26 July 2021

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We're BFFs now

Phary here. I'm on my way to Vino with Cassiopeia. We have quickly become BFFs. We are just here to meet with Lawrence and then we are heading on to Paris. When we got to his office he was just finishing up lunch with Aja. I love their spark even if they didn't quite get it yet.

"Before I forget, we are on our way to Paris for the weekend. It is a pretty full house and should be fun. Do the two of you want to go with us?" I said. They looked at each other and Aja blushed. Good grief.

Lawrence found a reserve I didn't know he had.

"That sounds like great fun. I've never been to Paris. Would you like to go with me, Aja?" said Lawrence.

This could be interesting. I think Lawrence just sent a message that he should have sent long ago. Now the question was entirely up to Aja. Suddenly Aja broke into a huge grin, looking at Lawrence.

"I would truly love to go with you, Lawrence," said Aja. I have never seen Lawrence that excited. While they weren't looking I signed up one of the smaller apartments for them. They might need it.

"So what did you want to talk about?" asked Lawrence. Jubilant Lawrence. He was so cute.

I explained the idea of a personal air conditioner. Cassiopeia and I had talked about it through dozens of rounds of golf. I wasn't stupid, though. We were playing courses in better weather, for now. I found a listing of the top 100 golf courses in the world on Golf Digest. We were working our way through the list. Cassiopeia was gaining valuable experience and I was having fun. I can't explain how I can do what I do but I do. That may be my favorite sentence I have ever written.

Cassiopeia was pushing me to go pro too. Sure. I've been playing the game for a week or two. I'll go pro. OK I really was going to do it. We could travel together and be the golf girls.

Lawrence did love the air conditioner idea. He explained Peltier cooling to us. Rather than using a compressor it is a solid-state device. The problem is efficiency. It uses a lot of energy.

We have energy.

"We can cool the inside of a force field. We can tune the force field to allow heat out, but only heat. I think this could work," he said. "It could work the other way too and generate heat. It sure could change the world for outdoor workers. I will play with it next week. We've already basically done it since we used something similar on Mars."

Let's go to Paris.

We left Aja and Lawrence at the apartment. There are nice, laminated cards on the counter showing each tourist attraction. Grab a card and learn a little more. I assumed Jessica did it, because, you know, Jessica, but it was actually Chris. I'm trying to picture Chris at the laminator, but hey, they're handy. In my mental image, Chris is at the laminator naked.

My image is likely accurate. And spectacular.

We're leaving them because Cassiopeia and I are playing golf. Kind of our entire point, right? We're playing the Vineuil course at Golf de Chantilly.

We're driving an Aston Martin Vanquish Zagato Shooting Brake.

Quite a mouthful, isn't it? We borrowed it from Amy. A Shooting Brake is a station wagon, but usually one with two doors instead of four. This one is a Vanquish, with a weird wagon back.

It is handy. They only made 99 of them. Amy might own them all. If not, she's close. Amy loves her wagons. We have found the car perfect for golf, because there is room for two sets of clubs and two people. Today we have it loaded up.

Did I mention we have two of them?

Cassiopeia and I are playing with the aforementioned Jessica, plus Luke. You expected Bill. Don't be so predictable.

We're not members, so we're going on a Thursday. Yes, we made reservations early. Mary Lou made them for us. Once she mentioned the royal family, they didn't even ask for names.

This shit is unbelievable. It really is. I'm a little girl from Cambodia. None of this makes sense.

Says the 13-year-old girl driving the rare Aston Martin to a famous golf course outside Paris with two members of the Royal family.

We pulled into the club and pulled into valet parking. Don't worry, it won't fly for the valet.

Of course it flies. We're 45km outside of Paris. You expect us to drive that far? Although I supposed we could have just dropped out of the sky in my S-88.

"It would have been more fun in my S-88," said Jessica. "I love to fuck with them."

Jessica likely meant that in every way you can imagine. She is constrained by her age, but not that constrained.

For example, all four of us have an exception, plus Aja, for the weekend.

Sorry Lawrence, no Jessica for you today.

"Yet," said Jessica. "Yet."

I suspect her list is long.

"My 9-year-old party, no strike that, our 9-year-old party is going to be epic," said Jessica.

Yes it will.

We climbed out and got our clubs out of the back. We're light today because you walk this course. We all just have six clubs, even Cassiopeia. We're here for fun, and the three of us are going to work with her on the math of fewer clubs. We got to the registration desk and got the look.

"We were told there would be Royals," said the disdainful young man behind the counter. I pointed.

"Princess Jessica. Prince Luke," I said.

"Real Royals," he said, just dripping with disdain.

The French. What can I say?

I held Jessica's arm, but she laughed.

"It is OK," said Jessica. "I know I am a lesser royal." Oh God, the voice. She used her princess voice.

It is freaking hilarious.

She just handed the dude her handicap card. Jessica is even newer to golf than I am.

Luke and Jessica have a handicap of two.

"This cannot be accurate," said the young man.

"Well, I'd probably be a scratch golfer, but I play from the men's tees," said Jessica. Twist the knife, little one.

"I'll be twisting your nipples later," thought Jessica. I am sure the dude wondered why I just moaned.

Come on. Jessica. Likely naked. Laying on top of me. Twisting my nipples with one hand and just hammering fingers in me with the other.

It is a pleasant mental image.

He was getting even more rude when a man in his thirties walked out from his office. If I had to guess, I'd say Dad, just due to the resemblance. He literally ran over to the desk and used his hip to push the young man out of the way.

"You are all preregistered," he said. "Feel free to enjoy the putting green or driving range. Your tee time isn't for about 40 minutes, although I could bump earlier golfers if you would like."

"Do you know much about our society?" asked Luke. The man just nodded and nodded.

"Do you believe we would ask, or even accept, your bumping people so we could start early?" asked Luke.

"No," said the man, in a chastised toddler voice. You know the voice.

"We do appreciate the offer," said Jessica. "But I could use some work on my drives. Point the way."

"What the fuck, Dad," said the young man, in French. Up until now, he'd been speaking in English. We all had.

"You just lost your chance to have some of this," said Jessica, in French, while striking a pose.

Oh.

"Sorry," said Jessica. That's going to chafe.

We finally learned they're Gabin and Bosco. Father and son.

Not sure we really care that much about their names. Not fuck material. Just not.

Oh that sounds terrible. Too bad. They're not.

Gabin left Bosco at the desk and walked us out to the driving range. More accurately, he sent Jessica, Cassiopeia, and me through the ladies' locker room and walked through the men's with Luke.

It seems so quaint to have separate locker rooms.

We got out the other side and met up again and he walked us over to the driving range. There were four open slots, complete with balls, so we took our positions.

Gabin stood back to watch.

Cassiopeia and I went first. We're just warming up but cleared 200 yards. Luke came in at about 190. Not bad, Luke.

Jessica blasted a drive past 250 yards.

Gabin just stared at her. She turned to him and laughed and lifted up her shirt.

"It is the abs," said Jessica. Um, not quite so high there, Jessica. Flashing your nipples at the guy.

"Not a big deal in France," thought Jessica.

"But hard on him," I thought. Now Jessica is laughing inside my head.

"Put it on your list for Dad," thought Jessica. Already did, Jessica, already did.

Bob's rewards are amazing.

"I can't wait," thought Jessica. "For now, Orlando substitutes quite well."

Uh oh, Cassiopeia, Luke, and I are all moaning. I guess she was thinking to us all.

Luke just shrugged.

"It has been life changing," thought Luke. Luke turning 9 was momentus.

"Asshole," thought Jessica, which is why we're all laughing now. The man next to Jessica did the classic shh. We all quieted down. We watched him for a bit, and he was hitting the ball about 150 yards, but without a lot of accuracy. An occasional hook, but a mean slice. Jessica waited for him to tee up the ball and walked up and talked to him quietly. He leaned down to listen. I'm pretty confident he is getting a down blouse shot.

How am I confident?

He's hard as a rock. Come on, even just Jessica's nipples are a turn-on. Especially Jessica's nipples.

I'm sucking them for hours later.

The guy took a swing, and it went straight and center out to about 180 yards. He picked up Jessica and swung her around. Sometimes it is fun to see Jessica be a kid. She just laughed until he set her down.

One more suggestion. One more down blouse.

210 yards down the center.

Jessica spent our remaining time walking along the other golfers and giving tips. Swinging her around became a thing. We hit some more drives and she finally walked back.

Flushed.

"About half of them picked me up by the ass," thought Jessica. "Borderline, but oh so fun."

We hear you, Jessica. Oh, we mean it. In our head. We hear her in our heads.

Now we're off to the first tee. There is a bit of a backup, so we waited patiently. The foursome in front of us, who are still waiting, are a couple and their two kids. Zoya, Omer, Madina, and Tahir. Madina is about 13 and Tahir is about 11.

And freaking adorable.

We struck up a conversation while we were waiting. They're locals and I don't mean Paris. Zoya is the bookkeeper and Omer is the heads groundsman, both here at the club.

"We can play for free," said Zoya. "It is an awesome benefit."

I am so impressed that they just chatted with us, with no mention of our ages or who we are. It is refreshing. We rearranged a bit and Jessica joined their foursome and Madina joined ours. Seems like a good thing. I'll pass the pen to Jessica. I should mention that they're originally from Algeria and stunning.

I can't do'em all

Being 5 is frustrating as hell. I'm a sexual woman and I'm so constrained. Mom's pretty good about exceptions, but that leaves so many people out.

Like Mom and Dad.

Patience, patience.

Our ninth birthday is going to be legendary.

"So how long have you been playing, Tahir?" I asked.

"A few years," he replied. "But not enough to be very good."

"Are you open to some coaching?" I asked, and he nodded, with a little smirk.

"You could coach me in a lot of things," thought Tahir. Oh boy.

I'll bet I could. Tahir is laughing now. You're going to have to prove it, golf boy.

What's interesting is that I think his parents know what is going on.

Ah, the French.

"Let me show you some things," I said. I lined up for my drive and narrated what I was doing. It is a variation on Phary's math approach, but I have added a couple more variables. I went with her approach, since it is more basic, and a good start.

"What about if we made this change?" asked Tahir, rattling off a variation I already use.

"Yes, that's an improvement," I said. "I was starting you at the basics."

Tahir just shook his head no.

Got it, golf boy.

I teed off and held back a bit and dropped it right in the center of the fairway at the dog leg. 222 yards.

I'm happy with my shot.

Tahir looked around and made sure no one was watching when he teed off. His shot was still pretty high when it got to my ball.

Then it took a hard left and kept going.

Tahir is laughing. I handed him a new ball.

And shook my head no. No powers, golf boy.

The fact that his dad laughed too made me curious. I checked out their parents together.

Nailed it.

"So did you move to France so you could live as a couple rather than siblings?" I asked, of Omer. His reaction was telling. Surprise, maybe even shocked, followed by acceptance.

"Yes," he replied. So simple.

"Dionysus might have been a better choice," I said. "Sure a lot more fun."

The look on their faces was hilarious. I'm not one to make a comment like that and leave them hanging though.

"You still can," I added. "Happy to make you citizens." By now our two foursomes had bunched up and are together.

"Citizens? Dionysus citizens?" choked out Omer. "You can do that?"

"I can do pretty much whatever I want," I said. "With the exception of fucking people that are 18 or over. That sucks."

"Sucks," laughed Bill, in my head. Thanks, bro. You're not even here.

OK, going in Dad's log.

"No pressure," I said. "You know we would never pressure, but we have roles all around the world for you both. Pretty much every Gamma resort has a world-class golf complex. Take your pick. All have outstanding schools, too."

"With wrestling programs," said Luke.

The group moan was, well, expected.

"But why?" asked Madina. "Why us? Surely you have some complicated immigration policy with established rules. You just met us!"

"Nah," said Luke. "We really don't. We just meet people we like and ask them to join the kingdom."

They all laughed. We didn't. It really is how it works.

"You're serious," said Zoya.

Luke just nodded.

It is kind of our thing.

We finished our round of golf and started to head into the clubhouse. Our new friends veered towards the parking lot.

"Come with us," I said. "We're having dinner. Our treat."

They all laughed.

"Yeah, we're not allowed in the clubhouse. Can't have the staff mixing with the members," said Omer.

Fuck that. Wait. Out loud.

"Fuck that," I said. "Come with me."

"We could lose our jobs!" said Zoya. I stopped and faced them.

"Didn't we already address that?" I asked. "Assuming there is an interest. I'll tell you what. If they fire you, and you want to stay, I'll buy the club and reinstate you."

That got me a few stares.

Then a little laugh from Omer.

I waited him out.

"You could do that?" said Omer. "You would do that?"

"I could and I would," I said. "I might anyway. I like the course, it is convenient to Paris, which I like, and it could be so much more successful if we ran it."

Well it would.

"But I am not forcing you to join us. If you'd rather not, we'll find a local restaurant and eat there," I said. "No one will ever force you to do anything and in our world, you would always have been welcome."

Luke just nodded. I love the guy. Then he sent a text.

Well sure. I am pretty sure I can guess what text he sent. Can't you?

"I should add that this is likely to be hilarious," said Luke. "Watching Jessica eviscerate an adult is one of the joys in my life."

Yeah, mine too, bro, mine too. I might be tiny, but I am mighty.

I'm just not quite sure if I am human.

Just then Luke got a text and nodded at me.

Let the fun begin.

I led the way in and wandered until we found the restaurant. It is filled with a bunch of upscale people in golf clothes. Pretty much like every other golf club on the planet. I led the way to the desk.

"There are eight of us for dinner," I said. He looked at us with a look only the French can use.

"Employees and their families are not allowed in the restaurant," he said, in a voice just dripping with disdain. Good grief. "Children are also not allowed in unaccompanied, so the rest of your group cannot eat here either."

"Your attitude is rude and inappropriate," I said. "I don't like you."

He laughed. The only thing worse would have been if he spit.

"How would your opinion of me affect my life in any way?" he said, with more snark than I've heard in a while. Snark can be fun, or snark can be bad.

Guess which one he did?

"You're fired," I said. He laughed. Then he spit.

Oh good grief.

"She owns the club now," said Zoya. "You really are fired. Thank God."

"This tiny child owns this club," he said, laughing.

"Yes!" said our entire group.

Madina got it out first. Before she could pay up, our dinner guests joined us. It seems his attitude changed a bit when he saw them. He literally ran around our group and bowed.

To Mom and Dad. You know. Queen Amy and King Bob.

"Pretty sure she told you that you were fired," said Mom. Dad just nodded.

"There must be some confusion. We were not aware the kingdom owned the club," he said, bowing again. The bowing was weird.

Mom and Dad laughing didn't help.

"The kingdom doesn't own the club," said Mom. "She does." Mom pointed at me. I just smiled.

Karma's a bitch, dude.

"I, I, I," he said.

"That about sums it up," I said. "In our world, we is preferred to I. Normally I give second chances, but you spit. That is unforgiveable."

Just then security walked up and took his arm and led him away. A young woman zipped up behind the podium.

"Ten for dinner?" she said.

"What was his role?" I asked, and she laughed.

"You just fired the restaurant manager," she said. "Which the rest of us appreciate."

"And your role?" I said.

"I'm the hostess. Normally I would have greeted you, but I had to run to the ladies' room," she said, smiling.

"Would you have allowed us in?" I said.

"Now, that's the conundrum, isn't it?" she said. "Those are the rules, and they were his rules, so I either enforced them or I got fired."

"Would you have spit?" I asked, and she laughed.

"No," she said. "Never."

"Are you familiar with the overall operations of the restaurant?" I asked. She gave me the biggest smile.

"I'm finishing my degree in restaurant operations at the Sorbonne," she said. "I'm Macie, by the way. I'm just here for the summer and then return to school."

"Would you like the job?" I asked. "We'll give you a flying car and work it around your school schedule."

The look on her face is priceless. Then it passed and she stood up straight.

Just thrusting out those glorious C cups.

"While I would welcome that, I am just a part-time hostess, and only 15," said Macie.

"Not really an answer to the question, now was it?" I said.

She thought for a moment.

"I would be honored," she said. Just then a gorgeous young man walked up. Simply gorgeous.

"I'll show you to your table," said Macie. "Let me know the next steps. I'm off now."

"The next steps are for you to join us for lunch," I said. "Since you attend the Sorbonne, you're aware of can but don't have to."

"Oh yes," she said. "I'm an accomplished wrestler, too."

That came with a big grin. A really big grin. Meaning I am now standing here just vibrating. Pari had just walked up and she's vibrating too.

How fun. I think the people that walked up to the podium during our spasms were a little confused. Oh wait, the son isn't.

He's grinning. And hard.

You go, dude.

Macie showed us to our table, which is now for twelve, and ended up between me and Dad.

Kind of an interesting pair, don't you think? Dad leaned over a bit.

"You have an exception for the weekend," he said.

Oh good. Macie just moaned through an orgasm too.

Golfing is fun.

Am I dreaming?

My name is Madina. I am having lunch and it can't be real. It just can't.

It can't.

Let's walk through it. My family was having a golf outing and happened to run into members of the Royal family of Dionysus.

That's unbelievable, step 1.

They invited us to join them, and I got to golf with Prince Luke, who is adorable, and the two rising stars of golf, Phary and Cassiopeia.

Is that step 2, or step 2 and 3?

So far, just an unbelievable day.

Did I mention they invited us to become Dionysus citizens?

Step 3. or maybe 4.

You get the idea. We're sitting down to lunch now, after Princess Jessica bought the entire club, and fired the restaurant manager, so we could have lunch. Yeah, that sounds nuts, but, well, it happened. Then she made the 15-year-old hostess the restaurant manager and invited her to join us for dinner.

Should I mention that King Bob, Queen Amy, and Pari joined us for lunch? And that it is pretty clear that Pari is in a relationship with both Bob and Amy?

They asked me to just call them Bob and Amy!

They're an informal royalty.

Apparently Jessica hates being called Princess. Except when she likes being called Princess, which is usually when she is eviscerating someone. Which she likes to do occasionally. Regularly. Frequently. A lot.

You get the idea.

Then it got weird. Uh huh. Let's drop in on lunch.

"So, Madina," said Jessica. "Which resort needs your talents? Is it this one? Should we convert it into a Gamma resort? Another one? Walk us through your choices."

"Why me?" I asked.

"Because you know the answer to the questions," said Jessica.

"How could you possibly know that?" I asked. "You just met me today. We never discussed your resorts."

"Jessica knows things," said Pari. "She's never wrong. Don't ever bother arguing with her. Listen to her until you understand why she's right."

Everyone in my family laughed.

No one else did.

"I can do it too," said Macie, softly. Everyone's heads spun towards her.

Jessica just raised her right eyebrow. That is surprisingly powerful.

"I'll give you an example," she said. "I was supposed to be off today. I had plans with friends that we had made weeks ago. A big deal. A day shopping in Paris. I talked to them and they're still there and having a blast. Last night, I realized I needed to work today and traded with someone."

"Damn," said Pari. All the Royals and their friends are just nodding now.

"The South of France resort," I said, just blurting it out. "It was the first resort you owned, and you've completely neglected it. It's essentially an Alpha, with a little bit of Beta. You've abandoned that concept elsewhere but ignore that resort."

Amy and Bob laughed. Uh oh.

"You're absolutely right," said Amy. "We've done just that. It's a beautiful property and has so much potential and we've ignored it. We even have the land for a spectacular golf complex and have never done it. Wow. Is the whole family willing to move or just you?"

"Um, I'm 13," I said. Everyone not in my family laughed.

"I'm 5," said Jessica. "I own this club. Pretty sure age isn't a limiting factor in our world."

"I'm in," said Tahir. "I have some ideas for the course. I'm not a course designer, being 11 and all, but would love to work with someone that is."

"Do we get to come?" said Mom. You know, Zoya. Hard to keep up. "Or are you leaving us behind?" She and Omer laughed. I had to do it. I waited her out.

"Hey!" said Mom.

"Let's do this," said Jessica. "The club needs some new leadership. Clearly they haven't exploited the opportunity. Nothing wrong with that. Marcel and Margot are still making most of the decisions and they're ready to move to Amyville. Zoya, let's put you in as the CFO. We need someone we trust to manage the money. Omer, let's give you the physical plant and you can lead the effort to build out the Gamma resort. Tahir, we'll put you in charge of the golf complex, both building it and running it."

"What about me?" I laughed.

"Well, you run the whole thing, of course," said Jessica. "They all work for you."

Why are my brother and parents just nodding? They're nodding. They're freaking nodding.

"None of that makes any sense," I said.

Everyone not me at the table laughed.

"Come on. You know our country," said Luke. "Belen. Rylee. Chris. Leslie. Ruby. Pari."

He just left it hanging but is pointing at Pari.

Point taken.

"Chris was our UN ambassador, younger than you are. Heck, Carlina was our UN ambassador at 7," said Amy. "Age isn't a thing. You have to know that. But there is a huge support structure too. You'll have access to everyone. Julia. Luca. Everyone."

"Julia and Luca together," said Pari, with a laugh.

The group moan was a nice touch.

"Who is going to run the casino?" asked Jessica.

"Well," I said. "We do have a 7-year-old sister, Mira," I said, laughing. "She does love to play cards."

Not the right time to moan, Tahir.

Oh. It seems to have set off a group moan. People are staring.

I think they're jealous.

"Perfect," said Jessica. "She can work with Omer on the buildout of the casino and run it once complete."

"Our 7-year-old daughter," said Mom.

There's that single eyebrow again. Then Jessica turned to Macie.

"Do you have any siblings?" asked Jessica. Macie just lit up.

"I have a brother, Stellan," said Macie. Jessica raised both eyebrows this time and Macie laughed.

"He's 11," said Macie. "He's a year behind me in the hospitality management program."

"Perfect," said Jessica. "I can't support a leadership that allowed this to happen here. That's just not us. We'll move you up to run the entire club and move Stellan into running the food service operations."

"OK," said Macie. "There is a lot of contiguous land available for purchase. Prices are high, but I doubt you care. This would be a fabulous Gamma."

"OK," said Jessica.

"OK what?" asked Mom. "OK, you'll consider it? OK, you heard her?"

"OK do it," said Jessica.

"This all makes no sense," said Dad. I gotcha on that one Dad.

"Sure it does," said Pari. "I'm 12. I'm the Minister of Education. Leslie is 16 and the Minister of Defense. Chris, who is 16, was the President of the United States. You've read an enormous amount about Dionysus. That's pretty clear. Have you ever, one time, read about any of the people failing?"

"No," said Dad. "But you wouldn't share that with the world."

"Sure we would," said Bob. "We'd use it as a teaching experience. We're not infallible, but we do trust. That's the heart of everything."

"But your 5-year-old daughter is leading this discussion," said Mom. "This makes no sense."

"It will," said Cassiopeia. "I've only been in their world briefly, but this all makes sense for me. I'm sitting in a club restaurant outside Paris and my friend, Jessica, just bought the club. The fact that she is my friend wouldn't even have happened in my old world. Friends with a 5-year-old? It does make sense here. All of this makes sense to me. Trust them."

"Being my friend has benefits," said Jessica, with an exaggerated leer at Cassiopeia, who laughed.

"That it does," said Cassiopeia, who blushed.

Oh my.

"Hold up," I said. "I know all about the rules. You're too young, Jessica."

"I have what's called a 7-year-old exception. I can live by the 7-year-old rules," said Jessica. "And you're under 18." She hit me with the most amazing smile.

I am now vibrating through an orgasm.

That was nice.

Expanding the club

I like Jessica. No, not that way.

Yet.

I should mention this is Macie. There are lots of new people in this story, so tough to keep up.

We walked into his office and Jessica just walked by his assistant's desk. She hopped up and tried to stop us, but for some reason she slid back to her chair and sat down, with a startled look on her face.

Yes, slid.

Jessica led the way into his office and he just glared at her. I mean that look was mean.

"This will be short," said Jessica. OK, I snorted, and she laughed and glared at me.

Come on. She's 5. She's little.

"You're fired, effective immediately. We will pay you any legally required severance," said Jessica. "If, and only if, you leave without trouble."

He laughed.

Oh boy.

"Like you could fire me," he said. "The labor board would never allow that."

The smile on Jessica's face. I love it.

"There is no such thing as a labor board," said Jessica. His confusion was hilarious.

"Of course there is!" he said. "It is a basic French program."

"You are not in France," she said. He is even more confused.

The timing could not have been better. He has a TV in his office, with the news on, but muted. The little bar underneath was running a newsflash.

"It is called a chyron," said Jessica. "We love the word."

Understandably.

It read Princess buys golf resort. Just then it flashed up Jessica's picture. His neck is going to hurt tonight. Swinging back and forth from the TV to Jessica and back. Then it changed Property declared a Dionysus consulate. Rumors include a Gamma resort.

"Oh yeah," said Jessica, in a voice I haven't heard before. I think she might have just vibrated through a small orgasm. She laughed and smiled at me.

Now I am vibrating through a small orgasm.

Working here is a lot more fun now.

His assistant marched in carrying an empty box, looking confused.

I mean marched. Legs in the air. Marching band march.

Weird stuff happens around Jessica.

"You have no idea," said Jessica. Wait. She didn't say it.

I think I just heard it in my head. Now she is laughing in my head.

I can only do that with Stellan.

"Oh goody," thought Jessica.

They left and Jessica walked around the desk and pulled out the chair and nodded. I walked around and sat down, just as the CFO walked in, looking at some papers.

"I need your signature on these," he said, still not looking up. "I swept the standard 10% into our offshore accounts."

Then he looked up.

Oops.

"You're fired," I said. "We will be bringing criminal charges after our forensic accountants determine the depth of your thefts."

Just then, two gendarmes walked in the office and took him away.

"They'll pick up the rest on the way out," I said. "I'll need a little help in some key roles for a bit. Finance, primarily, particularly since we're losing Zoya too. It appears she was the only honest one."

Just then, three people walked into my office. My office. Kids.

Weird.

"Hi," said the young woman. "I'm Willow, this is my brother, Aidan, and this is our other brother, Xavier. Before you ask, I'm 13, Aidan is 16, and Xavier is 7. We're a tiger team that comes in to help new leaders. Aidan will step in as the new CFO, pending hiring a replacement. Xavier will work with Stellan to ensure that transition in food services is flawless. I'll be a generalist, working with you on establishing the Gamma resort."

I just looked at Jessica.

"I told you we would help," said Jessica. "I'll leave the four of you. Have fun. If you need anything, don't ask. Just do it."

With that, Jessica disappeared. She did suggest I move the rest of this story to a new entry.

OK by me. Xavier just took off his clothes.

"They explained can but don't have to, right?" said Xavier. Why yes they did. How handy that Stellan just walked in.

And started undressing.

Expanding the club the sequel

My name is Madina. I am pretty confident that meeting Jessica and crew on the golf course has changed our lives. I also think it was supposed to happen. You see, today wasn't the day we were going to play. It was tomorrow. We got a call from the pro shop of an opening and asked if we could move.

That has never happened before.

We're off right now to the new resort. Jessica arranged that Damar and Danice would help us move and would stay to help us get settled. Apparently they are also our drivers and flight instructors.

Well sure.

Jessica suggested this get split to a new chapter, so I'll see you soon.

I am pregnant

I am pregnant. Therefore I crave cum. I mean seriously crave cum. Amy level cravings. I do wonder if your pregnancy cravings are a factor of your pre-pregnancy cravings. Amy has always loved cum.

I have always loved cum.

Ergo.

I don't know if that is the proper use of ergo, but you get my point. Oh, this is Cassie.

Family and friends have been really giving and I appreciate it, but it is Saturday morning, we're at our house in Robertville, and I need a fresh supply. Remember, variety is a win.

So Luke and I are headed to the park for a picnic. We've got a nice selection of crackers, cheese, and wine, including non-alcoholic wine for me. It is a gorgeous day, and we have a big blanket, and I am hoping to get fucked repeatedly, give lots of blowjobs, and get licked and kissed by a wide variety of people.

You know, Saturday.

You see, I'll be a bit of a draw, being pregnant and all. We took a cart over and walked out onto the big grassy area. It was busy, but not overly so, and we walked over to a nice open area. We started to spread our blanket but heard a voice from behind us.

"Just what I need, competition from a sexy royal," said a voice. I turned lying on a blanket near ours is the sexiest pregnant woman.

Valeria.

Oh goody.

"I guess we'll have to share," I said, laughing. We moved our blanket over next to hers.

"Where are Grace and Orlando?" asked Luke.

"Just stag today. They had other things to do," said Valeria.

"Really?" said Luke, in a skeptical tone. Valeria laughed.

"No, it is OK, they had things to do for a client," said Valeria. "I'm just glad I found you."

"Us, too," I said. I laid down next to her and we both rolled onto our sides.

We could barely reach each other to kiss. Two bellies in the way. Which led to us laughing, which drew a crowd.

Oh goody.

"OK, Luke, you got a nice load for your sister-in-law?" asked Valeria. Luke is now on his back and Valeria is riding him. Nice. I looked around and saw a cute boy of about 12. I pointed at the blanket next to Luke.

The dude was naked and on his back in a heartbeat and I climbed right on. The boy and Luke started kissing and so did Valeria and I.

A pleasant afternoon at the park. Just like yours, right?

While Valeria and I were kissing, a cock slipped between our lips, and then another from the other side. They were frotting while we licked.

And then they were cumming all over us.

Which led to cleanup and kisses from a variety of women. And some men. I'd guess around 5 to 75.

Variety is good.

Sorry, Valeria, the 5 to 8 year olds are mine.

Yay.

The group grew until we were basically in a cum shower. We'd ride someone while others either masturbated or had help, but in the end, all the cum was directed at us. I don't exactly know why, but the first young man, Cullen, was helping and keeping count. Sure. Why not.

"My personal record, at once, is 73," said Valeria. Cullen looked at me.

"82," I said. Well, it is.

"Records are gonna fall," said Cullen, laughing.

How right he is.

I hope our theory about our kids' benefiting from cum is true. We sure gave them a dose today.

Fun too.

Records fell.

Now, I could stop here, but we're headed back to our house. In New York.

It is still early.

In New York.

We'll be tired. I don't care. We left Robertville at about 1700, which meant we arrived in New York before lunch.

I'd call that a win. I had announced that I needed more cum, so the house was brimming with people. Some of that can be girl cum, so everyone was invited. When we got there, the group was already pretty large.

Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie.

Ray and Rachel, with their parents, Gary and Ruth.

Felipe and Natalie, the caretakers from the original apartment.

Chloe and Ben, of course.

Some of Ruby and crew's friends from NYU, including Becky, Jude, Sage, and Gloria.

Rute, with her brothers Valerio and Horacio and they brought Maite and Jameis.

It is quite a group, many of which we haven't seen in way too long. Oh we were going to see them in all their glory.

And all the cum goes to me.

I'm too tired to narrate it all. Let's just leave it that our child should be a fucking genius.

In every way you can imagine.

Makeup date with Tomas and Ruby

So this is the makeup date. Remember, Cane was supposed to spend a passionate evening with Tomas and Ruby, then he went and got engaged and messed everything up.

To me. And Cannon.

You've deduced that this is Lizeth by now, right? Do you even remember us?

Now, I was not getting in the way of an evening with Tomas and Ruby. No way, no how. I was, however, joining the party, with one rule. No cum for me. Not from Tomas. Not from Cane. This was their passionate night, not mine. Now, that doesn't mean I can't be a fluffer, or do cleanup, or personally get off in a variety of ways.

No it doesn't. And Ruby was fair game. She doesn't have the same limitations.

Did I mention we brought Cannon too? Hey, cleanup. They're all under 18. Just not me anymore.

His oral skills are incredible. Hey, lonely, eager student. I'm going to miss it for a few years, you know?

Then again, his ninth birthday. Wow. Kind of weird being celibate with one of your spouses, but it sure is a win for Cane.

Cane, being Cane, cooked up the date with Cannon. Ruby hadn't put any boundaries on it at all. None.

Cane also let Cannon invite his dream companion. We couldn't say girl, because it might be a boy, but it was a girl.

Nan. He has read everything that Nan has published. He's a groupie. While I have no doubt fun will ensue, I'll bet he spends a ton of time discussing her theories. We got in the plane and took off. It was a short flight and I admit it felt weird that Nan was piloting with Cannon in the co-pilot seat. I got to sit in the jump seat with Cane. That's when I realized Nan was giving Cannon a lesson. A space flying lesson. I looked at Cane and he shrugged.

And kissed me. Well I liked that outcome, so my stress level went down. Not twenty minutes later, Nan said we should look out the window.

Our kiss might have gotten carried away.

Wait, that's the Empire State building. I see the MetLife tower.

We're in New York. Shit. I'm not sure I can do New York.

Cannon knows that.

He turned around and grinned at me.

"We have a plan B of Montreal, if you don't feel comfortable with New York, Mom," said Cannon. Cannon had declared soon after our engagement that he was going with Mom and Dad and that while we were a trio, he also understood that he was a kid and that outside of the house it would make more sense to be a couple with their kid.

He's pretty self-aware. We landed on a roof with a patio that was at least similar to their Paris place. Taller though. A crap ton taller. Overlooking Central Park and given it was the entire floor, all of New York. My adrenaline was already pumping. There was no danger. All the people I was involved with are in jail.

Kevin and Gina saw to that.

Wait. That means I'm safe in New York. That deserved a hug, and Cannon wasn't available, so Cane got the hug. He didn't seem to mind. Tomas had warned us that others would be staying at the apartment and it was up to me whether they joined us in anything.

He stressed the word anything. I could see there were a few groups on the patio but as soon as the door opened Cannon took off running. By the time I got to him, he was sitting on the lap of a girl a little older than he is.

As in he was facing her, inches away.

And they were discussing time travel. A spirited conversation. Not arguing, but not on the same page.

"Hold up," said Tegan. Cannon immediately stopped talking. How the hell did she do that? I love the kid, but quiet does not describe him. And yes, I recognize Tegan. I know all his heroes.

And here comes two more. Luca, with Nan. Tegan waved them over. Cane and I took the next lounge over, just to listen. We sure as hell didn't understand it, although I admit, I understood more than I expected. They got into a spirited conversation and discussion about the future.

"So you contend we can travel into the future and come back with less risk than the past. I'd agree with that, to a point, but our math says we can't go forward, only back," said Tegan.

"Yes," said Cannon. "And you're wrong about the future." He pulled a small pad out of his pocket with his handy pencil. He always carries his pad. He opened it up and started scribbling on it. Then he turned it around to show them all. Tegan, Nan, and Luca's eyes just all lit up.

"Hold up, hold up," said Tegan. She whipped out her phone and typed a few things in.

"Ty and Natalie will meet us," she said. "Come on." With that, Nan, Tegan, Luca, and Cannon got up and headed towards the stairs. Tegan turned.

"We need him for a while. You guys have fun. We'll let you know, but it might be a few weeks. His thinking changed our direction," said Tegan. With that, they disappeared in a space plane.

My 7-year-old son wandered off with a group of other kids and took off in a space plane going I don't know where. They said it might be weeks before he returned.

OK. Sounds good.

More time with my pookie bear.

This is game changing

Yeah, we took Cannon. He'll be fine. Ty and Natalie are coming in from Montreal. We're headed to Vino. Tegan here.

Game changing. I admit I looked up Cannon too, and apparently his oral skills are impressive. We'd be sure to test those skills out. We're all under 18.

And if he disappears with Nan, I'm sure it will be to discuss math formulas. Right? Oh wait, they're of age. Cool. Since this is supposed to be about Ruby and Tomas, I'll pass the pen back to Ruby and then come back to this.

I'll take the pen

I announced I would take the pen because I was the interloper. That is such a cool word. Interloper. Is there an outerloper? Maybe not.

This is Lizeth.

Ruby had Cane and me lie back on the bed and then she and Tomas undressed each other. I am fully dressed, and I came three times just watching them. That sexy. I know Cane closed his eyes tight a few times too.

They are naked now and possibly the two most attractive humans on the planet. Not only are their bodies simply perfect, they're truly wonderful people.

"I disagree," whispered Cane. "They're number two and three." I turned and looked at him and he just smiled.

"Bullshit," I said.

"You are to me," he said, so damn sincerely.

God, I love him.

Tomas came over and pulled Cane to his feet. Then they both undressed Cane.

Remember the three orgasms? This was one continuous, long orgasm. Once he was naked, Ruby came over and pulled me over with them. All three of them undressed me. Slowly. With a lot of kisses. I came from their kisses. I came when they sucked on my nipples. Finally I was down to my panties.

That's when Ruby pulled me in close. She was kissing me passionately and our breasts were rubbing together. I felt her fingers snake in my panties and two fingers go in. What a great idea, so I did the same for her. We just pounded each other through orgasm after orgasm.

Finally I broke away.

"This is about Cane, not me," I said. Ruby smirked but didn't say anything.

"OK," said Ruby. "Cane, you need your first cum out of the way. You're going to kneel over me and lick me while I suck you and Tomas is going to fuck you in the ass."

Well that escalated quickly. I went and sat on the couch and watched. OK, watched and masturbated. Did I mention we were in an actual bedroom?

Just then, Ruby pulled off and Cane erupted. Tomas pulled out and did the same. Cane's ass and balls are covered with cum, and Ruby is just drenched.

"Lizeth," said Tomas. "Clean them up."

Oh boy. I know when to follow an order. While I was on my knees, licking and kissing, I felt a cock slide in. I assumed it was Tomas, until I saw Tomas in front of me. That was reasonable, given the cock inside me clearly exceed the size of Tomas' already impressive cock.

What?

I looked back and it was.

Can you have a dream cock? I have a dream cock. That cock is now making love to me. You've read about Josh. NBA star that is just 18-years-old. His thick 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock is stretching me like I have never been stretched before. Oh goody, he brought his girlfriend, Melissa too. Also a positive outcome. I looked up at Cane.

"How did you know?" I asked. He just smiled at me. Oh yeah.

Which is when Chris and Noah walked in. Naked. Hey, if I can have a dream cock, he can have a dream pussy. That was a little weird, but you get my point.

Having Noah along was just a bonus. A bonus I am going to enjoy. And enjoy.

Ruby and Tomas appear pleased with this outcome too.

We didn't leave the bed until dinner. Hunger was the only reason we did then.

When you're in New York

OK, you can fill in anything you want, but this is Hunter, and I'm filling in dinner at the HT store. Come on. Fantastic food. Nearly naked models. An occasional blowjob to watch.

Maybe not so occasional.

Now that we have added Karlee's lines, the variety of scantily clad people is better too. Lizeth even suggested that we find some outfits we like and change into them for dinner.

I like the idea. For example, I'm wearing the Blossom Bodysuit from Homme Mystere. It is just a bit sheer and I'm a lot hard.

I think I look good.

Tomas is wearing the Rip Off Harness Set from Male Power. Arely and Lewis picked them up. I'll let them tell the story. You really should look it up.

It covers nothing.

Just like he wants.

We had more fun at dinner. We took a lot of selfies with people but had to remind them that they couldn't include anything that would be considered porn in the US.

We're under 18.

That disappointed a lot of them. We understand. We find the rules insane, but they are the rules. Enjoy the view in our store, folks.

Particularly Tomas. Damn that turns me on. Which might be the point. Which is the point. Not me specifically, but you get the idea.

Josh brought along Melissa, who is joining us back at the apartment. Melissa is adorable.

I am having Melissa. Now, before you think that is too forward... Oh, that's ridiculous. You know us. Everyone naked. Big orgy.

After dinner on some nights. Many nights. Every night.

We live quite a life.

We did get propositioned by a lot of people, of all ages, and sometimes we do indulge, but not tonight. Tonight we took phone numbers. I said we wouldn't fuck them tonight, not that we would never fuck them. Come on!

After dinner we went on a shopping spree and took them all back to the apartment. We're going to put on a show! Just a bunch of kids putting on an impromptu show.

A common theme, right?

Our shows are better than your shows. Any shows. The best shows.

Roughly half of the lingerie won't make it through the night.

It can get a little wild.

Normally I would narrate a wild night of sex, but you know who is with us and I'll let you use your imagination. Except one time.

Melissa in the front.

Josh in the back.

Me in the middle. I love a good train.

Squish, squish.

Seeing the future

Nan here. Sure we took Cannon. I'm a responsible 7-year-old now. Bet that one snuck up on you. It didn't me. Yay me! OK, not that meaningful given I have had the 7-year-old exception for three years. Still cool. Two years until I can ride Bob like a bull.

Like. A. Bull.

Anyway, we need Lawrence, so we're off to meet him. No, not on Vino. It turned out Lawrence is the keynote for a small, but incredibly powerful, conference focusing on the future. How did I not know he was speaking? Of course we're going to go hear him speak.

I rounded up the crew. Cannon, of course. Ty and Natalie. Luca and Tegan.

We're a little cock limited, but then again, Lawrence. We signed up rooms in one of the guest houses. The meeting is in Berlin.

Frida.

But that's after the conference and the cock ratio didn't improve. I'll fix it, somehow. Maybe new friends. Probably. Likely. Certainly.

Hey, I like making friends and I make friends differently than you do.

Did I mention the conference is being held at our school? This might be interesting. You see, there is one really unique thing about this conference. Every participant has to bring along a protege. Someone that they see as having a bright future. It can be a relative, and is often their own child, but it can be anyone. There is just one rule, and it is a big one. It is being held at our school.

They have to sign permission paperwork.

I should clarify. They have two choices. Full permission, under our rules, or an acknowledgement that their protege will likely see things they might not consider appropriate. We wouldn't force choices on anyone. You know that.

It's a beautiful spring day. There will be people having picnics which include fucking in the sun.

Of all ages, within our rules.

And that will likely include me just bouncing on Ty and Tegan bouncing on Lawrence, leaving Natalie bouncing on Luca.

Cannon can do cleanup. Oh wait, he is 7 now.

Yay.

I believe I am now doing recursive tangents. Let's pop up one and talk about the conference and then back to the original story about the future.

We landed on campus and dropped our stuff in our rooms. We were all sharing a room with two Queen beds. Just six of us. That will work fine. Some will probably join Lawrence in his bed.

Oh God I hope Aja came along. And will cum along.

Something about the tight little romper with three stars stitched on it for her rank turns me on. I like powerful young women.

And men.

I did not know there was a conference center at the school.

"They built it for the conference," said Aja, who walked up to our group.

In the aforementioned tiny little romper with three stars. Right below her left nipple bump. In other words, you could gaze at her rank while really scoping out her nipple bumps.

Brilliant.

Aja laughed.

"Ya gotta give them cover for staring," said Aja. "I thought about putting stars on my ass too but thought that might be a bit much."

The fact that it is thin, tight, and so close to sheer has nothing to do with it.

Tight enough to make it clear that Aja is not wearing any underwear. Anywhere.

I might be on a bit of a new tangent, but come on, Aja in a tight almost sheer romper.

Worth it.

We walked into the front of the building and went up to registration.

"I am so sorry," said the woman behind the desk. "But this is a closed conference."

That's when Frida walked up. Frida is wearing a very similar romper, except instead of the stars below her nipple, there is a school logo right beside her nipple.

For the same reason. Frida has also grown a bit.

Her puffies are amazing.

Her romper is also just a little more sheer.

I might have had a little orgasm.

"It's OK," said Frida. "I registered them."

"But they need an adult chaperone," said the woman, and Frida laughed.

"No they don't," said Frida. "They're all adults. Three of them have multiple Nobel prizes. Just give them a badge please."

Then the woman got pissed.

Oh boy.

"They're kids!" she shouted. "None of that is true."

I admit. I did it. I snorted. Frida laughed and looked at me.

"How old do you think she is?" I said, indicating Frida. She looked at Frida again.

Interesting. I recognize lust. We all recognize lust.

"She's young, but she's the President of the University and an MD," said the woman. "So not that young."

"I'm 10," said Frida. "Did you think the professors here were all just tiny?"

"It is a little confusing," said the woman. I think confusing meant more than just academics.

"Marlena," said Frida. "You went through orientation!"

"Actually, I didn't," she said. "I was sick that day and just started the next and never went through orientation."

I admit, our all laughing confused Marlena.

"OK," I said. "I'll do the speed version. The campus is all consider Dionysus soil. That means our laws apply. Once you're 9, you can do anything you want, with anyone you want. From 7, all that applies, but only with people under 18. From 5, it is also only under 18, but limited to oral. There are also limited exceptions, allowing someone to have an exception all the way to the 7-year-old rules, but no exceptions of the 9-year-old rule. Which means you could have all the sex you want with any of us except Cannon and me. I am similarly limited and cannot have sex with you. I've had a 7-year-old exception since I was 4."

OK, everyone moaned, including Marlena.

I took it as a compliment.

"But there are a few things you need to understand. One is no means no at any point. Pretty basic. The next is Can but don't have to. You can happily suggest that you and Frida spend a passionate night together, and I assure you it would be memorable, but she will say one of three things. Yes, which is likely, No, which is very unlikely, or not yet, which happens, but is usually age related. For example if you invited me to a similar night of passion, my response would have to be not yet, but I would then invite you to my ninth birthday party. It's going to be epic. The last is the motto of the school. Discretion above all. No matter what happens, with anyone, you don't share that without their permission. Now, in Frida's case, and everyone in our group, you'd be welcome to shout it from the rooftops, because we don't care. The end result would likely be more people suggesting more things to us and that's a good thing. A very good thing," I added.

"Does that make sense?" said Frida.

"Will you spend the night with me, please?" said Marlena, to Frida, who laughed.

"Absolutely, with joy," said Frida. "Would you prefer that to be just the two of us or would you like me to invite my friends here to join us? Oh, and Lawrence, who is the keynote speaker. He and Aja are a couple."

"Who is Aja?" asked Marlena.

Aja raised her hand.

And Marlena moaned.

"And I'm 10," said Aja. "So I can happily join in, if there is an interest."

"All of you. At once," said Marlena.

"Entirely your call," said Frida. "OMG. You didn't get the tour either. Have you been to a wrestling room?"

"I'm not really a sports person," said Marlena.

Frida waved someone over.

"Please get them all registered," said Frida. The new person is about 13. Tall, dark, and handsome.

You get the idea. His name is Anton. If there is an interest, I am having Anton.

Repeatedly.

The wrestling rooms

"OK, we're going to do a little tour of a very specific part of campus," I said. Oh, Frida here.

"Have you been in the sports complex at all?" I asked, and she shook her head no.

"Will seeing a lot of people having some pretty wild sex under the age rules I shared offend you?" I asked. Her moan counted as an answer.

"We're going to start at the wrestling room, but we don't have a wrestling team," I said.

"Then why do we have a wrestling room and why are we visiting it?" asked Marlena.

"Because a wrestling room floor is a nice springy mat that is easy to clean and sanitize," I said.

She was still rolling that around in her head when we walked into the door of that wrestling room.

"Oh," she said, making Oh about a 9-syllable word.

Understandably so.

"Now, we have some choices," I said. "We can just watch, and there are even bleachers, or we can strip and get into a fierce 69, but not include anyone else, or we could do that same 69 while we were getting fucked, either by someone with a cock, or with someone wearing a double-ended dildo."

Marlena just stared at me. Finally she gave me a small smile.

"That last one sounds like a good plan," she said, huskily. You can probably assume huskily in similar situations.

"Would you prefer a cock or a double-ended dildo and if your choice is a cock would you prefer that to be attached to a man or a woman?" I asked. A question I could safely ask.

"Tits and a cock," she said. Yes, still huskily. That's when I waved Juanita over to join us.

Juanita is naked. Juanita is covered with a significant amount of cum. She walked up and smiled. I don't know why Juanita is here, but if you asked, she wouldn't know either. Just that she should be.

Oops. Gotta wait for Marlena to stop vibrating. I used it as an opportunity to lick a wide swatch of cum off Juanita's left nipple and kiss it to her.

Then Juanita undressed me. I am still vibrating. Juanita turned to Marlena, who kind of laughed and thrust out her breasts.

Juanita undressed her too. Marlena's clothes did not do her figure justice.

Blonde, trim, C cup.

Stunning.

"Oh girl," said Juanita. "You need to model for my sister."

"Model? Me?" laughed Marlena. "Sure, sure, I get offers all the time. I'll bet your sister is even Ruby."

"Yes," said Juanita.

I have now seen Marlena swoon. Not just because of Juanita's response, but because Ruby and Tomas just walked up, with Gabe and Carlina.

All naked. All pretty cum covered.

It would take a long time to narrate everything, but you can safely assume that Marlena has embraced our culture. She started by riding Juanita like a bull and ended by riding Gabe like a bull, with a whole lot in between.

Marlena is fun.

Back to the conference

Nan here. I've lost track of how many levels deep we are in this story, but the rest of us are heading in for Lawrence's keynote. I admit I am a touch jealous since I am sure that Marlena and Frida are having an amazing time.

A conference will be fun too.

Just not quite as fun. We had gotten there late, so we ended up all splitting up and finding single seats. Since the conference already included a lot of kids, we didn't attract that much attention. I looked at the agenda and Lawrence is talking about how other planets are our future.

OK, I admit to a little twinge. No question that Lawrence was heavily involved and a critical team member on getting jumping working, but, um, my theories and my team's design.

I would have liked to have at least been asked. I am happy for Lawrence though. He deserves the recognition, so it is all good.

Except maybe it is not.

Every single speaker is male. Every member of the audience is male, except those of us that just arrived.

Fuck.

How could Lawrence be this clueless? Oh. Lawrence isn't possibly this clueless. We're not just here because of Cannon. We're here because we're supposed to be here.

This should be fun.

Lawrence started his presentation and he nailed it. This is a new side of Lawrence. He was passionate and forceful. He told it as a story, weaving the past into the present and into the future. The people in the room just didn't all quite get that the future is now. Absolutely everything he proposed we could do today.

And he did it without a single slide.

No PowerPoint.

No cheap substitutes like Google Slides, either.

Finally he wound down and opened up the floor for questions. A man jumped up. I'd guess in his forties. There was a mini-me next to him and you could tell the mini-me, who I am guessing is his son, wished his dad would just sit down. That's when I caught the young man's eye and he smiled at me.

Excuse me while I sit here and vibrate.

He clearly knows who I am too.

"Absolutely none of what you said will happen within the next few centuries, if at all," he said, with some force. "This isn't some Star Trek episode. There isn't any Starfleet. There are not any starships that can jump."

"So much to unpack from that statement," said Lawrence. "But let's focus on two. You mention no Starships and that they couldn't jump. I'm going to invite a couple colleagues up on the stage to address those specific two. Nan, Aja, can you come up please?"

Well put it right out there, Lawrence. Aja is in her cute little romper and made it up on stage first. An awful lot of suppressed moans as she spun to face the audience. I was right behind her and am wearing a similar romper. Nothing convenient on my chest to gaze at, but my chest isn't worthy of being gazed at yet. I spun to face the crowd.

Well, maybe I don't, but I did get quite a moan.

We consider it a compliment.

"Which one do you want to cover first?" said Lawrence. "Having starships or having Starfleet?"

"I'll bite. Let's go with Starfleet," said the questioner, with some disdain.

"OK," said Aja. "That's my cue to take the question. The stars next to my nipple are not just there for decoration."

Now every single person in the room is staring at Aja's nipple. Including me. As it went from nice and soft to quite hard and sticking out from her romper.

Well sure.

"My name is Aja, and I am the Commanding General of Starfleet, the arm of Dionysus that explores and colonizes space," said Aja.

"You can't call it Starfleet and what you're saying is ridiculous," said the man.

"Well first, sure we can," said Aja. "The kingdom owns ViacomCBS and licensed the name to us. But back to Starships. Of course we have Starships. We have ships of all sizes that can jump. There are dozens of planes parked on this campus right now that can jump."

"Oh that's just bullshit," said the man. Aja laughed.

"A very predictable response," said Aja. "I'm going to pass the discussion to my friend who invented the technology."

"That would be me," I said. "My name is Nan."

That got an intake of breath from the room. Another compliment, but a weird one. I'm not that excited about being famous.

"You know that's not true," I said. "We demonstrated the tech at a conference."

"Maybe, although I still think that is dubious," he said. "But you're talking production. On a Starship scale. Come on."

"Let me jump in," said Lawrence. "You'll all note that the agenda lists lunch and a field trip. You are all also reminded that you have enforceable non-disclosure agreements. With that, let's continue the conversation at lunch. Follow me."

I'll follow Lawrence anywhere. He's got a cute ass.

We all like a nice ass.

Lawrence walked off the stage and towards the main door. Not to the lobby. To outside.

Oh this is going to be great.

We walked outside and I'd already done the math. Everyone associated with the conference will fit on a C-80 passenger plane. Yeah, they're row after row, but nice rows, right?

Ah, but that's not the plan. Sitting on the lawn is one of the smaller Starships.

Well sure.

We all took the elevator up to the bridge. The really big bridge. Which is now setup with a nicely catered lunch and a podium at the front.

I'm glad they have that non-disclosure. Everyone found a spot to sit, and Lawrence took his spot back at the podium. The lunch itself was amazing.

But that wasn't the draw. Once everyone had been served, we jumped. I thought we'd jump right to Nibiru, and we did, of sorts. We're now in orbit, upside down, so if you look up, you'll see the surface of the planet. It can be a little disorienting, but our artificial gravity is perfect. Just sittin' at lunch, looking up at Nibiru.

The same dude is still skeptical.

"Dad," said his kid. "Stop it. Just stop it. This is real and deep down you know it. Don't fuck this up."

His dad looked at him. His look was mixed. Disbelief. A little disappointment. Just a bad look.

"Oh, son," he said. "Your generation is so gullible."

Which is when we landed.

On the lake. Aja had a number of JetsonBus vehicles on the deck and we took them over to the large cabin. Just as we landed, a C-80 blinked into existence. The ramp dropped and people streamed out.

We quickly discovered it was the spouses and siblings of the attendees and their families.

This was going to be interesting. The funny thing is that the kids and the adult women all accepted it.

The men, not so much.

How terribly surprising.

Not.

Aja took my hand and pulled me up onto the porch of the cabin, along with Lawrence. She has something to say.

"First, look at the two groups. The conference was full of pompous men who brought a male protege. That's ridiculous and you should be embarrassed for your daughters. There is literally no excuse for that. You are on another planet because of technology designed by my friend Nan and many of you rode on a Starship that I designed that is part of a space force I command," said Aja. "For the next hour, we're going to spend time with you all individually apologizing to your family and begging their forgiveness. There is no other answer."

One young woman at the front raised her hand.

We love polite people.

"Am I correct that this entire planet comes under Dionysus rules?" she asked. "By the way, I'm Adele and I'm 11."

"Yes," I said.

In the time it took me to get that word out, Adele was naked. In the time it took me to type this sentence, everyone under eighteen was naked. By the end of this short paragraph, they were all down in the soft grass, just fucking up a storm.

A positive outcome.

Then the adult women started stripping too. Oh they were fucking, just not the adult men. One woman walked over and up the steps to the porch.

Naked. Freaking stunning. She walked over to Aja.

"May I say something to the group?" she asked. Aja nodded. She turned to the crowd. Most were watching, even if they were fucking.

She is worth watching.

"My name is Aaline," she said. "I have the misfortune of being married to Cafer, who I understand doubted these amazing young women. I'm putting my husband on notice. Change your attitude or we're done."

With that, she walked down the stairs and took her son's hand.

Oh. I'm trying that. I didn't realize you could do that without a spatula.

We lost the rest of the day. That's OK. The day is longer here.

In the end, it was a learning experience for the men.

And me! Without a spatula. Damn.

I know it will work

This is Cannon. My time on Nibiru was fun. Great fun. I have an exception for Nan and the things we did. We both learned things.

Well she had to try them out with someone. She showed me both versions. With and without a spatula.

Different but both great. Although I am a bit sore. Everywhere.

We ended up spending three weeks on Vino. We kept making changes to the design and Lawrence kept building us prototypes.

It was mostly Nan, Tegan, and me, with some Aja.

I meant overnight. They wore me out.

During the day, the team was bigger. On our first seven tries the pod never returned. It just vanished.

That was disheartening.

The eighth, it returned.

And immediately exploded.

Also disheartening.

The ninth time, it returned intact, as it did on all subsequent trips. We discovered two errors in our calculations. The first let it come back.

And explode.

The second let it come back intact. Now we have an ethical question. Do we look at the video?

You know there is video.

Apparently I am now being asked to present to the full Dionysus council. No pressure at all for the 7-year-old. No seriously, I'm fine with doing it. I'm smart, but I am also pretty confident in myself. I'm also told that it is a council meeting/orgy, which is encouraging.

Oh hell yes I want to go to the council meeting. For some reason, the meeting is being held in Australia. They tell me the meetings often are, but no one really knows why. They did say that it would be well-attended, and that the orgy was open to a much larger group.

Yay!

We're about to land. Nan promised me flying lessons too. After all, given I am 7, I'm a little late to the game. Right?

I'd fly anywhere with Nan. Yeah, yeah, married to my mom. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy time with Nan.

And Tegan. And Natalie. Not Luca. He's . Darn it.

You get my point.

Damn. That's all their house? It's like a row of connected mansions.

"It kind of is a row of connected mansions," said Nan. We landed and went inside and wow. I've been in Dionysus for a while. I've been a part of, or at least seen, large groups playing.

Nothing like this. The famous people alone! For example, I see Pari just bouncing on Orlando. Right next to Grace bouncing on Bob.

I don't know the gentleman on which Amy is bouncing and I'll have to turn 9 first, but he's getting an invite to my 9th birthday party.

"That's Tim," said Nan. "He's already invited to mine."

Understandably. The man is gorgeous. And hung. A winning combination.

"For now, let me introduce you to Horacio," said Nan, leading me to another part of the room.

Remember the bouncing?

That's me on Horacio now. Hurts so good, don't ya know.

Oh. The meeting is starting. Now I am going to the meeting all squish squish.

Nan promised to clean me out later. Thanks, friend.

"Let's call this meeting to order," said Bob. "We have more important fucking to do."

He's got that right. He's getting an invite.

"Cannon, you have the floor," said Bob. "Pari, he seems to be dripping. Can you take care of that?"

She did. Quite well. Which is why I am presenting with a rock hard cock just swinging in the wind. Literally. We're out on the porch.

I am not alone in my tumescence.

Come on. I'm 7. Bonus points for tumescence. And now I'm up. Oh. Ha!

Telling that to Bob.

"We brought an ethical issue to the council. It may be even more than ethical, since we're talking about the potential to disrupt the timeline," I said. "For those that are not aware, my name is Cannon. I'm a student in Robertville and married to Cane and Lizeth. Lizeth is also my mom."

The fact that nothing in those sentences causes any furor is a compliment to our culture.

They all just patiently waited for me to continue.

"The team of which I am a minor part believe we have succeeded in time travel to the future," I said. The gasp from the group resonated.

"We have video but have chosen to not view it until we brought it to the council," I continued. "We clearly understand the risk of disturbing the past timeline, but the risks of the future timeline elude us. Could changing something in the future, even accidentally, affect the current timeline? Would even just having knowledge of the future be a risk. For example, if we sent a camera forward and discovered that I could die in an accident, and I altered my behavior to ensure that did not happen, what would be the outcome? On one end of the spectrum, it would be catastrophic for the future timeline. At the other end, it would just be a part of the future timeline, and while changed, it could not have an effect other than charting a new timeline. That could be good or that could be bad. For example, if we had this technology before the day, then Martan would still be with us."

I think that last sentence shook them.

We debated for quite a while, but it was Jessica that shut down the conversation.

"The short answer is that we don't know," said Jessica. "Perhaps we were supposed to intervene in the future. The safest course of action, which admittedly is not my typical approach, would be to just stop traveling to the future. Destroy the video you have. Be proud of your accomplishments. Be done with it. Why risk it?"

And that started the orgy. A spectacular orgy it was.

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