked back and she was getting in the driver's seat.

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"That I would arrange the lessons needed for the car to fly," said Phary.

And then we went to dinner.

Needless to say, she didn't have to play in the second tournament. We would play together at Pinehurst. The final gate for your LPGA tour card. We're getting attention, given our ages.

She would just bring 4 clubs.


One more story

I have got to tell one more story. This is Cassiopeia. I will forever love this story. After three rounds, Phary and I were at the top of the leaderboard. She was 9 strokes under for the first three rounds. I was 5 under. The third place player was 6 over, and the fourth place player was 11 over. OVER.

Sorry, I had to shout.

We showed up for the final round. Phary and I were playing partners and would tee off last. We sat in the clubhouse for a long time, waiting, and following along with the other player's progress. We didn't need to try very hard to qualify. It was finally our turn and we walked out to the first tee. My caddy was there holding my bag. My caddy was my dad today. I'm so freaking psyched.

It appears that Phary brought in a guest caddy.

King Bob. Who was standing there with a shoulder bag and holding one club. Not a golf shoulder bag. Literally a small gym bag. He showed me and it had balls and tees and the other stuff normally in a bag.

She wasn't. She just fucking wasn't. Bob was holding a 4 iron. The rules official came up right then.

"Where is her golf bag?" he said, quite rudely, to Bob. He just smiled and held up the gym bag and the club. Phary just smiled at the guy too. He didn't even recognize Bob!

"You can't do that!" shouted the rules dude.

"Of course I can," said Phary. "There is no minimum club requirement, just a maximum." He held out his hand and Bob finally figured out he wanted the club. Bob looked at Phary and she nodded. Bob handed it to him, and he inspected it.

"This can't be a legal club," said the dude. He was kind of a dick.

"Fine," she said. "I will buy new clubs right now." Well that was nuts. Who plays a tournament with new clubs? Even the best golf course clubs were, well, golf course clubs. I'm dying now, so Dad and I followed them into the pro shop. There was a young woman standing there.

"What are your least expensive in stock clubs for my size?" said Phary. That got a stare given we were supposed to be teeing off. She led Phary over to them. She lifted out the 4 iron and swung it a couple times. She smiled at Bob, who quickly paid for the set. In cash.

Phary handed the 4 iron to Bob.

"Let's go," she said, leaving the other clubs behind. "He gave you enough to replace the 4-iron. Fill out the set and donate it to charity." That was to the saleswoman, as we walked back to the first tee. The rules dude clearly wanted to argue, but he didn't. He did something that he shouldn't have. He spit on the ground.

Somehow, some way, sometime, he was going to pay for that.

Now remember, Phary was 9 under after three rounds. Two under the first day, three under the second, and four under the third. Three successive course records. It is a tough course.

She went out with her 4 iron and ripped off an 8 under round.

With her one club.

It made the cover of the New York Times the next day. Phary smiling, standing next to Bob, who was holding the club. Do you know what made Bob the happiest? The caption.

Unbelievable new golfer enters the scene. Shown with her caddy.

Her caddy. That made him incredibly happy. He framed the picture. He highlighted her caddy first.

It reminded me of the wonderful headline when Amal Amamuddin, the successful international attorney, married George Clooney. The caption was Internationally successful lawyer marries an actor

This family is freaking fun.

And we both have our LPGA cards now.

Tonight was Phary, Dad, Bob, and me. Dad and I are much closer now if you get my drift. I suspect you do. What surprised me was Dad's timid interest in Bob. Bob stopped everything and sat us all down.

"You're dancing around something and you don't need to do that. There's no pressure to do anything or not do anything. You've seen Phary and Cassiopeia together and enjoyed it. I like women and men. I like to top or bottom. I love to suck cock, go down on women, and get my cock sucked," said Bob. "I'm comfortable with my sexuality and Amy finds man-on-man sex a huge turn-on. Now maybe I was misreading the signals, but if there is any interest, this is a safe place and time to express it. If not, no worries."

Dad sat there for a bit, clearly wrestling with a decision.

"I don't know what I want," he said, finally. "I find myself interested and curious, and your comfort level with all of this is so supportive. So yes, I think I'd like to experiment a little, but I might say stop."

"And we'll stop," said Bob. "That's what we do. What would you like to try first, and with which of us?" He looked at Bob, then Phary, then me. Lots of lust there, dad.

"I'd like to give you a blowjob, but have no idea what to do," he said, softly. You go, Dad!

"Awesome," said Phary. "Would you like Cassiopeia or me to show you a little? Or both of us?"

Given Bob and Dad both moaned, I took that as a yes.

"Let's do this," I said. "I'll do to you, what you should do to Bob. I'll go slow and gentle, and you just follow my lead."

"The big question is where do you want Bob to cum?" asked Phary. "You can swallow. You can take it in your mouth and kiss it to any or all of us. You can take it on your chest, or cock, or face, or all. Cassiopeia and I could take it on our tits and pussy and you two could suck it off. Me, I'd go with Bob cumming on your cock, because any of the three of us would happily clean it up."

"Cum on me," said Dad. "Face, chest, cock, everywhere."

Alrighty then.

We got in kind of a weird position, then in a 69, with me kind of in the middle part way.

"This doesn't seem like the best solution," said Bob. "Why don't I blow you and you follow my lead. That way we can both cum on each other."

Dad's moan might have answered. Bob licked Dad's cock, from his balls to the underside of the head. Dad moaned and then remembered he was supposed to do the same.

Dad did it surprisingly well. Bob took Dad in his mouth and bobbed up and down and Dad did the same.

Bobbed on Bob. Which made Bob laugh around Dad's cock. Then Bob stopped.

"OK, teaching moment," said Bob. "You're clearly rusty at it, but you've sucked a cock before. That's a good thing, not a bad thing. Just have fun and do your best."

Dad didn't answer.

He deepthroated Bob. My dad just took Bob down his throat. Which startled Bob. Which caused Bob to pull out.

And freaking drench us.

"Leave it," growled Dad. We'll just go with Dad liked Bob's blowjob and liked it even more when I joined in and started rimming him.

More cum flew.

"I call cleanup!" said Phary. Darn it.

"You can help me," she said, to me. Somehow, I got to lick the cum off of Bob and Phary. Phary licked the cum off Dad, to his clear enjoyment. As in, he got hard again. She got up on her knees and I thought she'd slide down on his cock, but she stood up. She pulled me over and helped me settle down on Dad.

God it felt good.

Then Phary and Bob left the bedroom. Leaving me impaled on Dad.

Seems OK to me. I gently bounced until I could feel Dad get close. Over and over. And over. Finally he rolled me on my back and gently slid in and out. He was so close. I thought he'd pull out, but he let the first few spurts go in me and then pulled out.

Cleanup was fun and that was only Dad's second cum. Dad set a new personal record of 8.

It was quite a night.


It just felt right

Leaving them alone. Phary here. Sadly, I was forced to spend the night one-on-one with Bob. Darn it.

Did I sell that?

We stayed up way too late, but the tournament was over. Nine. Bob managed 9.

I fell asleep on his chest, with him still buried inside me. I don't know how he did it, but when I woke up in the morning, he was still inside me. I gently started rocking and he got so damn hard.

And then pushed me off onto the bed and ran into the bathroom.

Yeah, I got it. I heard him pee. And pee. And pee. The man has an impressive bladder. Then I heard the shower come on.

Then Bob walked back into the room and held out his hand. Oh hell yes I took it. I didn't know what was going to happen but knew it would be fucking amazing. He led me into the shower and sat me down on the bench.

Then he freaking bathed me. He took a loofah and soaped it up and scrubbed me. Oh, he scrubbed me everywhere, but it was sensual, not sexual.

Then he shampooed my hair. I have achieved Nirvana. Been to Utopia.

Then he led me out of the bathroom and the bedroom and into Tony and Cassiopeia's room. They were just coming out of the bathroom, having clearly just showered. Bob motioned them back into the bathroom and had Cassiopeia and I sit on the two makeup chairs. Odd that there are two, but we needed two, so not that odd in our world.

Bob then proceeded to brush out my hair and gave tips to Tony to do the same. I have long hair, really long, and Cassiopeia's is fairly long too. They got it all brushed out perfectly.

Then Bob taught Tony how to do a French braid, with such patience. Tony didn't do well the first three or four times, but Bob gently coached him. My hair was done quickly. Pigtail braids.

Bob's damn good at braids. Then again, Bob's pretty talented in other areas too.

The fifth time, Tony did Cassiopeia's hair perfectly.

I wanted her. Right now.

I dragged her out and onto the bed and we got into a 69, on our sides. I pointed at Bob and then Cassiopeia.

Tony figured out where that meant he should be. They both slid in and we continued to lick each other. The most amazing thing was that Bob and Tony would occasionally lift up on their arms.

And kiss each other.

So. fucking. hot.

They finished while we were vibrating through at least our 300th orgasm. OK, maybe not, but close.

Then Tony fucked Bob. It was animalistic. And amazing.

Then Bob made love to Tony. Tony did say that it was his first time bottoming. I think that Cassiopeia under him, blowing him, was a plus too.

Somehow both loads ended up on me.

Tony had listened to our coaching last night.

Cleanup was amazing.

We used them both up and finally took showers. One at a time. Sometimes you have to do that. We needed to get going because, well, we're playing golf. I don't think I mentioned we spent last night at Bob's house near the Hotel Del Coronado, in San Diego. We're playing the public course. The Coronado golf club. I wasn't even going to ask how we got tee times. Bob led us out into the garage, and there were two golf carts sitting there, with our clubs already on board. Bob climbed into the passenger seat and waved me into the driver's seat. Tony did the same to Cassiopeia.

Hopefully, this won't backfire on us.

It backfired on us, but I'll hold that discussion since it happened after golf. We drove over to the course and pulled into the cart parking and walked inside. I happened to notice two young women with their dad, at least that was my guess. Maybe 9 and 11. The younger girl was asking for something and kept looking our way. Finally the dad laughed and found two scorecards and little stubby pencils and handed them to the girls. I've seen it a hundred times. They want Bob's autograph and a selfie.

I was wrong. They wanted our autographs and selfies. Cassiopeia and me. WTF. It confused Cassiopeia too.

"Don't you want a selfie with him?" she asked, pointing at Bob. They both looked confused.

"No offense intended, but why would we want a selfie with Phary's caddy?" asked Vera.

"No reason at all," said Cassiopeia. "How silly of me." Bob may have the biggest smile I have ever seen. That's when the manager bustled over and yes, bustled applies. He went straight to Bob.

Big surprise. After all, he bustled.

"Your highness, it is our honor to be of service," he said. He bowed. He freaking bowed.

I started laughing, which set off Cassiopeia and Bob.

"Hold up," said Vera. "Your highness?" Her little sister tugged on her arm and she leaned down.

"King fucking Bob?" said Vera.

"I believe that is literally accurate," said Elora, to laughter from us all. Their dad blushed and looked at Bob with a combination of envy and lust. Yay.

"But I saw the article," said Vera. "The caption just said you were her caddy!"

"Because I was her caddy," said Bob, smiling.

God I love that dude.

"Are you playing today?" asked Bob.

"Oh no," said their Dad, who we found out is Huey. Single dad. Cute single dad. Well, he is. The girls are freaking adorable.

"We're just going to hit some balls," said Elora. "We can't afford the course. I've only played once."

Now, Bob is going to fix that. He is. Just watch. He wandered off. I saw him speaking to the young woman behind the counter, who pointed to two different foursomes out on the putting green. I saw him head out and speak to one of the groups and then the other. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed one to each person in both foursomes. They all shook his hand.

And left.

He wandered back in and spoke to the young woman who laughed and made an entry into the computer. He handed her a card too. No, he handed her two cards. He said something and walked back towards us. The young woman at the counter was still standing there, with her mouth open.

"As it turns out, the next two foursomes had to cancel. I went ahead and signed us up for both, so we'd have more time and less pressure. I've never played golf," said Bob.

"What did you give them?" asked Elora. I could see Huey wanted to scold her, but he wanted to know too. Bob just laughed.

"I just explained the situation and they were quite helpful. The cards are just Target gift cards. I carry a few with me," said Bob. He patted his pocket.

Before he could react, Elora stuck her hand in his pocket and pulled out the remaining cards. She held up two cards, showing the back, where the amounts were written in Sharpie.

"Did you give them each a $1,000 card or a $2,500 card," asked Elora. Bob was embarrassed now.

"Oh God," said Elora. "I'm sorry. That was rude of me and you're being incredibly sweet to us."

The apology got her a Bob smile. He wasn't thinking because it was an unconstrained smile.

Huey just got to watch his 9-year-old daughter vibrate through an orgasm.

Which he enjoyed. And got him hard.

I can't say I blamed him. Elora is adorable. If I had a cock, mine would be hard.

Bob is. Huey noticed Bob is. Huey likes that Bob is.

We'll see where this goes.

"I don't like to look a gift horse in the mouth, and this is embarrassing, but we can't actually afford to rent clubs," said Huey. Damn, he is overwhelmed by having to admit that.

"OK," said Bob. "Listen up. All three of you. Through a totally insane series of events, I'm wealthy. If I tried, I couldn't spend it all. I like sharing it. I loved giving them gift cards. I am excited to go golfing with you. Right now, since we have time, we're going to buy all three of you some new clubs and everything you need to play golf. Once we do, that nice young woman is going to not only let me pay for those clubs, but we're going to open an account that will let you play at any county course, buy anything you want in their pro shop, and eat at any of their restaurants. You'll never get a bill. I will and it will be paid, and I want you to use it. Once a week. Five times a week. You're a single dad and are bonding through golf and I'm going to help."

"I can't let you," said Huey. He didn't finish the sentence because Bob interrupted him. However, what he said wasn't exactly what I thought he would.

"May I please kiss you?" said Bob.

To Huey.

"Yes," said Huey, in a throaty voice. "Please."

So we watched Bob edge Huey for quite a while.

"Finally," said Vera. "We've known you were bi forever. Now at least you know you're bi. If only this was a consulate, you could fulfill your fantasy to fuck us both too."

"I would never," said Huey.

"Stop it," said Vera. "Just stop it. You may not ever get the chance and if you did you might not act on it, but you want to fuck us so bad."

We haven't even made it on to the course yet.

"Let's table this conversation and go play golf," said Bob. "We can chat on the course. I would like to extend an invitation for the three of you to spend the weekend with us at our house here in Coronado."

Yeah, I'm sure some people wondered why our entire group moaned as we headed out to the course.

I'm hopeful. I know Elora and Vera are hopeful.

Deal with it, Huey. You know you want to. I stopped everyone just as we got to the carts and turned to Huey.

"Listen, you can agonize over this and miss an opportunity, or you can roll with it and all have the weekend of your lives," I said. "I strongly suggest you take that approach because it will be transcendent, not the least of which because wherever Bob is, others will show up. His house has 11 bedrooms and it will be packed to the gills with people who will fuck you and you can fuck. Your girls will love it and learn things that will improve their lives. Just let go."

"OK," said Huey. "We accept."

Which is why we got to see Elora and Vera doing a little dance.

We all liked it. After all, they're in shorts that are a touch too small and tank tops that are a touch too large. They were getting their dad excited and they knew it.

A little cruel there, girls.

There are seven of us, so we broke up into two groups. Vera joined Cassiopeia and Tony. Huey and Elora were with Bob and me. Damn I want them all. Elora is tall for her age and thin. No development, but really nice nipples that slipped quite a bit. Poor Bob and Huey were hard. Very hard.

Elora noticed and was entranced.

"Did I do that?" asked Elora. Bob laughed and Huey blushed.

"Dude," said Bob. "She's adorable and you know it. Hell yes, we're hard. Add in Phary, who is equally adorable, and I can barely walk. What a wonderful problem to have."

"Dad," said Elora. "You want me. You want Vera. We all know it. Maybe it can't happen for long, but we've got a weekend opportunity that we can't pass up. Hell, I'm hoping for a foursome with all of you."

"Yeah, that would be amazing," I said. "Trust me. Bob's skilled." I suspect my moan cemented it a bit. I could tell that Huey was sneaking glances at Bob's hard cock, so I went on.

"The parties are awesome. You'll get to see new things. You'll find that nothing is a turn on like man sex. Two men going at it are incredible. Two men going at it in a train, with you at the front, is simply amazing.

"Man sex?" squeaked Huey.

"Sure," said Bob. "We're pretty much all bi. You know that. It is pretty common knowledge in the world now."

"Yes, it is," said Elora. "And you know you want it, Dad. Don't pass up this opportunity any more than you should pass up fucking both Vera and me. Preferably together. She gives incredible head and tells me I do too."

"Head?" squeaked Huey. "Fuck you both. In a threesome. My daughters."

Bob laughed again.

"Two nights ago, it was Morgan, Leslie, Chris, and me. All night. Wore me out," said Bob. Well yeah.

"Dad," said Elora. "We're not virgins. No kids our age are anymore. We know how it makes a difference. We're already sexually active, in a big way. We want it to include you, even if it can only be for one weekend."

"Or..." said Bob. "Our caretakers recently moved on. We really do need someone to move into our house here. The job is basically just to ensure the house is ready for guests, which are here all the time."

"You don't even know me!" said Huey.

"I was offering the job to the girls," said Bob. "But I suppose you can move in too."

Huey laughed.

Bob didn't.

"Wait, you're serious?" asked Huey.

Bob just pointed at us. Then he spoke.

"Chris. Orlando. Leslie," said Bob. "Stop me when you hear someone that you don't think is capable of doing the job they do or did at their age."

"OK, hard to argue, but this is different," said Huey. Bob did what Bob does.

He waited him out.

"What's it pay?" asked Elora. Huey just looks confused. Bob named an astronomical figure.

"Each," said Bob.

"We accept," said Vera. "I suppose Dad can move in too." Somehow that got us all laughing.

"I should mention it is a consulate," said Bob.

Now we're all moaning again.

Somehow, we made it through a round of golf and had an incredible time. They're fun people and I think the tension of knowing what was ahead loosened everyone up.

We'll let the girls tell the rest of the story.


Friends over for dinner

Just having friends over for dinner that we don't see often enough. Tam and Alice and Morgon. They're so much fun. Somehow just the three of them along with Luke and Cassie.

This is Bob. Amy and Pari, of course.

OMG. I can't wait. It is Luke and Morgon's 9th birthday.

OMG. OMG. OMG. I am apparently a tween girl.

OK, I kind of am.

We had a nice dinner with birthday cake. That's not the part of the story worth telling. This is all about dessert.

So let's go there. We started off in bed, of course. A nice big bed. Amy is lying right next to Tam.

You follow why, don't you?

OK, I'm on the bed too, next to Tam and Alice is next to Amy. You have to be prepared. Pari?

She has cleanup.

Oh God.

Did I mention Cassie? Of course Cassie is here.

She's helping with cleanup. She also appears to be kissing Pari a lot.

That's nice.

Very freaking nice, given they're naked. Incredible Pari with pregnant Cassie.

And that's not the main event.

Luke and Morgon undressed each other while standing at the end of the bed. It took them almost a half hour to get naked.

I almost came three times.

Finally they climbed up on the bed. Now I am watching Luke fuck Amy in the missionary position while Morgon rides Tam cowgirl.

I don't think it is helping that Cassie is stroking my cock while sitting across my legs. Then again, Pari is going down on Amy, but Amy can recover better than me.

It is a glorious sight.

They lasted and lasted and finally Tam just filled up Morgon, which set off Luke. Cum flew everywhere. Some even got on me.

Yay!

Something about Cassie licking it up. Yeah, I liked it.

Then Luke shifted over and started frotting me. Morgon is in a 69 with Alice and Tam is fucking her doggy-style. There is so much going on that it is hard to concentrate.

Hard. I might have to reward myself, but not tonight.

Oh! Luke just slid in my ass. That's when more people joined us, and things got really crazy. Of course I fucked the birthday girl. And the birthday boy.

Our lives are fun.

I love a good birthday celebration. We'll just leave the rest to your imagination, but I will say that we ended the night with Luke making love to Morgon, with Cassie urging them on.

You have to love our society.

Just a little short entry for an amazing celebration.


Back before Congress

Bob here. Congress is pissed at us again. The US Congress. I don't know why they keep coming back for more, even though they end up embarrassed every single time. This time I get to testify. No particular reason other than it should be entertaining. It is just Rylee and me, although what they're pissed about certainly includes Pari, Belen, Ruby, and more.

So here's the deal. The US has spent decades marginalizing voters to ensure that the scales were tipped in the favor of one party. They closed polling places in predominately black districts. They gerrymandered until districts looked like ink blot tests. The biggest thing, though, was making it difficult on election day. Most employers allow you to go vote, since that is the law, but if the lines are four, five, seven hours long, somehow that comes back to bite you. White middle management? Sure! Go vote. Take your time. Although their polling places likely don't have any lines at all.

So what did we do that pissed them off?

We closed every business we own on election day. Best Buy? No electronics for you. Costco? No 50 pound bags of rice today. We own companies that employ 45% of all US workers. That's not really common knowledge, although we don't hide it. We even closed the schools. Now, that could have an impact on families that count on school so they can work, so we ensured every school had a few staff members around. The funny thing is that the kids are all likely to still have school. It is self-paced, and they drive themselves.

But that was just the start of what pissed them off. We offered every small business in the US two things. First, we would cover their average revenue for the day if they closed. Second, we would pay their employees for the day.

You know everyone was paid for the day, right? Have you met us?

What really had the leadership go nuts was that 76% of all small businesses accepted our offer. That was bad enough. What really set them off even more was that 100% of businesses, yes 100%, in areas that are predominately people of color accepted.

Then we added free JetsonCar rides to and from the polls.

I can't forget the last one. We offered $1,000 to every person that volunteered as a poll worker. Either party. We wanted them to be motivated. The polls were going to be properly staffed for this election. We also offered any of our properties to be used as voting places, from arenas to a Circle K.

Well, we do own all the Circle K stores. And Casey's. And 7-11. Somehow we are the kings of the bodega world.

Now, we're also not stupid, so we researched every single election law and made sure, district by district, that what we were doing complied. For example, some jurisdictions didn't allow us to pay the $1,000 to poll workers. However, we could hire them for a different day. We ended up using that approach nationwide, since it is entirely legal for us to hire people for the day. We encouraged, but did not require, that they find a day and volunteer somewhere that meant something to them.

It is a good program.

We have also heavily invested in initiatives to lower the voting age. All legally, of course. California is 7. So is New York. Florida and Texas are 9. Surprised, aren't you? Nationwide, the average age to vote is now 11.

We're still working on it.

That's not the part that sets them off the most. The average age of candidates for Congress is now 13. Average. The median is lower, because those figures are skewed by the ancient people running from one party in particular. Since we own so much in the US, we leveraged a little judicial decision called Citizen's United to donate to their campaigns with profits from our US businesses.

There is now a push to repeal Citizen's United, which we support. It was great as long as the right companies used it, but once we did, it was suddenly bad case law.

Funny how that works, isn't it?

They just called the interrogation to order. OK, they didn't use that word, but come on. No mustard for me today. I'm in a suit and Rylee just shines in a business appropriate dress.

I'd do her. Again. Hey, we had to take the edge off before testifying, didn't we? I love Rylee so much. I still remember the early days where she had so much to learn.

Rylee was a fast learner. Damn.

I still don't understand how this session even happened. The committee chair is from the party we favor. I asked her about it, and she laughed.

"The minority leader suggested it and was shocked when I agreed," she said, with a smile.

"Why did you agree?" asked Rylee.

"Because it is going to be hilarious," she said. OK, she has a point.

The committee chair deferred to the minority leader and then winked at us. She is right, this is going to be fun. He rambled for a surprisingly long time. Yeah, he. Did you have any doubt he was an aging white dude?

"Would those testifying like to make an opening statement?" asked the chair. I looked at Rylee and she smiled and shook her head no. I turned back to the chair.

"No thanks," I said, and gave her a smile. I was careful. Making her cum in the session might have been a bit much, you know?

"You don't want to make a statement," she said.

"Nope," I said. Why make it easy for him? She deferred again to the minority lead.

"We're here today to discuss rampant election fraud from a foreign country," he said, looking right at me. "Do you have a comment now?"

"That would be bad," I said. "Is it the Russians again? They're pretty nice now that we helped get Putin out."

Oh God, this is going to be fun.

"No!" he shouted. "It is Dionysus!"

He waited. We waited. We didn't really have anything to say, since it was just smoke up our butts.

We do like things up our butts, but not smoke. Smoke is nasty. No smoke in Dionysus.

"You still don't have anything to say!" he shouted.

"You don't need to shout," said Rylee. Then she stopped.

Damn this is fun.

"You're cheating!" he shouted.

"How?" I said. I am a man of few word.

"You let people off work to vote!" he shouted. The man shouts a lot.

"Yep," I said. "Seems like a good thing in a democracy."

"You paid businesses to let their people off to vote!" he damn near screamed.

"Yep," I said. "Are you going to get to the illegal stuff you mentioned?"

"That's illegal!" he screamed.

"Nope," I said. "But I'm confused. You're upset that we helped people vote? Do I have that right?"

"Yes!" he yelled. I'm running out of variations for the fact he is loud.

"We think voting is good," said Rylee. "Surprised you don't."

Then we shut up again.

Well, he's not shouting. We're not sure he exactly knows where to go now. I'm sure he thought we would cringe from his aggression.

The committee chair was right. This is hilarious.

The silence finally got to me.

"I guess I don't understand the problem," I said. "We're not partisan. We funded poll workers from both parties. We let everyone off work, but sure didn't ask who they were voting for. There is literally nothing partisan in what we did. You live in Beverley Hills? We'll still send the free JetsonCar. Oh, and I looked. You took one to your polling place."

Well, he did.

"Then again, so did I," said Rylee. "Did you, Bob?"

"Sure," I said.

Yeah, we were baiting him. He is truly too stupid to know.

"You voted in our election!" he screamed. My ears hurt, loud. "I'll have you arrested!"

"Why?" I said.

"You voted in our election!" he shouted.

"Yeah, but why would you have me arrested?" I asked.

"What about me? I lost track," said Rylee. "Am I being arrested too, or is it just Bob? You're not very easy to understand, especially when you yell. You yell a lot."

Well, he does.

"Both of you!" he shouted. He's going to lose his voice tomorrow. I just know it.

"Why?" asked Rylee. Damn she's gorgeous. She really is. She and Chip are good together, but I think Rylee is still exploring.

Personally, I love to explore Rylee. I'm a little enamored with Rylee.

I hope no one asks me to stand up right now. That would be embarrassing.

I didn't say anything, because, you know, there was nothing to say.

"You're the King of Dionysus!" he shouted.

"Yes, I am aware of that," I said. "It would be a little weird if I didn't know that. Are you confused?"

That pissed him off.

"The King of another country can't vote in our election!" he shouted. This is tiresome.

"Sure I can," I said. Yeah. Stopped there.

Someone whispered in his ear.

"He can? How the fuck can he do that? Dual citizenship? We allow that?" he said. "Fuck."

He turned back to us, clearly oblivious to the fact that he'd said all that into an open mic. We weren't going to tell him. Pretty sure everyone else would leave him to burn to the ground too.

"Clearly, the FBI will need to investigate," he said, in a new pompous voice.

"Sure," I said. "Happy to meet with them. They can come over to dinner. We're having steaks. Probably lobster."

"Yeah, definitely lobster," said Rylee. "I love lobster, although the butter does get all over your lips." She then proceeded to slowly and surprisingly sensually lick her lips.

Yeah, it was spectacular.

Then we just sat there. At this point, we weren't sure what to do. The chairwoman was awesome. She waited too. After all, her colleague had the floor.

"This isn't productive. You're not cooperating!" he shouted.

"Perhaps if you asked us an actual question instead of shouting. I'm quite concerned. You're pretty bright red right now. Do you have high blood pressure?" asked Rylee, in the sincerest voice you have ever heard.

It was glorious.

He just sat there looking constipated. Finally he looked at his notes.

"In Wayne County, Michigan, you paid poll workers $1,000 a day," he said. "That's illegal."

"No it isn't," I said.

"It is!" he shouted.

"Your shouting does not change the facts," said Rylee. "We researched the law state by state, county by county, and precinct by precinct. We had entire teams of lawyers do the research then we had another team of lawyers do the same research and compared them. I'm still confused. You never answered my question. Why are you mad at us for ensuring people are able to exercise their constitutional right to vote?"

"I'm not!" he said. No, shouted. Still shouting.

"Then why isn't this hearing focused on how we could collaborate to ensure measures like ours are available for every election?" asked Rylee. That got a big smile from the chairwoman.

"That seems like an excellent direction to move the session," she said, pounding her gavel. Why don't I have a gavel? I read about gavels and I am a freaking king. Why don't I have a gavel? For that matter, a lot of the things we do with a spatula, you could do with a gavel. Why am I focusing on a gavel?

"Let's take advantage of all the knowledge and research their teams have done," she said. "What is the first thing you would do to make the elections more fair?"

You've got to love a softball. I looked at Rylee and she laughed.

"Bob and I have developed a sophisticated statistical algorithm that would redraw districts to properly represent the inhabitants. It is simple to use and we've already created a model redistricting for every state," she said. Then she stopped.

"Republicans would never win again!" he shouted.

"You're not supposed to say the quiet parts out loud," said Rylee, with a smile. Um, Rylee, you just made the chairwoman cum. Temper the smile a bit.

The chairwoman didn't seem to mind that much. She does appear a little woozy though.

The rest of the session focused on how to make elections more fair. The minority leader seems displeased.


I'm spending the weekend

Can you see me do a little dance? Oh, that's silly. I could spend every weekend and I would be welcome every time. Oh, this is Rylee. Pari invited me for the weekend. Now, maybe you're picturing me and Pari having a sexy weekend and we will, but she invited me to spend the weekend with her and Bob and Amy. They're inseparable.

Seems like an excellent plan to me. You see, I love Bob. I really do. Amy too. I might have been Pari if Pari wasn't Pari. This is a rare time that my being a part of the kingdom early might have sent us down a different path. Back then, the idea of someone my age being in a relationship with Bob, and by extension Amy, would have been too farfetched. It took a bit for the country to settle down, so to speak. Pari was at the right place at the right time and I love them all for it. They're amazing together.

Every once in a while I wonder if it could have been me.

Right now, I am in the middle, between Bob and Amy, which feels wonderful. I've been in this spot before, long ago. Too long ago. Pari is lying face down on Bob. This arrangement works nicely.

Fuck. I'm confused. Pari lifted her head and looked at me.

"There is nothing to be confused about," said Pari. "Just let time pass. The answer will come."

"You read me!" I said. Pari smiled, and shook her head no.

"I didn't need to read you. You are me," said Pari. "I get it. I imagine you think a lot about how it could have been you. You probably even focus on the fact that you might have met them too early, before there was a country, and before any of this made sense. You might be wondering if there is anything still here."

"You know all that and didn't read me," I said.

"Didn't have to. If our positions were switched, I'd feel exactly the same way. Wondering if I missed out on something amazing and wondering just as much if it would have even worked. Wondering if it still would, with a specific concern about me," said Pari.

I didn't say anything for a bit. I just absorbed what she said. Finally I responded.

"Yeah," I said. It kind of said everything.

Amy and Bob are just quietly listening. It is, bar none, one of their biggest strengths. Just let you work it out, while they listen intently. They give you everything they have in listening to you.

While you work it out.

I turned to Bob.

"Do you love me, Bob?" I asked, setting myself up for disastrous disappointment.

"Rylee," said Bob. "Do you seriously have to ask that of me?"

"Or me?" said Amy. "We love you with all our heart. You will always be a part of our family, with whatever level of intimacy works for you. Pari's right, give it time. Spend more time with us. Bring Chip. Don't visit as a potential mate, just be around more. Be with us more. We do all love each other. I don't know if there is anything there, but I suspect there is. Let me be blunt. I have feelings beyond just friendship with a few people. A very select few. You're number one on that list. The other person on that list is Ruby, and we all understand our relationship is not permanent, but often. Bob's list adds Diane. He might not admit it to himself, but it does. My list includes Gabe. Gabe and Ruby are special to us and so is Diane. No one, literally no one, more than you. I don't know where this is going to end up, but it will be OK. Just be here more. Now, Pari, come lie on me so Bob and Rylee can fuck."

Pari moved over and laid down on me.

It is pretty nice.

"We all love you, Rylee," said Pari, with her face inches from mine. She leaned down and kissed me, just as she slipped two fingers into me.

I damn near bucked her off.

Bob rolled over. Pari is shorter than I am, so Bob was able to position himself and slide into me, with Pari still lying face down on my kissing me. She slid down just a little, so that when Bob slid all the way in, his pelvis pushed against her clit.

Good call there, Pari.


On a road trip

Rylee here. We're on a road trip and talking to anyone that will listen about redistricting. We haven't all been on every trip, but most. Pari, Bob, Amy and me.

It has been glorious.

I don't know where it goes, but time with these three is special. My safe space. My comfort.

And the sex is stratospheric.

This trip is special, so we're all four along. We brought our attorneys too.

Hunter and Nylah.

Which brought Hallie and Leslie along with Colby and Karolina.

Yay.

I haven't been to their Austin house in so long. Pari has never been to their Austin house. It is quite a house. We got in early and hadn't had dinner yet, which was lunchtime here. We're going to spend a few days to get acclimated to the time change. We'll also play on the lake and have a lot of fun.

Fun.

Jessica and Bill are a late add and brought Leo. Not that Leo, fun as it would have been. They brought Karolina's brother.

Precocious little dude.

We headed out to eat at Matt's El Rancho. You can't make this up. Bob says it is an institution and we'll like the food.

I trust Bob on Mexican food.

That's when we all found out that Bob owns Matt's now.

Leo enjoying his wine was a hint.


Testimony bingo

We're off to the Texas State House, where the four of us are going to testify. We're a fun group. We might kill Bob in a sex accident, but hey, he'd go down happy.

Go down.

Ha!

This is Rylee. I'm the voice of the movement. Deep down I think it is ridiculous, but my life has headed down a path no young girl could ever predict. I am rich and powerful in a way most would only dream to be.

Me. I don't get it either. Then again, none of us do. Bob and Amy are still surprised by all this and they're the freaking King and Queen.

"It was a joke!" said Amy.

Yes it was.

It isn't now. We still laugh that this entire journal is written by some guy in Florida. It is too unbelievable to be true. And yet it is. We arrived at the State House and presented ourselves at the guard desk. This is where hilarity normally ensues, but everyone was pretty nice to us. They gave a funny look to Nylah, as expected, but she's dressed in a gorgeous blue suit and looks like the tiny adult she is.

Too professional to be questioned without embarrassment.

Then again, even if you live in a cave, you know who Bob and Amy are. Although most news stories have Bob in shorts and a Ron Jon's T-shirt and Amy in a bikini. Think that through. Bob is fully, if casually, dressed. Amy is in a swimsuit. That's media today.

Then again, the percentage of news stories about me that include a bikini shot is near 100%. Although the Wall Street Journal bikini shot, and the Paris Match bikini shot are not quite the same.

Paris Match has a go-to of me in neon green boy shorts.

And only neon green boy shorts. No, that's not quite true. I'm wearing a cowboy hat.

What can I say? Then again, I'm wearing one today. So is Nylah.

It is Texas!

A guide led us to the hearing room and seated us at the big inquisition table. That's sure what it felt like. Hunter, Amy, Bob, me, Nylah. In that order. Us cowboy hat girls stick together. Although we took them off as soon as we sat down.

The respectful thing to do. I did laugh, because some intrepid photographer caught a photo before we did, and it went a bit viral.

Think Bernie and his mittens. The memes cropped out everyone but Nylah and me.

They were hilarious. We rewarded some of the most creative.

Yeah, rewarded.

I could tell the story about a similar inquisition, but it really was similar. What startled us is that they took the vote right then and there and our redistricting prevailed. I don't know if it is common sense finally coming into play or a recognition of the inevitable, but the more wacko elected officials are slowly being replaced. Most states, like Texas, didn't swing all the way to the left, but to a more moderate right.

I'm OK with that.

After the testimony, we went back and played the Kama Sutra game. Exceptions abounded and let me tell you, little Leo has skills.

Serious skills.

It was a little weird until the first orgasm, and then it was oh so right.

That first orgasm was at the six second mark.

Leo's got talent. If America's Got Talent were just a little more open-minded, Leo would be this year's winner.

For sure.

But the night ended differently than I expected. Pari led the way into the master bedroom, with Bob, Amy, and me.

Then she left. Right as she got to the door, she turned.

"Tonight is your night," she said. "Enjoy yourselves. I'll be back tomorrow night."

I think I love Pari.

"Love you too," she said, just as her cute little naked ass crossed through the door.

Damn, she has a nice ass.

Bob, Amy, and I talked and laughed and fucked until way too late. When I finally woke up, I was cuddling.

With Pari.

Bob and Amy were gone. We both woke up and she gave me the most passionate kiss.

"We all love you, Rylee," she said. Then she demonstrated how much.

Repeatedly.

We used up 9 spatulas.

I'm feeling better about things now.

Nine spatulas.


Me?

Us sure. Me no. I don't get it. I surround myself with stellar leaders and get out of the way.

Sorry. I'm just confused. This is Leslie. Heather just came to me with several topics.

The first was that she was tired of being our UN ambassador as her side job. I could see that. I promised I'd talk to the council. I had an idea.

"That's not really what I came to talk about, so I have two more things," said Heather. "The UN approached us about adding troops to their forces. It seems like a good idea to me."

"Sure," I said. "Seems like a no brainer but you know you didn't need to bring that to me."

"I kind of did. They have also asked for us to take command and suggested a leader," she said.

"That's great!" I said. "You'll be amazing."

"They didn't ask for me," said Heather. Well that makes no sense. We don't have anyone better. So I told her that and she laughed.

"Well thank you," said Heather. "But they asked for you."

"Me!" I said. "I don't know shit. I have you!"

"Says the woman with a PhD in Military Science," said Heather. "And who commands the most powerful military in the world."

Shit. I guess I do.

"Wait. I'm the Secretary not the commander," I said. "Makes no sense."

"Then say no," said Heather. "But you should do it. Here is the solution. You take the command. I stay here. You take Maria as your number two. Your XO. Cassie is looking at med schools. Make Luke the ambassador and Cassie can go to med school in New York and you'll be there a lot too. Hunter has tons of business in New York. Maybe it is time for Hallie to have that baby."

Wow. Now, that's a lot to process.

"I have to go home," I said. "I have to talk to Mom and Dad, and then Luke and Cassie. And Maria. First I have to talk to Hunter and Hallie."


Now, that's a lot

Still Leslie. That's a lot of disruption. First was home. They were both home which was perfect.

I walked them through everything except the baby. Hunter was in. Hallie was reticent. I sat next to her and took her hand.

"I think it might be time to have our next child," I said. She smiled. Hunter grinned.

There was lots of hugging. Hallie still wasn't sure. We'd talk about it some more, but for now, the three of us were together, so...

Pretty sure we might have just made a baby. It was transcendent. The three of us are powerful.

"The three of us are powerful," said Hallie, lying between Hunter and me.

See!

We talked about it some more and fell asleep agreeing it might be fun.

The morning sure was. We ended on a train, with me in the front, and Hallie in the back.

It is kind of a favorite.


It just feels right

I always knew I was coming back. They knew it too. But we needed what we went through.

New York. We wouldn't always be there. Just a base for the time Leslie needed to be there. Cassie and Luke were a bonus.

I love New York. It is one of my favorites. It would be great for Hunter too. So much of fashion was New York. It is not like we couldn't lunch in Paris and have dinner in London. Or Tokyo.

Oh sorry, this is Hallie, but you probably know that. When I said I was coming back, I didn't mean to New York. I meant to our marriage. I know what I did was extreme, but I'd reached that point. I still wasn't back to content, but I'd made it to happy. Tia and Jax are making such a difference. I'll be damned. Just typing their names made me grin.

I may have reached content. But does that mean I'm ready for a baby? We've already talked to Angie and the risks are very low. We'd have to ensure that siblings didn't do it again, but that was manageable. I know I saw our baby, so I know it is happening. Just looking at the ages of the other kids in my vision, now was the time. I'm 16. Is this what I want?

It is. Wow. It really is. What I didn't know at the time was that I was already pregnant.

Yay.

The upside is that our birth control doesn't take months to dissipate. On, off. That's it. I had dropped in on Angie and she did it for me.

Last week.

Then Angie fucked me with a double-ended dildo. Come on. Angie's a doll. Now, I have no idea why Bob walked into the room, but hey, Bob walked into the room.

I love my father-in-law. I love doing my father-in-law.

You would too. Trust me.

But not that day. Not until I am pregnant. That would be a big whoops. Sorry Leslie, your dad got me pregnant. I did, however, get to slide under Angie while Bob fucked her. It's fun here. It is!

I headed home and who should be in the living room but Hunter and Leslie. Somehow I am content.

Which made the sex passionate. Animalistic. Long-lasting. Well, it was.

Like it always is.


NYU is a nice choice

Pari here. It really is a nice choice. All of us love New York, and this opens up so much to our global students. Remember, students can float from campus to campus.

So we're off. Cassie is coming with me. Cassie is cumming with me.

You see what I did there? Cassie is really pregnant, but really wanted to come, so Angie came along. Hey, if shit happens. Angie is going to play tourist but would never be far away. We're meeting with the board of trustees.

Of NYU. Sure, Cassie could just apply to go to the medical school, but that's not really how we do things. The problem with a normal medical school is the pace. Cassie would go insane. That's not how we learn. We absorb information at a startling pace. I could tell a convoluted story, but we bought it pretty easily. Stupid money on a grand scale.

Then Cassie and I went back to the apartment and got naked. The original apartment.

To find Nova and Nicolo. Oh boy.

Let's just say that Cassie got a lot of attention. Nova, Nicolo, Angie, and me.

Poor Nicolo.

OK, maybe tired Nicolo is better. You see, we let him fuck us all. A little. Then he had to finish with Cassie.

He did not complain. Come on. Sexy 13-year-old pregnant woman?

I'd do her with a double-ended dildo.

Oh yeah. I did. Repeatedly.

But here's the plot twist. Just as Nicolo shot his last shot, Amai and Juanita walked in.

And it all started over.

Cassie enjoyed it. We all enjoyed it. We're very sexual.

I think you knew that.


Italy to NYC

How the hell did this girl from Italy end up as the XO to the commander of all the UN troops? The commander who is 16. I came from a small town and wanted to fly. That's all I wanted. I made it to the peak of my career in the Italian Air Force and realized I was nothing more than a prop.

I am no longer just a prop. I guess I should mention this is Maria. I'm not sure if you even remember me. I haven't been in the journal a lot recently. Leslie asked me to move to New York and be her XO at the UN. She was honest that I would be doing most of the actual work and that her position was more a political appointment.

I didn't believe that for a minute. That's just not Leslie. If shit needs to be done, Leslie does the shit. OK, that didn't work that well, but you get my point. She's a roll up your sleeves and get things done girl. Although most of her rompers don't have sleeves. She's fond of spaghetti straps and rompers that can barely contain her glorious breasts.

Oh great. Now I'm wet. Really wet. And the person she asked to help me find a place to live just showed up.

"Hi!" she said. "My name is Chloe. I'm a friend of the family. I'm not a real estate agent but know a little about the New York market."

"I've read the journal," I said, laughing. "I know who you are. We're a little early. I was just thinking about Leslie and am having a problem now. Would you like to help me solve that problem?"

Chloe laughed.

"Let me guess. You had a thought about her glorious tits and now you're horny and wet," said Chloe. "Because that's exactly what happened to me. Lead the way!"

We lost about an hour.

"We really should get going," said Chloe, laughing again. "But I suppose that requires clothes."

"Here it does," I said. "Not in Robertville. It is one of the things I find disappointing about the move."

Then we both laughed and got dressed. Damn she's gorgeous.

I like New York.

"You'll have to meet my husband Ben," said Chloe. "You'll like Ben. Ben will like you. I like threesomes."

"I love a good plan," I said. "But now I'm right back where we started. Heading out to look at real estate and dripping wet."

"Me too!" she said, and off we went. I suspect it is going to be a perpetual problem. A problem I can live with. A problem that Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie will help me with. And Luke and Cassie. All of us together. Imagine it now.

"I've been given fairly narrow parameters in a search for you," said Chloe, as we walked down the street. She took my hand and it felt nice. Yeah, married and all that, but given what I had done with my tongue, I'm not feeling holding hands is that big a deal. We did get a lot of admiring glances. Admiring glances are OK.

"OK, let's go see the first one. It is a nice small apartment with a view," said Chloe. Little did I know she was being snarky. We walked to a place right on Fifth Avenue and took the elevator up. To the Penthouse. We walked out of the elevator into a large room with a spectacular view.

"Um, what?" I said. Not exactly Shakespeare.

"Six bedrooms, eight baths. Media room. The master suite is extraordinary," said Chloe.

"What does something like this cost?" I asked. Chloe shook her head no.

"Not allowed to tell you," said Chloe. "Once you've picked, we'll buy it, and then I'll tell you."

Wow.

We checked out four more.

A 5/7 on a tower in Hudson Yards.

A 6/9 on Charles Street. All nice. All boring. Incredible and boring.

"None of these are floating your boat, are they?" asked Chloe, after we saw the fourth giant apartment in the sky.

"I'm not a deluxe apartment in the sky girl," I said. Chloe laughed.

"TVLand," I said. "Even in Italy."

"OK, I have an alternative, but it will require a buildout, so it would take a month or so to be ready," said Chloe. "You'll have to be open-minded though, and consider the bones, because it won't make any sense without your imagination."

"My imagination is focused on seeing you naked again," I said, which made her laugh.

"Oh, Ben is meeting us at the potential apartment," said Chloe. "He has ideas on the buildout."

"Then we'll fuck," added Chloe.

Yay.

We took a JetsonCar, which is hilarious, because this one is an actual Jetson's car. Hey, TVLand, I know things. We landed at an office building and got out.

Chloe pointed across the street.

At the UN Building. This is literally across the street from the UN Park.

"Why are we at an office building?" I asked.

"Because commercial space in New York took a hit and there is a lot of empty space. My suggestion is to convert this entire tower into your apartment," said Chloe, just as the most adorable man walked up. I hope, so much, that this is Ben.

"Hi," said the man. "I'm Ben."

I am part of Dionysus now. I opened my arms for a hug.

Ben is a good hugger. Ben is hard.

I learned both things.

"It is my idea, and a little wacky," said Ben. "Both 860 and 866 are for sale. Both are at about 45% occupancy. My proposal is to buy them both and consolidate the tenants into 860. It will cost us a bit, but they'll do it, because we'll give them a big upgrade and lower their rent. That opens up this entire building to build into your home."

"This entire building," I said. "All of it."

They both laughed.

"It is fourteen stories above ground and two below," said Ben. "74,000 square feet. 6,900 square meters. Per floor. Plus an extension out front that is six floors of 32,000 square feet."

"Doesn't that seem a little big?" I asked, in the calmest voice I could muster.

"Maybe," they said, and Chloe laughed when she said it. Which is why I got to watch them make out pretty passionately on a New York sidewalk. As in, drew a crowd passionately.

One young girl gave them tips and suggestions.

Good ones.

"My name is Carly," she said, as she walked away. "We'll meet again."

"Let's go in," said Chloe. We went inside and took the elevator to the top floor. Which is entirely empty. As in no walls.

It is really cool. One end looks out over the ocean. The view to the right is the UN. The rest is views of New York.

For those of you in the US, each floor is almost two acres.

Per floor.

Fourteen of them.

"OK, here goes," said Ben.

I started to take off my blouse.

"No, no," said Ben, to the disappointment of us all. "I meant my ideas for the building."

"Darn it," I said, with Chloe.

Now Ben got to watch us kiss. Then we pulled him in.

We managed to control ourselves from stripping and doing each other on the concrete floor.

Barely.

Particularly when Leslie walked in, with Hunter and Hallie. Come on. A girl can only take so much temptation.

"Soon," said Leslie with a smile. Sooner than you think, boss, as I vibrated through an orgasm.

I do have a great boss.

Ben led us over to a large table, which is the only piece of furniture on the entire giant floor. Spread out were large architectural diagrams.

"I can show our CAD program since we have large models and animations," said Ben. "But we've found the family likes to start with the drawings."

He pulled one of the sheets to the front.

"Let's start with this floor," said Ben. "Our thinking is to leave the entire floor open like this. Basically the living room. Various seating areas. A number of eating areas, so this is the dining room too. An arcade area. A media center area. We have technology that isolates the sounds from each area completely, so someone could be playing a movie full blast in the media area and the sound would not carry past the last chair, unless you wanted it to. There would be seating areas for each interesting view. Oh, forgot the ping pong and pool area. Over in this corner, we steal a portion of the lower floor and have the pool. We use similar tech to keep the moisture from the pool contained."

"This entire floor is just the living room," I said. "All of it." I looked at the incredibly complete diagrams. It is incredible.

"OK," I said. "What's next?"

He pulled another sheet over.

"The next floor down is similar, but is a bedroom floor," said Ben. "A similar open concept, with sleeping areas spread out. I forgot to mention that this floor and the bedroom floor have moveable walls, so you can enclose spaces. We use them in a lot of our places, although I don't think anyone ever closes the walls. Why would you?"

Point taken.

Again, it is huge. I counted 23 different sleeping areas.

"Now, we suggest putting the entire place in the app," said Chloe. "All of those beds would be full almost every night."

The group moan vibrated the building. Maybe not, but close.

The diagram showed where the pool came through the floor.

"The pool walls are transparent, so you can see people swimming. I've done this in one other buildout," said Chloe. "I like to stay there. There are three sleeping areas that face the pool. It's nice to lie in bed and masturbate to all the naked people swimming and fucking."

"I can see that" I said. Everyone but me laughed.

"I can see that" said Leslie, laughing.

"Oh, I'm rewarding that," said Bob, who just walked up with Amy and Pari.

It just keeps getting better.

And better.

"There are no closets or bathrooms," I said.

"Nice catch," said Chloe. "They're all on the floor below."

"So stairs? I have to find a staircase to pee in the night?" I said. Chloe shook her head no. She walked over to a spot on the floor.

And disappeared. There is now a hole in the ground.

We walked over and looked down.

Chloe was looking up at us.

"Anti-grav elevator tiles," said Chloe, who then slowly rose back to our floor. "Specific spots on the floor lower you to your bathroom area or your dressing room area. They match the sleeping areas, so are quite large. About 3,000 square feet for each areas. Each bathroom has a sauna and a steam room and a lap pool."

"A lap pool," I said.

"They're pretty cool," said Leslie. Well, sure.

"The next floor down is the things like the kitchen, the laundry, basically all the support services. There are similar laundry elevators into your dressing area. There are two floor elevators to the dining areas, although there are small ones near the seating areas."

Just then a small area next to the table disappeared and then came back up with a tray of cold Coke Zeroes.

That's kind of handy.

"There are two floors of apartments, either for friends or your staff. You'll want a pretty large staff to deal with the food and laundry needs alone. Oh, I should mention that if you just want a private night, the Northeast corner bedroom area can close off across all three floors and give you a nice 20,000 square foot apartment. Whenever you want it, or don't."

"So a little place," I said.

"Yeah, we get this is all nuts," said Chloe. "It always has been. Most of these are Bob and Amy's ideas, and Lawrence helped us implement it all. We're doing this project for the family regardless of whether you want it as your place."

"I guess I could survive in this hellhole," I said.

Ben turned to Pari.

"Did you bring it?" asked Ben. She didn't answer but led the way to the window overlooking the Atlantic. Sitting just a bit out is a yacht.

"Boat!" screamed, well everyone but me.

Pari got it out first. Thankfully, she included me in the payoff.

We might all be a little sticky in our clothes now.

"There is a landing pad on the roof that is quite large," said Ben. "Plenty of room for cars that can hop over to your boat. We have permits for it to be there."

"My boat," I said. "Come on."

"After looking at these designs, it is the boat that freaks you out?" asked Hallie.

"Point taken," I said. "What is it?"

"A Sunseeker 50M," said Pari. "50 meter. 160 feet. Sleeps 12 by their measures. More by ours." Pari laughed.

I like to see Pari laugh. She may be only 12 but she is a complete woman. Powerful, funny, gorgeous, sensual.

"All of which applies to you," said Leslie.

"Right back at ya, boss," I said.

It is a pretty powerful, funny, gorgeous, sensual group.

Cassie and Luke just walked up, which added to that description

I am freaking lucky. I just slammed my hands over my ears.

"Me too!" yelled everyone. Not stupid. Yelled it too.

It was Luke that just screamed it out.

We lost another hour and limited ourselves to just kisses.

As I said, a fun group.

"Let's hop over to your boat," said Bob. "We can have dinner and chat. We want you to be comfortable."

"Yeah, who could be comfortable in this piece of crap," I said, in my most sincere voice.

"Oh I'm rewarding you for that," said Bob.

Just assume another group moan.

"Me too," added Cassie.

Oh God.

Cassie is pregnant. Really, really pregnant.

Insatiable.

OK, that probably applies to us all.

"It does!" screamed everyone.

Ouch. Forgot to cover my ears.

"We'll pay up on the boat," said Amy. "Then we can be naked."

"I love it when a plan comes together," I said, just channeling TVLand today.

Ben walked us over to a spot that had a square taped to the floor. He waited just outside the square. A part of the ceiling dropped to the floor and he and Chloe stepped onto it.

And disappeared through the hole in the ceiling. It dropped back down again and a lot of us crowded on. Oh no, I am trapped between Leslie and Amy.

I think I had another little orgasm.

"Why is there a boat on the roof of the building?" I asked. There is. A nice boat, just sitting there. It looks a little precarious, sitting on its keel, but seems stable.

"It is the tender," said Pari, in some way thinking that answered the question. "OK, it is a wake boat, but works as a tender. It is a Supra SR, with ion power, of course. It also flies, which makes it a convenient way to get back and forth. Of course, you can just grab a JetsonCar."

"People can just ask a JetsonCar to land on your boat?" I asked. It seemed like a fair question. Pari laughed.

"Random people, no," said Pari. "You can. After all, it is your boat."

Seemed like a time to just stare at her.

"Ya gotta have a boat," said Pari.

Sure. Just a little rowboat.

Feel free to let your imagination wander about our afternoon. I was too busy fucking to take notes.

Did I mention Morgan and Sophia joined us too?



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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 28 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 26 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 20 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) - Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 18 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 16 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-147 16 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Hunter 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-86,90-91,93-94,96,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,114-117,121-123,129,132,134-136,138-140,142-144,146-147 16 Leslie's new friend 5'0" (152 cm) - cute as hell, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Hallie 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,115-117,121-123,132,134-136,138-140,143,146-147 16 Hunter's twin sister 4'8" (142 cm) - small A cup
Juanita 3,6-10,12,14-21,23-29,31-34,37,39,41,63,67,70,73-74,79,81-82,85,87,89-90,95,99-101,105,110-111,115,123,125,128,130,136-137,140,145,147 34 Family personal trainer and more 5'9" (175 cm) - athletic, petite, D cup, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-132,134,136,138,140-141,144-147 14 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Sophia 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-143,145,147 23 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Chloe 14,15,20,24,27-28,31-32,34,36,39-43,51,54-55,58,65-66,79,81,90,97,108,119,122,147 40 Developer and architect 5'7" (170 cm) - athletic, smaller B cup. Hot AF
Ben 14,15,20,24,27-28,34,39-43,51,54,65-66,79,90,97,119,122,147 38 Kitchen designer 6'0" (183 cm) - swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) thick cock
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-58,60-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118-119,122,125,127-129,131-132,140,143,146-147 16 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) - sexy AF, B cup
Amai 19,20-21,23-34,36-39,41,47-48,50-52,55-56,63,66-67,69,71,73,77,79,81-82,87,90,92,95-96,99-102,105,115-116,119,126,128-130,132,136,144,147 Twenties The family social secretary 5'4" (163 cm) - beautiful, petite, B cup, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut thick cock
Heather 22,28,41,45-46,48-49,58,63,68,72,93,101,105,112,119,129,131,147 Fifties Secretary of the Air Force  
Nicolo 24,27,32,34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99-101,135,145,147 12 Freja and Aldo's son 4'6" (137 cm) -- 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Nova 24,27,29,32-34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99,101,135,145,147 11 Freja and Aldo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - flat
Bill 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104-105,107,109-112,114-116,118-123,125-130,132,134-136,138-141,144-147 5 Bob and Amy's son  
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-132,134-141,144-147 5 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Angie 43,119,147 Thirties Doctor, GP, OB/Gyn 5'6" (168 cm) - strong, athletic, skilled, C cup
Phary 45,59,69-70,78-79,88,90,96,101,112,118,125,129,132,137,144,147 13 Chantou and Many's daughter 5'0" (152 cm) - dark hair, simply stunning, puffies.
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-130,132-141,143-144,146-147 12 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
Maria 53,61,68,72,84,96,105,125-126,131,147 Thirties Italian F-35 pilot 5'6" (168 cm) - dark hair, sexy, C cup
Morgon 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119,122,126-127,130,132,135,137-140,144-145,147 9 TJ's sister 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing
Tam 62,75,86-87,101,145,147 Forties TJ's Dad 6'1" (185 cm) - Average but distinguished, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Alice 62,75,86-87,121,147 Forties TJ's Mom 5'3" (160 cm) - Mom bod, but rocked it, D cup
Lawrence 65,73,82-83,86-87,93,96,99-100,103,107,112,114,122,125,128,133,135,137,142,144,146-147 Thirties Chief Engineer on Vino for all things 6'5" (195 cm) - Light brown hair, tall, a true nerd, 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock
Cassie 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104-110,112,115,117,119,123,127-130,132,135,139-140,142,144-147 13 Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup
Belen 71,78,82,86,89-90,93,100,103,107-108,112-114,119,122,124-126,130,135,140,144,147 12 Car museum program director 4'6" (137 cm) - Dark blonde hair, cute, nipple bumps
Luke 80,81,86-87,90,92-96,99-102,104-110,112,117,119,123,126-130,135,140,142,144-146,146-147 9 The new brother 4'4" (132 cm) - Sandy brown hair, thin, cute, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Nylah 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-140,144-147 7 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie
Colby 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-141,144-145,147 7 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando
Karolina 123,124,128,132,135-136,138-139,144-145,147 12 Adorable violinist from Santa Monica 4'10" (147 cm) - Brown hair, thin, tiniest of nipple bumps
Leo 123,128,139,145,147 2 Karolina's brother  
Cassiopeia 129,132,137,144,147 14 Pro shop golfer in Dallas 5'7" (170 cm) - Brown hair, athletic, B cup
Jax 146,147 4 Hallie, Hunter, and Leslie's son 3'0" (91 cm) - Dark hair, Black, thin, 2-inch (5 cm) cock
Tia 146,147 3 Hallie, Hunter, and Leslie's daughter 2'9" - Dark hair, Asian, tiny, flat
Vera 147 11 Golfer in San Diego 4'11" (150 cm) - Brown hair, thin, puffies
Elora 147 9 Golfer in San Diego 4'4" (132 cm) - Brown hair, thin, flat
Huey 147 35 Vera and Elora's dad 6'1" (185 cm) - Brown hair, trim, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Carly 147 9 Mysterious girl on the street in NYC 4'3" (130 cm) - Brown hair, adorable, thin, flat

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