23 August 2021

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In honor of Chapter 150, I counted words. I did it much earlier in the series, and thought it was interesting. My original comparison was to the Harry Potter series.

This story is way beyond that.

The Call passed the total word count of the entire Harry Potter series with Chapter 77. The Harry Potter series has 1,084,170 words, according to the always reliable Google.

My method of counting is words. I ignored any HTML formatting. I ignored titles and blank lines. Just words.

Chapter 70 blew past a million words.

Chapter 144 took the story past two million words.

The current words count, including Chapter 150, is 2,082,936 words.

I also calculated words per day, just for fun. This chapter was completed on March 15th. Yes, it has been in the can for a bit. That's close to exactly three years after I started the first chapter. More accurately, 1,111 days. Divide that into the word count and it averages, seven days a week, 1,874 words a day. Remember back to your term paper days.

That's a lot of words. For fun, I looked up real authors. I'm right about Mark Twain's average, on the days he wrote. Ernest Hemingway was closer to 600 words a day.

OK, this isn't Twain or Hemingway.

How many more in the story? Will it pass three million? Five million? As of the time I wrote this (15 March 2021), I have over 1.1 million words not yet published. They're not complete chapters, but will be.

Chapter 300, here I come. Or cum.

Who knows. I just hope you're enjoying it.

Vino Air

My name is Zao. I am a student at Dionysus Macau. DMU. Bob asked me to tell my story. You know, King Bob. I just call him Bob. We are close.

Kidding, King Bob.

Oh, I am supposed to describe myself. I'm Chinese so I'm short. Short even for us. I'm also 9 years old but look like I am in kindergarten. Except for my cock, which is, for my size, pretty big. I have a 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock. I'm at a Dionysus school, so it gets plenty of use. I think the small with a nice cock thing works for me. I seem to be part of a lot of fantasies. I'm just fine with that if it gets me laid.

Back to the topic. I am in the graduate program in international business. This story revolves around my dissertation for my doctorate. You see, I love airplanes. I have never been in one, but I still love them. I knew all the Dionysus planes. I was surprised no airline had purchased the E-101 or E-111 yet. What I didn't know is that Bob had them building different models and they were at capacity. They had a lot of planes to replace. So my entire dissertation was based on a mistake, but it turned out OK. After all the committee had approved the topic.

I laid out an entire business plan for a startup airline. Phase 1 focused on high rollers. Extremely high rollers. It involved a small fleet of E-101 planes basically shuttling the whales to the casinos and between the casinos. The goal at that stage was not profit for the airline but to attract more whales.

Phase 2 was regional airlines for underserved markets. That's a complete change of direction but so many markets in the world that were not profitable with a traditional dinosaur powered plane were with ion power. Or they were at least breakeven, which was good enough for Dionysus.

Phase 3 grew to traditional markets and added the E-111.

Phase 4 was the final phase and grew Vino Air to be a global powerhouse. I showed how my plan would absorb every plane that could currently be manufactured and showed how we should buy Boeing for their manufacturing capacity. They were hurt a few years ago with a fiasco around their 737 Max and their stock never recovered. We would have to rename them and only use their manufacturing not their design. We didn't want the stink to rub off.

At the end of Phase 4, there was 4B or maybe a 5, which had us slowly absorbing most of the world's airlines. All their planes would be retired but we would need trained staff. I called out the antitrust risks, but they were mitigated by my proposed salary ranges and our affinity to pay taxes without complaint. It even included investments in airport infrastructure. We didn't need runways which allowed cities we would serve to reclaim and potentially develop the land. After all, our planes were silent too. We could build an entire airport in a storefront with a decent parking lot out back. That's kind of exactly what we'd do. My proposal had us buying all the bus lines, like Greyhound, just for their real estate. Bus terminal? Nope, airport. Then again, in the US, the family owned a lot of malls, which were perfect.

Game changers. No airports. Think of the prime real estate in cities like London and Atlanta. I'd even work with Ava, virtually, to do a cleanup of sites with her tech that cleans off the digs. I hadn't met Ava yet in person. I look forward to it. A lot.

Look at me using we and assuming this would all happen.

I liked my proposal and the math worked. I could see King Bob hiring the right person and implementing it. Or maybe Princess Sophia or Princess Leslie. Maybe I would even get a ride in a plane out of it.

Today was my big day. I had to present my dissertation to the committee. Our schools discouraged PowerPoint, so I had a short handout with the financials and my pitch was memorized. I had submitted the financials well in advance and they had already passed review.

I even bought a suit. I got called into the room and the three committee members were sitting at a table. A small table and chair were facing them. It was kind of terrifying but not nearly as terrifying as the table that was on the side perpendicular to the committee.

Sitting at it were King Bob and Princess Sophia. I suppressed a laugh because he was in shorts and a t-shirt and so was she. They both had on flip flops. Cheap ones. Dollar store ones. I decided to ignore them. I had to or I would freak out!

I sat down and the committee chair nodded.

I jumped into my pitch. I felt like it went well. I strived for just the right amount of passion mixed with limited references to the financials. All three committee members asked pointed questions and I thought I handled it well. I came to my conclusion and thought I was done.

I wasn't. My professor turned and looked at the new table. Oh shit.

"Just a few questions," said King Bob. "But first, nice job. Very well done."

The king just complimented me!

"I see in Phase 1 you start with E-101 planes. For many of the trips would E-82 planes work?" he asked.

"Yes but they are more expensive because they are space capable. For these trips that wasn't necessary and the E-101 provided more capacity for less money. The pilots require less training too," I said. Bob and Sophia whispered to each other.

"Good point," said Bob. "If we added casinos on the space station and the moon, could you adapt your plan to accommodate them?" I thought for a moment.

"Of course but those should have a significant charge. They would be staying at least overnight in most cases. That could be a real money maker," I said.

Bob and Sophia nodded.

"Where would you base the airline?" asked Princess Sophia.

"That depends on the person that was running it," I said. "Likely wherever they wanted to live."

"No, be more specific," said Sophia. "Where would you base it if you were running it?" I think I giggled. Oh shit she really wanted an answer.

"Right here in Macau," I said. "It is my home, you have a large casino here, and there are tax advantages."

"You wouldn't be concerned about basing it in China?" asked Bob.

"Before Pari?" I said. "Yes. After Pari, no. She changed the country. She changed the world." Bob and Sophia nodded. They whispered briefly and stood up.

"Ok," said Bob.

"Congratulations on obtaining your doctorate," said Sophia.

"It was an honor to have you sit in," I said. "It was fortunate to match a time you were visiting."

Oh no. They both laughed. I have embarrassed myself. I am sure I blushed.

"I don't think I made myself clear," said Bob. "I meant OK go do it. As in you're hired. For now, you report directly to Sophia. Contact the factory and order the planes. Find a location from which to run the company and buy it. Work with the casinos to build landing spots. Start negotiating with airports for Phase 2. OK as in go do it. It is your company. You own 20%. We provide all the capital and technology. If you have any questions, ask. Our numbers are in your phone now. You should setup weekly calls with Sophia. Once you're moving, come visit for the weekend. Oh, and go ahead and buy Boeing."

"Can you fly a plane?" asked Sophia.

"I have never even been on a plane," I said. I am sure I blushed again.

"Ok. We will fix that. Sign up for lessons. We will have your personal E-82 delivered. Oh and call housing. It is in your phone. They'll help find your house. You'll get used to it," said Sophia. She turned to the committee.

"Is he done?" she asked. They all smiled and nodded. The committee chair, who is my advisor, said, "yes, he is Doctor Zao."

She whispered to King Bob again. She walked around the table and held out her hand to me. I'm not stupid, I stood up and took it. She started leading me away, with King Bob following. I had absolutely no idea what was going on, but this stunningly beautiful princess was leading the way and the king following us was a stud too. I was in.

They led me out the front door and right up into an E-82.

"We decided we should talk some more," said Princess Sophia. "We'll have lunch, and we can show you progress on our next two casinos." With that, we took off. I was riding in a plane!

Oh shit, I was going into space too. I floated up against my seatbelt.

Best day of my life.

"Oh, and in your head, you're referring to us as King Bob and Princess Sophia," said King Bob. "Stop that. We're just Bob and Sophia. I'm Bob."

I laughed, because it felt appropriate, but damn that was a stupid joke. Oh shit. I think he meant it.

The plane started slowing. They had let me ride in the jump seat. Holy crap, that was the space station. I was going on the space station! We docked against a section that was kind of off by itself. We went out the door right onto the station. Oh cool. Artificial gravity. We went through an air lock and into a really nice living room. The freaking wall and ceiling were glass. Hot damn there was the Earth and the moon. Bob waved me to a couch.

"First we're going to have a chat about can but don't have to," said Bob. He went through the speech we got when we started school, almost word for word.

"I know that," I said. "That's the speech we get at school, but I love sex. I can't recall ever turning it down."

"Good," said Sophia, from over my shoulder. I turned around and she was naked. Completely naked. I turned back and Bob was too. He was hard as a rock.

"Any interest in fucking in space?" asked King Bob. Oh, just Bob. I have never taken my clothes off faster.

"It's your day," said Sophia. "We are yours to command." Oh God, give me an hour and you can take me. I'll die happy.

"OK. I would like to be in the middle of a train," I said. I was gaining confidence. Something about being naked in space with royalty. Oh, another porn title. Yeah, I've read the journal. Sophia led the way into the bedroom. The entire thing was clear. Even the bed sat on a clear floor. You walked on a clear floor.

"We can darken the floor if it bothers you," said Bob.

"Heck no, it is awesome," I said. That got me big smiles from them both. Sophia laid back on the bed.

"Get me ready," she said, in a guttural voice. Oh hell yes. Fuck being in charge. I do what I'm told. I dove right in and Bob came from the side and damn near attacked her nipples. She came really fast, and I just kept her there until she pushed me away.

"If you're as good at running an airline as you are at going down on a girl, you'll have all the phases implemented by the weekend," said Sophia. I just got complimented on my oral skills by a princess. Then she flipped up onto her knees and wiggled. I almost came just from the wiggle.

"Wait," said Sophia. On no. She changed her mind. "Have you cum yet today, Zao?" I answered honestly that I had not.

"Bob, blow him," said Sophia. "He needs to get off once."

Which is how I found myself laying on my back making out with the princess while the king blew me. The porn titles keep rolling out. He was good at it too. He took it all in his mouth and then slid up my body and kissed some to me and some to Sophia. The whole time the Earth was in the background.

Fuck my doctorate, it wasn't even the highlight of my day. It got even better too. The blow job from Bob. Being in a train fucking Sophia.

They managed to get four more cums out of me. Four! More!

I have fucked the king in the ass. I have fucked the princess in the ass. I fucked the most adorable, talented young woman who just wandered into the bedroom naked.

Then I found out it was Nan. Nan!

Sorry about the exclamation points. We all fell asleep in the bed, looking out the giant window. Nan was curled up hugging me. Sophia was on the other side. Bob was spooning Sophia.

Maybe I had died and this is heaven. I'd be OK with that.

We finally woke up and took a shower. Together. Did you know that after a little rest, I had TWO more in me? Nan's oral skills are pure artistry. Then we did another train. I got to be in the middle again. Nan couldn't play with them, but she could kiss me during the train. It was wonderfully distracting which meant I lasted and lasted. OK, my seventh cum of the day was a stretch too.

I did not mean to make this post all about spectacular sex but come on.

When we woke up we were hungry. Understandably so. I don't even know what time zone this is in. Who cares?

"Let's go out to the restaurant and get lunch," said Nan. Lunch. It was lunchtime. The other two clearly agreed and they all walked out the door. Naked.

It seemed like a good idea to follow them. We walked down a cool hall that was entirely transparent and a little, not a lot, freaky. We finally got to the restaurant, still naked, but everyone there was too. Everyone. There must have been forty naked people from really young to much older.

I'd do them all. I just didn't know why there was a space station restaurant full of naked people.

"Because this is a Gamma resort," said Nan. She answered a question I didn't ask. I didn't get it, but she smiled. Damn she's cute. No, more than that. Beautiful.

"Thank you," said Nan, who leaned in and gave me a kiss. Still not getting it. Still loving it. Somehow my thinking that made Nan laugh. She used her hands to turn my face, so I was looking directly at hers.

"You are very welcome," she said, but her lips didn't move at all.

Holy shit. OK, I'm cussing too much, but that deserved it.

She laughed and found us a table. You could tell we were causing a stir. Royalty, you know, but everyone was very respectful. The first person to be bold was a little guy. Maybe 8 years old or so. He came over to the table. He was black, hung for his age, and adorable.

"Pardon my interruption. My name is Sinclair and we have been told that we should be direct," said Sinclair. "I am sure you are having trouble determining my age, but I am 9 years old. My services are available to any or all of you at this table." He turned to Nan who was clearly enthralled.

"May I ask if you are yet 7 years old?" asked Sinclair. Nan didn't immediately answer. She reached over and held her hand near his cock and smiled at him.

"Whatever you would like," he said to her. She started stroking his cock, which was a 6-inch (15 cm) monster.

Soft.

It kept growing and growing. When it was finally hard, this 9-year-old had a 9-inch (23 cm) cock. Wow.

"To answer your question, I am 7 years old," said Nan. She then led him over to the side of the room, by his cock, pushed him back on the couch and mounted him. The entire room was mesmerized.

Including everyone at our table. Mostly, I suspect, wondering if it would fit. It did.

I got to see it up close. My first time with DP.

It was fun. Very fun.

I think I have a crush on Nan. Somehow just thinking that got me a smile and a wink. I'm still a little confused. Then I got a big smile.

Did I mention all that happened without leaving the common room? I like this place. Sophia laughed. Dammit could she do it too? She gave me a big smile and mouthed a kiss. I think she freaking can.

"We all like this place," said Sophia. "Come on, group sex looking down at Earth? The only thing better is the moon. Hey, Nan, take him to the moon."

"OK," said Nan. "Sounds fun." I do think this is heaven.

"Oh, I know this will seem out of left field." said Nan. "Talk to Pari. Buy the American University in Beirut and base the airline there. The entire area has opportunity now that the world is settling down. Be really aggressive. Start buying up the entire country, particularly around Beirut. Retail, manufacturing, everything, but really focus on two things. One is hospitality. Hotels, restaurants, particularly beach front. Really dominate the market. The other is land. Buy up everything you can. Large amounts. Buy businesses that own property, particularly insurance companies. They're really big commercial property investors. Who knows, maybe there will be a tipping point where we can bring in the whole country. It would be good for them."

I think I stared a little long.

"That's a really good plan, Nan," said Sophia. "Maybe you should work with Zao on your thoughts. I think you could really work well together. Why don't you start with a nice house in Beirut, on the water?"

"Sure," said Nan. "That would be fun." Just as she said the word fun, she reached over and rubbed my cock. She rubbed my cock.

She rubbed my cock. I needed to be bolder, so I held out my hand and she took it. I pulled her over to the nearest lounge. I laid back and she climbed and settled herself down on my cock. She waved Sophia over.

Which is how I ended up with Sophia on my face. It was a little on the edge because they couldn't touch each other, and they didn't. They did explode together though. Then I did.

Gosh, I needed to make sure Nan was all clean.

He's adorable

Zao is adorable. Pretty good in bed, too. I can't explain it, but there is a real spark there. I'm not reading anything into it yet, but I am looking forward to spending some time with him. I do have to laugh, because the first thing we were going to do together was go house hunting. But what about Boris? Do I have the same spark? Do I need to break up with Boris? Am I going out with Boris? Maybe they would like each other. Sorry, this is Nan.

Oh well. Back to Zao. Who is adorable.

I'm not sure he quite understood that we suggested he buy Lebanon. The country. Piece by piece, then the country. After all, today was his first plane flight. His life was going to be fun, and I didn't mind being along for a bit of the ride. I explained to him how to get the real estate group to do the first look for a place to live. Only Bob does his own looking. OK, maybe Amy a little. The rest of us rely on the real estate team. I had him make the request, so he'd get the response. He was confused that they even took a request from him.

Did he not know? Sophia liked him. A lot. Not that way. Well, yes, that way, but as a person. She has a skill to recognize people. I took his phone and showed him the new app that had been installed.

It's just called Inner Circle. I think he fainted, or close to it. I just told him to roll with it and he was trying. He and I spent the afternoon together in a fierce Monopoly battle with two other kids our age we met. They're 11-year-old Tabor and his 9-year-old sister, Nahid. We were playing a winner take all match. The winner was in charge and the other three of us were taking orders all night long. Tabor is tall for his age and stocky. You know that body type. He'll probably lean out as he grows, but he was carrying a little extra, but carried it well. He carried some extra in a critical spot. He has a nice thick 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock. Nahid is stunning. She's tall too with the sexiest damn nipple bumps you've ever seen. She reminds me a little of Pari. That's a good thing.

Right now, Nahid was kicking our asses. Her strategic thinking was impressive. She was always major moves ahead of us. Then again, she was a lot more intense about it than the rest of us. Honestly, I think we were envisioning Nahid dominating us and liked the idea. It was pretty obvious the rest of us had no chance, so I suggested we resign and head to the master bedroom in the family wing. It's pretty damn cool. We headed that way only to discover that Bob and Sophia were already in bed.

Oh no. What would we do?

Then Nahid gave them their first orders. Somehow Nahid is wearing leather crotchless panties and carrying a crop. Yes, I know the difference between a crop and a whip. I'm Nan!

Some crazy shit went on. Nahid is very specific. For example, she likes to watch boy-on-boy action. Tabor, Bob, Sinclair, and Zao. Imagine every single thing that a group of men could manage in any combination.

Then put all that to the side. If you could think of it, it wasn't out there enough for Nahid. Some we accomplished only through Bob's athletic ability. A few could only be done if we turned off the gravity.

And then we got to watch the women. Except I didn't get to participate. I'm not sure what happened with the group after that because Nahid ordered Zao, Pari, and me to leave and find a room for the night. That seemed like a very fine idea to me. We wore him out. Just out. I fell asleep snuggled up with Zao and Pari on the other side.

He fell asleep muttering: "Every day is my best day ever."

What time is it?

I have no idea what time it is. I don't even know what time zone we are in. Don't care about either. Zao here.

When we woke up, Pari had turned and was snuggling Bob. Nan woke up too and looked over.

"They're engaged," said Nan. Heck I had barely met them and knew they were soulmates. Not quite sure how that works though.

Soulmates that love to play.

"All three of them," said Nan. "They're a trio." Oh. Oh!

Oh, you've got to be kidding

I discovered I had a huge data packet from the real estate group. I used my watch and cast it to the big TV that popped out of a cabinet at the end of the bed. Pari showed me how. Bob tried to help and got the most withering look from Pari. Bob laughed and shut up.

Bob is truly a cool dude.

"That he is," said Pari. "That he is." Bob and Pari got up and left, hand in hand. That was exceptionally nice to watch. Bob has a taut, strong ass to which I aspire. Pari has a cute little ass. I'm not being disrespectful. Just the opposite.

An amazing ass.

I laughed because when the TV rose out of the cabinet it cut off our view of Earth. Before my dissertation defense, I didn't own a watch. Now my watch is ion powered and can do things. I don't know what things yet, but they'll be cool.

It was just Nan and me in bed. I have no idea where the rest of them went but they're all old enough, so my guess is they were somewhere fucking. Once I thought that through it seemed like a better idea than reading about real estate, so I rolled on my side and rested my hand on Nan's left nipple.

Nan has very sensitive nipples. I gently caressed and tweaked that one nipple until she had quite the orgasm. She rolled over, pushed me on my back, and climbed right on.

Damn, I could get used to this. That got me a smile.

We finally looked at the information. While she was riding me reverse cowgirl. I liked this working environment. They'd already valued the American University and had made an appointment for us to meet with the Board of Governors. Pari was going with us. Nan said that we would have a fun threesome. I'm sure I moaned.

To our benefit, the university was struggling financially. For a house, they suggested acquiring a nice boutique hotel on a beautiful bay about 30 kilometers north. It was incredible, with 19 luxury suites, a huge common area with restaurants and more, and nearly a kilometer of private beach. Then I opened the last document which valued the property along the entire cove. Every hotel. Every apartment building. All the retail. They'd priced the entire cove, going inland over ten kilometers.

That was a big freaking number.

"Oh, that's perfect," said Nan. "I agree that Monte Cassino is perfect, but even if we don't like it, we'll just take over a different hotel or build something. Your call, but I'd do it." I just looked at her.

"You'd do what?" I asked. Surely she didn't mean that.

"I'd buy it all," said Nan. "It's prime real estate and you're buying it will instantly make it much more valuable. We can build an entire community. A big one. We need to do more of this. What a great start. You should tell the real estate team to broaden their look into the whole country and recommend other areas large enough for a community, particularly if they were nearby, or better contiguous. They're in a state of flux. I'll bet you could do fifty or more similar deals."

Fifty or more. She was talking about over a trillion dollars. With a T. I called her on it. OK, after a minute, because for some reason the word Trillion made me simply explode. Of course, I also had to do my very best job cleaning her off.

"You're talking about more than a trillion. I know the country is rich, but come on," I said. "And what are you talking about if I were you? I don't even know who to ask for approval. Is it Sophia? Bob? The council? I don't have a clue." Nan laughed.

"Man, you don't get it yet," said Nan. "You don't need any of that. If you reply to that message and tell them to buy it all and that you would be interested in as many similar arrangements in the country as possible, you'd have at least a dozen more before the end of the day. Then you'd buy those and wait for tomorrow's batch. Stop when you own the country. Or look for another country to buy."

Then she kissed me. Passionately. I had so many questions, but she was gently stroking my cock at that point. I reached over to touch her, and she slapped my hand away.

"I just want to do this for you," she said. We laid there quietly, with her nestled right up to me. She stroked my cock so wonderfully. She varied the speed and she paid particularly attention to the spot under the head that is so sensitive. I could feel myself getting close and she could too.

"Open your mouth," she said, and I did. Just then I erupted, and her aim was quite good. I took the first three or four spurts right into my mouth.

And saved them for her. Or maybe not. Just then, the rest of our group walked into the room, including Nahid and Tabor. Sophia was the only one that saw my cumshot, and she walked over and kissed me and actually sucked it out. Then she kissed most of it to Nahid, who kissed most of it to Nan.

Who kissed a lot of it back to me.

What a difference a day makes. I did still have questions, so we all sat around the kitchen table and Nan had breakfast delivered. No, that's not entirely true. Nan had a chef delivered. A preteen, sexy as fuck girl arrived, wearing a chef's hat and proceeded to whip up the most incredible breakfast.

I'm not sure I was clear. She was only wearing a chef's hat. She had huge nipples for her age. Huge. That's all she had. The sexiest fucking nipples. We insisted that she join us for breakfast.

I asked my questions. Our two new friends from Gamma were a little surprised, but they came from enough wealth to be at Gamma on the space station. Our new friend and incredible chef, Rola, was taken aback. She was from Robertville, but all this was still new to her. And me. Rola is 10.

Nan meant everything. I could buy countries. I could buy fucking countries. Yeah, Rola was a little confused.

"Listen," said Nan. "I get this is confusing, but you'll get used to it. Rola, what are you studying?"

"Aerospace engineering," she replied. Pari laughed. Did I mention that Pari came back in for breakfast with Bob? She's eating while sitting on him. He's reaching around and eating too. She's gently bouncing on his cock, too.

"Amazing nipples notwithstanding," said Pari. "You're hired. Until you finish school, you'll be Zao's assistant and help manage building an airline and controlling world-wide airplane manufacturing. Once you graduate, Zao can work out what leadership role would be the best fit."

"Leadership role?" said Rola.

"Me?" I heard myself saying.

Pari and Nan laughed.

"It takes getting used to," said Nan. "Are you OK with moving to Lebanon?" Rola laughed.

"I'm from a small town in Lebanon," said Rola. "A place called Kfar Yassine. You've never heard of it. My parents co-manage a casino. It's next door to the most amazing little hotel."

"The Monte Cassino," I said, and she just stared.

"Yes," she said, with a funny look.

"I'll come back to that," I said. "Do you accept the job? Pari just bought the American University in Beirut and will be converting it to be one of our schools. You could transfer there."

She squealed. Her amazing nipples got hard. They really are amazing, but I think that was yes.

"Can I ask something?" said Pari. "Did you just say I own the American University in Beirut?"

"Yeah, the real estate people were able to buy it without a meeting," I said. "All the purchases have gone through already."

"All of them?" asked Sophia. "Not just the first group. The first twenty?" I nodded and Nan laughed.

"What percentage do you own?" asked Sophia.

"It depends on how you calculate it," I said. "The easiest is revenue as a percent of GDP. That says we own about 70% of the economy. By land area, we're a little higher. We're at 73%."

"Way to burn through your first trillion," said Nan. "You'd better get over there. You've got a lot of things to run."

"What?" I coughed.

"Dude," said Nan. "You buy it, you run it. That's the rule."

"It is the rule," said Bob. It is the rule. It is the rule.

The rule.

"Wait," said Rola. "Does that mean you're my parent's boss, too?" I just shrugged.

"Yep," said Sophia.

"Because you bought three quarters of an entire country," said Rola.

"Yep," said Sophia.

"For over a trillion dollars," said Rola. She held up her hand.

"Got it. No need to repeat the world yep," she said. "Can we fuck now?"

Yes we could. Tomorrow we'd head to Lebanon. Tonight we'd fuck.

Tonight it was Rola, Nan, and me. Wow. This is nice.

And we're tired. All worn out. Good night.

The dildo lab

This is freaking hilarious. This is Erin. You remember, right. The Indiana 10-year-old that loves tech?

And is currently the CEO of IBM. For now. I'm going to pass the reins to Kali soon. She doesn't know it yet, but she'll get there. I've been passing more and more on to her, and she just keeps taking it. I explained that she could delegate most of it and that was a mountain to climb. I realized that I wasn't going to get her there, so I recently gave her Global Business Services, which is our consulting arm. About $16 Billion in revenue. In fact, let me take a tangent.

I called her into my office. She actually still comes in with a steno pad. For one, no one does that anymore, but come on, Kali. You're my Chief of Staff now.

"Come on, Kali," I said. "At least get yourself a regular pad." She laughed, but still kept her pen poised.

"The head of Global Business Services is retiring, and I need your help," I said.

"Do you want me to work with HR to setup a search committee?" she asked. I admit, I rolled my eyes. She caught that and sat up, with a little fire.

Finally.

"You can't possibly be thinking of me," she said, with that fire. Then her natural meekness jumped in. "Oh, that was presumptuous."

I rolled my eyes again.

"Now you're sending mixed signals," she said.

"With my eye rolls," I said. She nodded.

"Stop underestimating yourself," I said. "Yes, of course I mean you. What is Accenture's revenue?"

"About $43 Billion," she said.

"Boston Consulting?" I asked.

"A little over 8," she said.

"McKinsey and Bain?" I said.

"10 and 4," she said.

I am surprised that in our rollup of companies, none of those came on our radar. I admit, my stereotypical view would have them leading the way on questionable decisions. I guess I owe an entire industry an apology.

"Are they our competitors?" I asked. She shook her head no.

"No way," she said. "Not today. We've devolved into little more than a body shop and an expensive one at that. We compete with TCS, Wipro, Cognizant, and others, but they're kicking our ass. Somehow we've managed to put our cost structures into place in India. I have no idea why."

"I guess you'll have to figure that out," I said. "And no, you can't go to India. Actually you can, but not for this. Delegate."

"I really don't know how to do that," she said.

"When you walked into this door, I had a problem with the Global Services business unit. In this meeting I solved that problem by finding the right person to fix the problem and passing it along. I'm still ultimately responsible, but someone I trust is in charge," I said.

"You're saying it is that simple," said Kali. I just nodded.

"OK," she said. "Should I put together an announcement?"

"No," I said. "You should let our PR department know of the change and let them do their job. You should also contact the acquisitions team in my contact list and get all those done."

"All what done?" she asked. "We didn't discuss any acquisitions."

I just waited. It didn't take her as long as I expected.

"All of them?" she asked. I still waited her out.

"I should prioritize them. Even if I didn't get them all, I'll get some," she said. "Do I go by reputation? Revenue?"

"You do realize those are all rhetorical, because again, I don't have to worry about it, because I put someone in charge that will send one email and make it the acquisition team's problem," I said.

"Want to come to dinner?" asked Kali.

"I come too often," I said.

"Shoes on the other foot now, isn't it?" said Kali. "I wouldn't extend an offer if I didn't mean it. Jain is bringing a couple friends over and the cock ratio is out of balance too. Four cocks and just me."

I admit I started laughing.

"Yeah, I call BS, but I'd love to come," I said. "And I'd love to cum." Yeah, even verbally, she understood the difference.

Meek

I guess I am. Meek, that is. This is Kali. I think I know where Erin is heading, and it scares me.

But I can do it. I know I can.

Those two feelings are not mutually exclusive.

I got home before anyone else, but the house wasn't empty. Ruby was sitting on the couch.

Well that's a bonus. Now you're imagining her naked, and so am I, but right now she's dressed in an adorable wrap dress that just pops. You get a hint of how incredible her body is, and just a tiny bit of cleavage, but you're left with your imagination for the rest.

Or your memory.

Uh huh.

"Plenty of cock tonight," I said, and she smiled.

"Oh goody," said Ruby. Then she patted the spot on the couch next to her. I went and sat down, and I leaned in for the kiss.

Which she avoided.

Say what? She laughed again.

"Oh we'll do that, but first we're going to talk," said Ruby. "OK, I'm going to talk. Just listen for a bit."

I'd listen to Ruby forever. She is so fucking soothing.

She is.

"I'm going to tell you a short story," said Ruby. "About a girl wildly in over her head. She got completely carried away one day and bought a clothing company. Not a little one either. A big one. Then she panicked. Completely. What the hell was she doing? She didn't know how to run a company. Why did she do it?"

"She was terrified," she added. "Nothing in her life prepared her for this. But it worked. Really well. It built into something bigger and now she has much more broad responsibilities and is enjoying the hell out of it. But the secret? She's still scared a lot. Like it will all come crashing down. That's normal."

"I sincerely appreciate your telling me the story and my head knows it is true, but my heart not so much yet," I said. "I'll get there. I just see Erin and I know I can do it too. You're both just so smooth."

For some reason that made Ruby laugh.

"Not smooth. Faking it," she said. Then she went in for the kiss. I think the meeting portion is over.

Jain and his friends found us in bed.

A positive outcome.

It turned out to be Ruby, Erin, and me and fourteen cocks.

A very nice ratio.

Finally, the dildos

Now, back to our story, folks. Erin again. Today we're going for a tour of our newest lab.

The DRL.

Sounds so IBM-ish, doesn't it? Until you understand that it means the Dildo Research Lab.

The DRL has our most popular intern program.

Someone has to try out the new inventions. For some reason, Leslie is with me. She just showed up today and announced she wanted to go on the tour. Given she is in one of her typical rompers, that Jessica has already outgrown, I am left with an impression she would like an interactive tour.

"Well yeah," she said, laughing. Then she flashed her tits at me, which is a pretty stereotypical move for Leslie.

So I latched onto her nipple and sucked.

Hard.

A stereotypical response from me, and Leslie knows it.

Leslie has to go on the tour with a damp romper now.

"No I don't," said Leslie, dropping the entire romper to the floor. OK, I gasped. You would have gasped. Just as she did, our tour guide walked into my office.

He gasped. It all just made Leslie laugh. She opened her arms, kind of pointed at him.

He walked right into the hug. Well, not quite.

Latched onto the other nipple. I think I need new carpet.

"A little presumptuous, dude, but I liked it," said Leslie. He held up his phone. There was a Royal alert.

"Oh, that's a nice new feature," she said. Why yes it is. At the bottom of the screen it listed the limitations she had placed on people she just met. It only had one word.

None.

"Well then, good for you," she said, pulling him in for another hug. Right into those glorious breasts. I mean glorious. He's a little shorter, so his face is just buried. Pretty sure he is enjoying it.

By the way, he's shorter, because Hayden is 10.

And skilled. Ask me how I know.

I'm guessing you already know.

It seemed weird to walk down the hall with naked Leslie, so I solved the problem. You can't possibly believe I found clothes for her. You just can't. I stripped. Duh.

With a big smile on his face, Hayden stripped too.

Time for Leslie's gasp and she delivered. Not only is Hayden in incredible shape, which he is, he's got a long thin cock.

The perfect ass cock.

"Oh God," said Leslie. "Trying out the toys in the front while you fuck me in the ass."

"Happy to be of help," said Hayden, as his cock bounced. Come on. You know he's hard. I led the way into the hall and Kali laughed and dropped into line with us.

We waited until she stripped. I headed us down the hall. Come on. You know the DRL is near my office. We passed a few people in the hall and waved them to join us.

We waited for them to strip too. Chanel, who is in the accounting department, 12-years-old, and with the cutest A cups, joined us. Chanel is Hispanic and simply stunning.

You can assume that anyone we meet in this story is someone I know. I am an outgoing CEO.

Kianna, who is in IT tech support joined us too. Kianna is 13 and sports delicious B cup breasts, and I mean delicious, and a thick 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock.

Kianna is fun.

The last person to join us is Adan. Now, you're probably figuring Adan is another tween. Adan is 83-years-old and has been at IBM for 61 years. He's kind and generous and knows everyone.

And incredibly skilled. Why would I have boundaries? He's tall, thin, with unruly gray hair, and an 8-inch (20 cm) thick uncut cock. I mean thick. Really thick. Get it? Thick.

Feels good wherever he puts it.

Wherever.

Adan laughed and stripped too. I'm sure people wonder why there are neatly folded piles of clothes along the edge of the hall.

OK, probably not, given they looked like breadcrumbs leading directly to the DRL.

We walked in and the room is bustling. Hayden pulled us over to the side.

"We've made great progress, but our breakthrough has nothing to do with dildos, although it is quite beneficial to them," he said. He walked us over to the table and there were small totes full of batteries. AA. AAA. Pretty much all sizes of smaller batteries. He just stood there smiling.

We waited him out. Kind of our thing. Finally he laughed and picked up one of the AA batteries.

"This is not a battery," said Hayden. Then he waited. It hit Leslie before it hit me, although I wasn't far behind.

"A small ion generator that is plug compatible with an AA battery," said Leslie. Hayden's head is just a noddin'.

"Holy shit," I said. "What is the cost to produce one?"

"11 cents each, 7 for the AAA," said Hayden. "But we can sell them for at least $30 each."

He held it longer than I would have before he laughed.

"Loaded cost?" said Kali, meaning the total cost of development, marketing, sales, and everything else.

"Takes them to 19 and 14 respectively," said Hayden. "Still cents."

"Well this is a game changer in the dildo world," said Leslie. "But to be sure, we really need to test them out."

I admit, I was surprised at the size dildo that Adan could take. He is an impressive man in so many ways. Now, that dildo happened to be double-ended and inserted into Leslie.

And I was at the front of the train.

I think the business part of our meeting is over.

I like the dildo lab.

Off to China

Pari here. I'm a touch late with this story. I read Zao's story and it mentioned me opening up China and I thought I should catch everyone up. I am having such an amazing time in my job. You know. Minister of Education.

You can laugh. I do.

We have schools open around the world. We are rolling out power cubes throughout the third world. That wasn't exactly an education role, but my contacts make a difference.

You won't believe where I am headed today. Guess.

Ok you don't have to guess. I on my way to Beijing. China. Yep. Seemed a little surreal to me too. I have to say I think they were feeling a little isolated. Russia had their first democratic elections recently under Orlando's direction. The UN supervised and the winner seems to be doing a nice job. She is certainly saying the right things and working with the major world leaders. She has Orlando as an adviser although I know he wants to just stay home.

The number of trouble spots in the world was shrinking. Since the reconstruction of Syria and the reunification of Korea, the only remaining world power that was dictatorial under the guise of Communism was China. Cuba held elections. We helped. That might have been the last straw.

The Chinese requested the meeting through our education connections. It would be interesting as our underlying philosophy was to put schools in countries at least on the path to democracy and we hadn't been shy about making that clear.

So I brought along two advisors. I think they have a future in politics and they really wanted to observe.

Maite and Cora.

Given the male dominance in China, meeting with three people that are 15, 15, and 12, all girls, was going to be interesting. We had done considerable research on the customs but couldn't overcome being girls so we would roll with it a bit.

Or they would. It would help that we were all fluent in Mandarin. I admit we were hilarious when we spoke it since it was so unexpected. Then again the fact that all three of us could pilot the E-82 might be surprising too.

Of all places to land, they suggested Tiananmen square outside of their Department of Education. Now, I know what you're thinking. They're going to try to steal our tech.

Nope.

Remember the anti-gravity tech we used in the Jetson cars? Anyway Lawrence used the tech to create real life force fields. If you tried to approach the plane, it wouldn't let you. You could ram a big truck into the force field and the truck would lose. The plane wouldn't move an inch. It was so cool. I'd actually seen the test, OK, the video, when they did just that with one of the big surplus army trucks. Good thing they did it remotely because that truck didn't come out the winner.

A little off topic but cool. Maybe you know all about it. I'm behind. Can you imagine? So busy you're behind in the journal.

A delegation waited for us when we floated to the ground. The delegation included the Minister of Education and, to our surprise, the President of China. Wow. For us. They were all polite and respectful as were we. They clearly had done their homework because our ability to speak their language didn't surprise them at all.

Our meetings were fairly uneventful, at least around the topic of education. They were very interested in us opening a number of schools and absolutely understood the concept that they would be consulate property and all that went with that.

All.

Well now. That was unexpected. But we still had the elephant in the room. Our country had moved to open elections. Maite was the head of the commission on election supervision. I'll let her drive this topic.

Our schools, our rules

Maite here. Yes I needed to broach the topic. Our conversations so far had been productive and surprisingly speedy. They had to know this topic was coming. We always provide briefing documents in advance and it was a common discussion on many news services. Certainly, they were aware of the elections in Russia and Cuba. So I was going to dive right in. To our surprise their President had attended all the meetings and been an active participant.

We took a break and I used it as an opportunity to speak to the President privately and ask if we could have a moment alone for a sensitive topic. To my surprise he smiled and quickly agreed and escorted me into a smaller conference room. The meeting would wait for us to return I was sure.

We sat at the table and he told me a story. I knew he had a daughter who graduated from Harvard but was very much out of the public eye.

What I didn't know, and I don't think the world knew was that he had a 4-year-old grandchild. A girl.

Well that explained so much. He wanted better schools and we could offer them. I congratulated him and expressed an interest in meeting his family. I suggested perhaps a meeting in a favorite city such as Paris, London, or New York.

Places where I could get access to a house.

He loved the idea and was genuinely warm. I admit, I liked him. We wandered to places he had never been but wanted to go and he really surprised me.

He wanted to see a basketball game. In Cleveland. Well that I could do. I mentioned I had access to quite a nice home and extended an invitation and suggested that we time it when we could see the Magic or Pacers play the Cavaliers and we could go into the locker room. Cleveland seemed weird, but whatever worked for him.

He briefly turned into a little kid. It was joyous. I was still trying to figure out how to bring up the topic when he surprised me.

He brought it up.

"I am sure you are trying to figure out how to bring up the topic of open elections," he said. I must have looked shocked because he laughed.

"I'll take that as yes," he said. "I have considered this for quite some time. Ever since the useless trade war with the US. Both of our systems were broken but then I observed what President Hayden was able to accomplish and then what your new country has done in the world. Your country made a transition to elections and has gone from nothing to global superpower all by actually sharing the wealth not using politics as a way to enrich the few.

"You have also established the power of young people, particularly strong young women. It pleases me what your country has accomplished for both for my daughter and granddaughter.

"So it is time for our country as well. There will be those that oppose but not as many as you would think. Many have died off. I propose to retire many with their wealth and let them live in splendor away from power. I will propose elections at all levels and ask for your country to supervise.

"I may retire myself. We will see if a candidate emerges that I believe can succeed. They will have my support.

"My suggestion is to announce the schools and the elections but to get the schools up and running. I suspect the candidates will be young and come out of your program."

With that he wound down. What could I do but agree and also agree to keep our conversation in confidence other than a limited group with whom he could work? I suggested the Cleveland trip could be perfect.

He quickly agreed.

I checked and the Cavs played the Magic in Cleveland on Saturday night. In three days. Surely it was an omen, right? I shared that with him, and the kid reappeared. I suggested he bring his daughter and granddaughter and any other family members he wanted. I said I would arrange a plane to pick them up.

"Oh we have access to planes," he said. I just smiled.

"But your planes are slow and don't go into space," I said. "I will borrow our king's personal C-80. Surely your family would like to experience space?"

Every emotion in the world went across his face.

"I couldn't bring my granddaughter. Her life is private," he said. "Very few are even aware of her existence." I was digging my heels on this one.

"I realize it is not my place, but you mentioned strong young women and we tend to speak our mind," I said. "You also mentioned that we were changing the world for your daughter and granddaughter. Now is the time. Be open. Have faith. It will be fine."

He thought for a moment.

"You are quite persuasive. I will bring them both, along with my wife. Just the four of us," he said. "Of course, I will require a small security force. Just four."

"Just eight of you?" I said. He nodded.

"You can just go home with us," I said. He laughed.

"I guess we could," he said.

"Let's get back on topic," I said. "You can't be having this conversation with me without positioning these decisions with others in your leadership. You must have the military leadership on board. You're ready. You could do it today."

"You truly are remarkable," he said, laughing again. "Yes, I could. I just might. But let's go see a basketball game. Who knows what we'll announce when we get back? Will you and your colleagues be able to bring us back?"

"Absolutely. We wouldn't miss it for the world," I said. Then I hugged him. No, just a grandfather kind of hug, but we are a hugging people. I admit, he was kind of cute for an older guy. Nah. Going back out to the meeting going squish, squish seemed like a bad idea. Too bad.

We went back out and the meetings continued. Pari and Cora got my tiny head nod. They didn't react at all. They were professionals. We held two full days of meetings, but I'll pass the pen back to Pari. These were her meetings.

Everybody loves a good meeting

Pari here. We finished our meetings. Maite wouldn't tell me anything yet for fear we were being monitored. It was a fair fear. She did leave for a few hours at a stupid early hour. She said she had to make some calls, so she took the plane up. That would be a good way to prevent being listened too. It's not like somebody would be in the next space plane listening. I have to laugh, because when we do that, we go straight up and straight down.

It is hilarious to watch.

By Friday afternoon, we had the outline in place. He would take it to the leadership of the Communist Party on Monday. I had a bit of a brainstorm.

"I realize you are officially the head of the party, but who is the key decision maker that is not on board. Who is your most difficult challenger to these changes?" I asked.

He jumped right in.

"The Premier," he said. Exactly what I expected.

"Bring him. Bring his wife," I said. "We'll arrange for their daughter to come too. After all, we own her school." He laughed.

"Yes, she does go to Harvard, although under a pseudonym. I'm surprised you know that" he said.

"Then you underestimated powerful young women," I said. I have to admit, he has a nice laugh. He really rolled with it.

He actually pulled out his phone and called the Premier. Either he forgot I spoke Mandarin, or he didn't, but I overheard both sides of the conversation, because the other dude was pretty pissed at the idea. I waved at him to put it on speaker. His eyebrows shot up. Then he smiled.

"Let me put you on speaker," he said. "Minister Pari is with me right now." There was silence on the other end. I sensed fury.

"I wanted to extend an invitation to you, your wife, and your daughter, to join us in Cleveland this weekend," I said, in English. I knew he spoke it and I wasn't ready to out my Mandarin skills yet. My new friend President Xi quickly got it and switched to English as well.

"We will be leaving in the morning and we will have you and your wife back on Sunday night. Of course, returning your daughter to Harvard will be a little easier," I said. "We'll even do a lap in space."

"Space?" he said. "You would take us into space?"

"Yes, she will," jumped in the President. "My wife, daughter, and granddaughter are joining us too." I think my eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"You're taking your granddaughter to the US," replied the Premier, over the phone.

"It's time," said President Xi. "It's time." There was silence for a bit.

"Maybe it is," came the reply, softly. "Maybe it is. Tell us when and where." President Xi rattled off the details. I loved that he mentioned that it was jeans casual. Sure, sounds good to us. If we have to wear clothes. We hate clothes. A lot.

With all the details worked out, we joined the President and his family for dinner at his home.

Control it, girl

Oh, this is Maite. The three of us are a lot of fun, but we're abstaining on the trip. Too risky. I do miss Jameis cock though. Hmm. Did I go there? I know I've been avoiding the issue.

That I am madly and hopelessly in love with Jameis. I know it and he knows it. Hell, we're as bad as Bob, Amy, and Pari.

Everyone met at our plane. The three of us. The eight in President Xi's party. The six in the Premier's. He had to have HIS security. We were blowing a lot of spots in the suite for their security. Of course we arranged a suite. Pari told me to invite some people. Once we picked up the Premier's daughter, I'd have twelve spots. I arranged things before we left, because, come on, space. We took tons of photos. The short video of the Premier and the President, both in jeans and polos, swimming around, was hilarious. Showing them trying to put on the socks would have been funnier, but somehow introducing that didn't seem like a good idea.

We flew to Harvard first and landed on the quad. His daughter was there and joined us on board. We promised her a space flight when we brought her back.

Finally we landed in Cleveland. It freaked out their security that there were already people in the room.

Bob and Amy. Ruby and Tomas. Belen. Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Orlando and Grace.

Chris and Noah.

Well they did want to meet powerful young women.

The Premier objected to the retired President of the United States being at the meeting. Chris charmed him.

"I am not here in an official capacity of the US Government. I'm retired from that job. I'm here as the Prime Minister of Dionysus," she said. That caused a bit of confusion, but not as much as one glaring thing.

"But where is your security team? We have eight security team members in this suite. I see no security for any of you," said the Premier. I'd coached everyone. English only. Pari jumped in.

"We didn't feel the need for security," said Pari. "We felt it sent a stronger message of collaboration." Eyebrows raised everywhere. I could also tell the security guys were all freaking out. I admit I cheated and read the team lead. They didn't give a shit about security.

They wanted to see the game. They were afraid we were going to toss them.

"I should mention that the entire row of seats in front of the suite are ours," I said. They got it. Suddenly all eight men, who wore their freaking suits, were sitting out there, beer in hand. I had memorabilia delivered, and they'd all ditched their coats and were wearing Magic jerseys over their shirts and ties. I think they were happy.

The game was competitive and fun. You could just see the premier's objections fade. I laughed because I think it was Jessica that brought him all the way around. I saw them sitting next to each other, focusing on the game. I walked behind them, and they didn't notice. They were arguing about basketball. Jessica simply loves the games. Heck, she'll go to a game by herself if she has to. There is not a team in the league that won't find a spot on the bench for her and that includes the teams we don't own. I've sat on the bench with her before. She is loud, profane, and correct. You see, there is a reason that the coaches invite her. She's better at it than they are. She doesn't give a shit about who owns what. You give her a seat on the bench, she'll tell you what she thinks. I thought Bob would be pissed, but he finds the whole thing hilarious.

Bob pretty much finds everything hilarious.

But the premier and Jessica were just going at it. I mean full force. Arguing, cussing, just needling each other. In Mandarin. Finally he held up his hand and Jessica laughed.

"In the end, I'm going to be wrong, aren't I, Jessica?" he asked, in English. I leaned over to where they could see me.

"Every time. Once the facts are available to you, you will always see that Jessica is right," I said.

Jessica laughed and shrugged. I love that she doesn't take herself too seriously. She's 5-year-old and generationally brilliant. No, that might be evolutionary brilliant. Bill too.

Plus they're freaking gorgeous. No, seriously. I love Jameis. Oh, I said it again. But there are only two people on Earth that we would argue that they are the top of the heap. Best looking woman and man, bar none. They're the two that would disagree. Which just proves the entire point.

Jessica is his epiphany. He called President Xi over.

"You have my support," he said. Then he smiled at Jessica. And started their argument back up. I'm guessing he enjoys it, given he knows he is wrong. Did I mention the entire argument is back in Mandarin?

Tellin' the story

For some reason Pari encouraged me to tell one of these stories. It is about basketball, and doesn't have any sex, but sure. Of course, you wouldn't expect a sex story from a 5-year-old.

Yeah, right.

Anyway. I happened to be in LA and the Lakers were playing the Clippers. A Lakers home game in the building they share. I did what I do and asked both teams if there was a spot for me.

The Lakers responded first. I like Coach Frank, so I am pleased with the outcome. I got to the game early to watch the shoot around and hang around in the locker room.

Just because I can't do anything about it doesn't mean I don't enjoy seeing a bunch of big athletic men naked. I have to laugh about the first time I am in a locker room with a team.

They freak out. I'm a little girl, right? They shouldn't be showing everything to a little girl.

I disabuse them of that notion and yes, I used the word disabuse.

They pretty quickly forget about me, although I occasionally catch an ogle. Yes, disabuse and ogle.

I'm on a roll.

How do I know there was an ogle? How do I know there was a surreptitious gaze? A gawk even. Maybe even a leer?

Because they get hard. Visibly hard. Wonderfully hard. Admirably. Amazingly. Spectacularly. Remarkably. Excellently hard.

A girl can plan for the future.

I couldn't resist and climbed up onto a table, to a gasp from about half the room. Maybe because my skirt flared a bit.

Not partial to panties.

"No, no, or better yet, not yet," I said, to moans from, well, everyone. "I just wanted to invite you all to my ninth birthday party."

"Aren't you 5?" asked Dennis. Dennis is their point guard. Dennis is cute.

"Yeah, which means you need to page forward in your planner, but you'll want to be there. It is Bill's ninth too," I said.

Whatever cocks were not hard before are hard now. Yay. I jumped down and my skirt flared.

Well, sorry dude. You lost one for later. I won't mention who. No one gave him any grief though. Most just nodded.

"Could have happened to any of us," said Anthony.

He has a point.

A point guard.

Oh that was bad. Telling Dad and putting it in the log.

It is game time, so we're headed out. Just before we did, their trainer came over with khakis and a team polo.

To match the coaches.

Being from Dionysus, I didn't think about the impact. I whipped off my top and dropped my little skirt and then took the clothes from him.

Oops. Naked in front of the entire team.

A few more couldn't handle it and I can't even clean it up. I will mention that one I admire just scooped up a bit of his own cum and licked it off his finger.

Which his teammates enjoyed.

I dressed quickly.

They changed shorts.

Off to the court guys.

I admit I was surprised that I ended up in a seat right next to Coach Vogel.

"It's your game," said the coach. "You tell me what to do and we'll do it."

Seriously?

"Seriously?" I asked. He just nodded. He would fit in well.

Cute too.

Despite my best efforts, the game went back and forth. As we got into the 4th quarter, it was never more than 3 points, sometimes the Lakers, sometimes the Jazz.

Then Coach Vogel managed to get himself ejected.

Whoops. I guess my time coaching the coach is over. He turned back as he started to walk off the court.

"The team is Jessica's," he said, and walked towards the locker room. You know what? I'm cool with that. You know what else?

So was everyone else. The momentum had shifted, so I called a timeout and the team gathered around. I jumped up onto a chair so I could be a little taller. Sorry, no pussy flash this time. Khaki pants.

Ack.

"You weren't listening to Coach Vogel," I said. I walked them through what I had told them, through Coach Vogel.

"That's nuts," said Dennis. Everyone else agreed.

"No, it is not," I said, with some heat. I might be little, but I am right. I softened up a bit.

"Coach left me in charge," I said. "I know this is right. Give me three minutes on the clock to try it. If it doesn't, we'll go back to your method, and lose the game."

Oh they like a challenge.

There are 8 minutes left on the clock.

We won by 18.

Maybe they'll listen to me the next time.

Off to London

Off to London to look at another manufacturer of interesting lingerie. They also have a restraint line that is appealing. We're not too into kink, but we're into kink, if you get my drift. You're probably assuming this is Tomas or Hunter.

Hallie. I'm leading this one. No real reason. Just that it should be fun. I do need a sidekick though. Did I bring my brother/husband? My wife?

Nope.

I brought Luke. Yes, 9-year-old Luke. You see, Luke's the whole package. Yes, married to Cassie and a new father, which is so damn cool, but that's not what I mean. It isn't even his sexual prowess, which is considerable, but it is part of it.

It is the whole package. Take everything you have ever read about Bob. His attentiveness. His focus. His compassion.

His skills.

And package it up into a smaller package and boom, Luke.

Now, it applies across the kingdom. My Hunter. Tomas. Gabe. Horacio. They're all amazing. They've become men in Dionysus and let me tell you, it is different. They just ooze respect for women. They ooze other things too, which is another benefit of Dionysus.

But few approach Bob-level. It is a thing and the fact that Bob insists it isn't a thing makes it even more of a thing and that sentence makes sense.

So off to London with Luke. Just the two of us.

Yay!

Now, that doesn't mean just the two of us always. Daniel, Donnie, Clive, and Jolie. At the house in London.

A nice ratio. Four to two.

Let's assume roughly seven a day, with a couple lost to each other. That's twenty a day for us, so ten each.

We might have to find more cock.

Why don't you imagine me, on my knees, naked, and simply covered in cum?

Nice, huh.

Now imagine Luke, also naked, cleaning me up and then sliding up and in.

Well, we've been here for almost an hour.

But we need to get cleaned up and go meet the founders of Fleet Ilya.

"Come on," said Luke. "We have time for me to shampoo your hair."

Oh God.

I followed him. You would have followed him. You should have followed him.

It was glorious.

I might still be vibrating.

I could tell this involved story about buying Fleet Ilya, but it is a typical story and was quite simple. We've bought so many now, that the excitement is palpable. We closed it quickly then came back to the house.

How handy that they had all recovered.

Yay!

Oh this is going to be silly fun

We're off to Central Park. This is Grace. With Orlando. And Camila. And Sofia, Camila's sister. Who is a lot of fun. Oh, Karolina is here too, with her pooh bears. You know, Nylah and Colby. We might be a little more limited with them. No exception anymore now that they're 7. Not for me. Bummer.

We're headed to Central Park, as I said, but we're going busking. We have our spot, and we have all the proper permits. Some friends are going to join us throughout the day. Any money will be donated to the Central Park 5. It felt appropriate. Our position is right next to the Great Lawn, which is a huge open lawn where people picnic and play with Frisbees. We thought we might get a bit of a crowd. We're actually not far from the police precinct, which felt like a good spot. We did everything right. After all, we have our attorney with us.

Remember? Nylah.

In hindsight, I will admit, we should have coordinated with the police. We just never expected it to, well, attract that many people.

We should have. The problem is we still consider ourselves small time. I'm a ukulele player, for goodness sake. We sure don't take the royalty thing seriously.

We should have. It is just so freaking ludicrous. Maybe it is all Camila. I'm going with that.

We got to where our position is and setup our equipment. I suppose we set the tone when the drone floated down, and we unloaded our equipment. It's a good size cargo drone. Think mini-van. I suppose the average buskers don't have an autonomous flying cargo van.

Our lives are freaking weird.

We setup drums, a keyboard, and stands for several guitars. Karolina has her violin, of course. For some reason there is a cello, with stand and chair. I don't know why. We'll need it. My guess is Jessica.

My guess would have been wrong. Just as we got it unloaded, Pari walked up holding the hand of the most adorable boy.

Adorable.

"Hi," said Pari. "This is Cameron. He plays the cello. He's also 9."

Oh goody. 9.

"Welcome, Cameron," said Orlando. "I'm Orlando." The rest of us introduced ourselves. Cameron laughed.

"You're so darn polite. You know that I already know who every one of you is, yet you introduce yourselves," said Cameron.

We all just shrugged.

"I'll bet you didn't know who I was," said Sofia.

"Sure I did," said Cameron, about three octaves lower.

Way to go there, Cameron. Sofia is just beaming. Her nipples are also pushing out her shirt now.

Today is going well so far.

We finally got setup and a small crowd had gathered. Some had their phones out recording. Still don't get it. We started with a classic, at least for our group.

Havana

Orlando and Camila love to sing it. They've added a rousing violin part, and Karolina really gets into it. This one I sit out and watch, although we have a version where Camila and I harmonize, we find it works better when we're in a train.

Don't you sing during sex?

Feel free to imagine that train in any order. We've tried every single combination. My favorite is kneeling over Orlando and singing while we lick each other.

Where is Camila in this picture?

Fucking me in the ass with a huge dildo. Not sure why it is usually in my ass, but hey, I love it.

This might have deviated from our performance in the park. Although that performance would be well received.

When we got to the violin part, Cameron jumped right in and played with Karolina. They really got into it and as the next chorus started, they kept playing the background, while laughing.

They're fucking later. Trust me.

Sorry, I'm a bit horny. I haven't had sex in so, so long.

OK, less than two hours ago. With Bob. And Pari. But still.

And Amy.

Have you seen those flash mob videos where they start out with one instrument and then the orchestra slowly arrives, one at a time? Think that, but instead of the orchestra, think musicians.

First it was Halsey, arriving with Khalid.

Then Tyler and Josh. You know, Twenty One Pilots.

Then Taylor showed up with Selena. You know. Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez.

The crowd kept growing.

That's about when the police arrived.

"You need to shut this down," said the first cop, to Orlando. Yeah, yeah, talk to the guy.

"Why?" asked Orlando.

"This isn't allowed!" shouted the cop.

"Why?" asked Orlando.

When you have something that works...

"You need a permit!" he shouted. He shouts a lot. Orlando handed him the permit.

"This just allows you to perform, not have a crowd this size!" shouted to cop. He looked around and the recognition hit. Maybe it was Taylor. Or Camila.

Apparently it is me.

Surprise!

"Listen, we don't want to cause any trouble," said Orlando. "We were just having some fun. We didn't expect this to be, well, this. If we had, we would have coordinated with you. How about if I brought in private security, so it isn't as big a deal for your team. I could bring in quite a large group, quite quickly."

"A crowd this size needs at least 300 trained security people," he said. "You get them here in less than 30 minutes and you're good to go."

His face is the definition of smug.

He does not understand us at all. It was not three minutes later that the sky was darkened by a C-112. OK, I admit, I expected a C-80 or maybe a few E-111, but not a C-112.

Darkened the sky.

They hovered over the crowd and opened the elevator doors.

That's why they chose the C-112. More doors. The first thing that happens is that they project a circle on the ground. You kind of need it when you're going up, but when you're coming down, it lets people know where you'll be landing.

I'm up. I went over and took the mic and waved the team to be quiet.

I just told Halsey and Khalid to stop singing. Then again, I think the C-112 was distracting people.

"OK everyone, listen up," I said. "All around you, you're seeing cones of light. Where they are hitting the ground, please step back. Let's leave at least 3 feet from anyone and the circle please. You could get hurt if you don't move."

Now, the reality is that an elevator won't work without a clear spot in the light, but they didn't know that. About half the doors opened and a person floated down to the ground fast. Really fast. Before they were even halfway down, another person dropped. The pace will speed up once the system can figure out the maximum speed. Evidently the first group shocked people into movement, because almost all the elevators started working.

Until 300 people fell from the sky. A person walked purposefully out of the crowd towards us, in uniform, with an ion-gun sidearm. They got right up to us.

"General Leslie, at your service," she said, kind of to me, and kind of to the cop. Now, I'm not sure exactly what this uniform is, but I like it. It is a skintight white catsuit. Think a wetsuit, in soft white, but as, you know, land clothes. You can Google catsuit, but the odds are you will get images that are NSFW.

Stitched right above her left breast were four stars.

I am having her tonight. OMG.

The cop looked at her in shock. I don't know if he knows who she is, which can startle people, or it was just the faux leather catsuit, which she fills out exceptionally well.

It did not help when Della walked up and stood next to her. In the same outfit.

With three stars. Della has puffies.

Della looks amazing.

I mean, amazing.

Her too. Tonight.

Grace and Camila will join us. Probably Halsey too. Who knows who else?

Maybe Taylor will feel it tonight. She never has.

That would be fun. I might be on a wishful thinking tangent.

Sorry.

"You requested 300 trained officers," said Leslie. "We brought 400. All members of a Zeta team. We're the only two in uniform."

You could tell that moan was disappointment. From everyone within earshot. Including the cop.

And me.

"They'll blend in with the crowd," said Leslie. "We don't expect any issues."

"At least a third of the people that fell from the sky, which is a really weird thing to say, were clearly children. I doubt they qualify as a highly skilled officer," said the cop.

Della and Leslie both laughed.

Then Della snorted.

Which made Leslie laugh.

"Every single person that came out of that plane is a highly trained Zeta officer. There isn't one that I wouldn't bet on in a confrontation with anyone here, including you. With the exception of the other Zeta team members that are already here," said Della.

"They're kids!" said the cop.

"I'm the commander of the global Zeta program. I'm a three-star general in the Dionysus military. I command a one of the most powerful forces in the world as part of the most powerful military in the world. I am outranked by one person, who is standing next to me. She is 16. I am 12. Some of the people that came off that plane are as young as 5. They could kick your ass.

"3," said Leslie. "They're both on a team."

"I stand corrected," said Della. "3."

How timely. Tia just walked up and took Leslie's hand.

"This is my daughter, Tia," said Leslie.

"Didn't she say you were 16?" asked the cop. Leslie just smiled at him.

Just as Jax walked up and took her other hand.

"This is my son, Jax," said Leslie, just movin' right along.

"Either one could kick your ass," said Leslie. "And laugh while they're doing it."

OK, the cop laughing was predictable.

What he didn't realize was another cop standing behind him. This dude has a lot of gold stripes and shit. He might be a big dog.

"Perhaps I could make a suggestion," said the new cop. The old cop, who is actually younger, oh you know what I mean. The old cop looked startled.

"Sir," he said. "Everything is under control."

"Yes, I see it is," said the big dog. Does that work better?

"I believe there is a challenge in the air," said the big dog. "Why don't we do it right now, for charity? The audience can make donations based on their choice of a winner."

"Do you want to fight me or my brother?" asked Tia. "He'll kick your ass, but I'll do it faster."

Yeah, that's likely true.

Tia walked over and motioned Cameron out of his chair. She grabbed a mike and climbed up on the chair.

"Hi everyone, I'm Tia," said Tia. The crowd had no idea who Tia is, but they sure cheered.

"We're going to have a little challenge match. Bareknuckle fighting. This fine police officer has agreed to fight for charity. We're going to do it on the honor system, but we'd like you to consider who you think the winner will be and what your donation will be. If they win, we ask you to follow through with your donation. Even if they don't, we'd hope you would donate anyway," said Tia.

"Who is he fighting?" shouted someone. Tia laughed.

"That would be me and I'm going to kick his ass," said Tia. "You're a sucker if you don't bet on me."

With that, Tia hopped down and walked out in front of the band. We'd setup big screens by then, so she is on the screen bigger than life.

She stood in front of the cop, who looked a bit mortified.

"Listen, if you don't want to do this, that's just fine. Fighting someone little like me freaks people out," said Tia. "There's no shame in saying that you don't want to."

"I admit, I'm conflicted," he said, which boomed out to everyone. They were all dead silent listening.

"On one hand, I'm told that you're a trained officer and that you will likely kick my ass. I admit, while I'd be taking the whipping, it might be worth it just to see you fight," he said. "On the other hand, if that was all just BS, then I could hurt you, and I don't want to do that. I'm a father. I would never hurt a child."

"All fair points," said Tia. "But if I'm comfortable fighting you, and my mom is comfortable with me fighting you, I think you can be fairly safe we're not that worried."

"About that," said the cop. "I understand she is 16, so having the two of you as her children is confusing."

"Well, it was Leslie adopting us or Jessica," said Tia. Oh burn.

Although Jessica will be a great mom and would have happily pulled it off.

Now that would have fucked with people's heads.

"I'll tell you what," said the cop. "I'll fight, but we're doing it right. We're doing it with proper boxing gloves and proper headgear. We're also doing it with a medical professional onsite."

Just then Bill walked up, carrying the headgear. With him was Elena, carrying the boxing gloves. They handed them out to the two fighters.

"We're both doctors," said Bill.

The cop looked at Leslie and she just nodded.

He took off his gun belt and handed it to the more senior cop. He rolled up his sleeves and put on the headgear. Elena helped him put on his gloves. I'm pretty confident that he did it while enjoying a down blouse shot from Elena.

A pleasant mental image now isn't it?

Bill helped Tia. I laughed, because Bill's hard now, from the down blouse he got from Tia.

Tiny little adults.

Della stepped in as the referee. I could tell you about the lengthy fight and all the strategy, but Tia knocked him down with her first punch and pummeled him a bit.

He tried. Oh how he tried.

He never had a chance. He waved her off, laughing.

"I concede to the superior fighter," he said, struggling a bit to get up. He walked over and lifted Tia's arm up in the air, to the cheers of the entire audience.

That's when they launched into Heathens.

And it got better from there. We played late into the night. The spikes at some of our favorite charities were huge. The New York Times ran a feature article that we'd raised over $100 million dollars.

That's a solid outcome from an impromptu concert.

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