13 June 2022

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I'm so pumped

We're going on a vacation! Grace here. We've been stupid busy. Just incredible. Orlando just dropped the album of some crazy chick that seems to be gaining some recognition. She's so crazy that she writes all her own songs and plays them on a freaking ukulele.

Oops. Guess that is me. He is one hell of a producer, though. He watches over everything, from the recordings themselves, to timing, to the marketing efforts, to the tease.

Orlando is the master of the tease. No I don't mean when he gets you to the edge and holds you there. He is masterful with that to the point of cruelty.

The tease with new music. One of his favorites is collaboration. Before my album dropped, I was the featured on several stupid hot tracks. I was on a half dozen. I simply loved working with Ed Sheeran. He and his wife are wonderful and no, I don't mean in that way.

Darn it.

Justin Bieber was, I admit, a surprise. He was nice, and fun, and nothing at all like his persona.

His wife is adorable, too. Got it? And I didn't say darn it.

Then we got to my favorite two and neither has a darn it involved. I did a song with Halsey and Khalid. I simply love Eastside and their voices are amazing. I don't have a huge role but do have a couple lines I sing that have really resonated with teens. They've become a bit of an anthem. I'm happy about that. I won't tell the story now about how well all three of us harmonized. Maybe another entry. Maybe not. They're pretty famous. They. Got it?

My absolute favorite stunned us both. The reason my album dropped this week was because our duet dropped to number 2 on the Adult Contemporary chart.

It had been number one for 21 straight weeks. I wouldn't be surprised to see it back in number one with the boost from my music. It broke Lil Nas X's record, which didn't last for as long as everyone expected it would. I did learn from him though. We kept releasing remixes with different artists. Every version got lumped together for the count. I learned that from the expert that figured it all out first.

Lil Nas X. He's adorable.

At least according to the Oracle of Music, Orlando. Tee Hee.

Back to the one that pushed it out of first. Oh, it was with Camila, but I'll bet you guessed that. Let me tell you that recording session was epic. Camila. Orlando. Me. Mia was the session photographer.

Orlando barely survived. Barely.

With that as my setup, we were off to Las Cruces, New Mexico. We had originally planned on Scottsdale, but decided we wanted some alone time. Can you believe it? Alone time with my hubby. Don't get me wrong, I love other people. Insatigrace, remember? But an entire weekend with Orlando was going to be wonderful. Scottsdale has houses, which means people. We could have kicked everyone out and taken an entire house, but we wouldn't do that. Why would we? Valeria even suggested it. We're a trio but a couple too and that makes sense.

We'd heard good things about Las Cruces, and didn't have a house, so we were staying at the Fairmont Inn Radium Springs. That town name didn't feel that romantic, but the location was incredible. We were looking down the mountain into the Las Cruces basin. We were north of town looking south.

We were sitting on our balcony, looking out over the valley. On our left was a zipline that went down the entire mountain. They advertised different length runs, including the longest, which went a mile down the mountain, then six miles through town, right down Main Street.

We were signed up for tomorrow. They were a little startled when we signed up. Apparently it had been open for over a year and no one had done the full ride before.

Not even the people that built it. We didn't mention that the risk to us was pretty small since we could both fly. How do you introduce that into the conversation?

"We're comfortable with the risk since we can both fly."

I suspect the looks would be interesting. But we could. It is kind of fun. Sometimes our lives feel like a long episode of the TV show Heroes where we're all trying to hide our powers.

This evening was a concert. There was a stage setup just down the mountain. There was a big lawn in front where anyone could bring a blanket. There was no charge, and you didn't have to be a hotel guest. I thought that was really cool. All of the suites had a perfect view of the stage from their balcony. The balconies are really private, too. They even made a point of mentioning that many people sunbathed in the nude on their balcony.

Shoot, we might not even have brought clothes. Then again, the zipline down Main Street naked might get a comment or two.

We laughed because the act tonight was two cover bands. The first has a Taylor Swift impersonator and the second had an Ed Sheeran impersonator. "Ed" would go first, then "Taylor", then most of the concert was the two of them together. It sounded silly and fun. I did notice that Orlando had been on his phone for a bit but didn't think anything about it. He put the phone down just as pseudo-Ed walked out onto the stage.

He looked just like the real Ed. I mean down to the mannerisms. His voice was amazing. Maybe he was lip syncing. You probably haven't noticed, but Ed has a small quirk in his voice. You don't hear it often, but someone in the business hears it. I do. Orlando does.

This guy even had that hitch.

Then I started laughing and turned to Orlando.

"Taylor, too?" I asked and he just grinned at me. My timing was perfect because pseudo-Taylor came out just then and they sang an incredible duet. I mean incredible. I admit I had been surprised when Orlando setup an 8K camera on the balcony to record this concert, but I get it now.

Do you? Probably. The two performers on the stage were really Ed and Taylor. Orlando had them flown in. Ah, now the crowd was going to understand it. Maybe. The impersonators just came out on stage. Dressed just like the real thing. Oh, that's cool. The finale and the encores were with all four of them.

Orlando was up to something. He always is. The concert was great fun.

Ed and Taylor didn't even come up. I asked Orlando.

"This is our weekend," said Orlando. Sure, sure, he flew them in to perform and sent them away and they did it for him.

"No," said Orlando. "They did it for you."

He's so fucking sweet.

He deserves a good fuck.

Happy to oblige. Right there on the balcony. We're fun people and have tons of sex with a lot of people, but there is nothing like passionate sex with your husband. Particularly when that husband is Orlando.

That boy is skilled.

The zipline

Grace again. I get to tell the story and Orlando will damn well let me. OK, that made him laugh. I do what I want. Yeah, you read it in that voice.

Orlando does what I want. No, he's not a wimp about it. He cares. It's not the typical What do you want to do tonight guy. It's a legitimate desire to do things we both like. He'll do the research. Find two or three choices. Even prioritize them. Then we'll discuss them and make the decision together, although that usually means he listens more than he talks, and we do what I wanted to do. Sometimes he'll even call me out when he knows I'm pushing for something I think he'll like. Then if I insist and pick it, we'll do it, because he'll do something he wants to do that I don't want to do if I insist we're going to do it whether I like it or not.

And that sentence made sense to you.

This trip is a perfect example. He had three different weekends planned. One was in Los Angeles with a lot of friends. One was in New York with Luke and Cassie, which would have been fun, and the last was this weekend.

I'm a sucker for romantic. This time we both had this as our first choice, but not before we planned a weekend with Luke and Cassie.

Luke turned 9.

Orlando moaned before I did. He was thinking of me. And Luke. And Cassie.

OK, I moaned again.

It's a good thing we're not afraid of heights

Grace here, again. That was incredible. The title is appropriate because we were trapped pretty high up for way too long. I think it does give you confidence when you know that even if the cable breaks you can float gently to the ground. Heck, I could have finished the course by flying down main street.

That would not have been subtle. The world is already a little freaked that we own so much. Finding out many of us could fly and read minds and move things with our mind might be a bit much.

Then again we can make people have an orgasm with our minds. That would be, and is, popular.

I should back up and tell the story. We went down the mountain on the zipline. Most, well all, people stop at that point. To go through town, they open a part of the course, and you go through the motor that gives you one hell of a push to make it through town. I'm now confident that no one tried it ever because we fucking flew. I mean seriously zipping along. See what I did there?

Until we weren't. All of the sudden we slammed to a stop. More accurately our harness did. I'm surprised we don't have whiplash. It hit us hard and we bounced for quite a while before we came to a stop.

A couple hundred feet above main street. Stuck. Not moving. They didn't even seem to realize it for a bit. I guess we were supposed to get ourselves down at the end. I don't know. Finally a hotel bus came from the other direction. I guess from where we would have stopped. The driver got out and looked at us.

"Watch ya doin' up there?" he shouted.

How the fuck do you answer that question? I just let Orlando answer because my answer would have been something like we're stuck asswipe. Yeah, I'm not quite as innocent as most people think.

Insatigrace. OK, off topic. Orlando patiently explained we were stuck. An ambulance, firetruck and police car all arrived.

And stared at us. It turned out they had literally nothing in town tall enough to come up and fix it. We let them try for way too long before I had an epiphany.

"Fetch the plane," I said. "We can drop the stairs, walk up into it, and land."

"Duh," said Orlando. "I can't believe I didn't think of that." Moments later, the plane floated down Main Street. For some reason we'd gathered a crowd. The hovering space plane didn't help. Orlando climbed right onto the stairs and noticed I didn't follow him.

My latch was stuck. Fuck. Just fuck. Orlando maneuvered the plane over to me but couldn't reach me.

"OK, I'm going to use the plane to block the crowd and come get you," he said. He positioned the plane to where it was between us and the crowd, then floated over to me. He got me unbuckled and we floated into the plane and landed on the street. We did want to thank everyone. Thank goodness no one saw us fly.

I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let anyone zipline through town anymore.

Oh my. I just realized I did this commando in loose shorts. I'm pretty sure the entire town has now seen my crotch.

That's OK.

Dinner with my love

It's Saturday night which means dinner. We have reservations in the nicest restaurant in the hotel. I laugh because both Orlando and I notice things. Lots of things. It's Luca. He's done this to us. When we go out on a double-date or in a group, his eyes never stop moving. He's always looking for ways to improve things. I noticed a lot of things, so while we waited for our dessert, we chatted about them. It was kind of a thing in our group. Not mean spirited, just observational.

"You go first," I said.

"The $85 steak was not an $85 steak. I don't believe for a minute that was true Kobe beef. I know the difference," he said.

"Agreed," I said. "Definitely not Kobe, or at least good Kobe. My guess is that if challenged they'll have a rationalization. We might have to test it."

"Service was OK, but not $85 steak OK," I said, with a smile.

"Even though the hotel is pretty full, the restaurant isn't, which is telling," said Orlando.

Yes, it was. We went back and forth for a while on the whole complex. Letting people go to the concerts for free was cool, but they did absolutely nothing to leverage it. They built a mediocre expensive restaurant that wasn't a destination for locals.

There was so much potential. Orlando pulled out his phone, which is against date rules, but I knew why. He was looking into the Fairmont chain. When we see untapped potential...

"Wait," I said. "Don't buy it. You have to find someone to run it first." He laughed.

"Good point. If I don't, I'm stuck with it," he said.

"Invite them to lunch, not dinner," I said. "The time change will be a lot." He laughed. Yes, I know him well. He wanted to invite Luca and Tegan. So much for our romantic getaway. Now we're going to have to have wild sex with an incredible couple that turn us on.

The horrors.

"Yeah, but this is our weekend, so no sex with Luca and Tegan," said Orlando. Then we both laughed. Like that would happen.

"I need to send one more text, OK?" he said. I smiled. At least he asked. He wouldn't tell me why, though. I tried to read him.

"No, no, no," he said. He'd actually blocked me! When we do, we know when they're trying. OK, dude. Have it your way. He knows I could push through and also knows I won't.

The rest of the evening was uneventful if you include incredible sex on our balcony again. Balcony sex was fun. I only let him cum once though. We needed to save him. Normally he'd argue that he recovers quick, so I was surprised when he didn't argue. He was up to something. We did talk a little more about the Fairmont chain though. We were going to have to check out some more if we bought it. The Maldives. Bali. A lot of cool cities, too. Even Jakarta, which would be handy with Oceanus right there.

Yes, we were sitting naked, on our balcony, after power sex, talking about buying a hotel chain. Most people at our age were trying to figure out where to score a bottle of wine. Or get in their girlfriend's pants. I love our life. We could do either. Repeatedly.

Maybe it's time to expand it.

No. Not quite ready for a baby.

"Soon, I think," said Orlando. He'd read me, but I hadn't blocked him.

"You almost never do," said Orlando. Then he let the block down and kissed me.

"Peaches? You think she's ready for this?" I asked.

"Yes, if she reports to Berry," said Orlando. OK, that was solid reasoning. Then I moaned.

"You invited them both," I said, with another little moan.

"You know me well," he said. Yes, I do. They're both fun as hell and while yes, I do mean sexually, I also mean as people. They should have been born into the family they fit so well.

I guess they were part of the family now.

"Luca's bringing earrings for Peaches," said Orlando. Of course he was.

"But you'd be splitting them up?" I said.

"Not necessarily. Peaches can commute from Monte Carlo and anyway, this will expand Berry's patch, so she'll travel a lot, too," said Orlando. He was waiting for me to laugh. Berry's patch.

I didn't laugh.

"Oh come on. That was funny," said Orlando.

"That was a Dad joke," I said. "Were you practicing?"

"Maybe," he said softly.

Wow.

"Listen, I do want to be a mom, I do. I am already a mom, but I know you mean me having a baby," I said. "And I know Rylee's already a mom and all that, but I'm not ready. I don't know when I will be."

"OK," said Orlando, with a big smile. That's all he had to say. OK.

Oops. We used up another one. Well, I had to reward his support, didn't I? I even let him fuck my tits. I don't get much out of it, so we don't do it often, but I learned something that I liked a lot.

His cock has grown again. Longer. Maybe a little thicker. I know because on his upthrust between my breasts, the head of his cock pops in my mouth now.

I like that. So does he. I suspect we'll be doing this a lot more now. I admit it is more fun. Particularly when he pulls out and covers me with cum.

Because then he has to clean me up.

So much for privacy

Grace here, again. I guess our patio wasn't quite as private as they led us to believe. Photos hit the net this morning. Sorry, it's morning. Typical paparazzi shows, but they are causing a little controversy and honestly the reason makes me laugh. There is a great shot of Orlando straddling my chest. There is a cross bar on the railing in exactly the perfect spot. If you use your imagination, you can figure out positioning and know he is fucking my tits. For some reason that was causing issues. Why? They're my tits. I certainly gave him permission to fuck them. Weird.

Then we got an email with two more photos attached. One is right before we started. I'm already laying down, so you don't see anything. Orlando is standing up at a bit of an angle and you see everything. Damn he is good looking. Tight abs, long thick cock. Double damn I'm lucky. He looked good. The second shot was right after we finished. We're standing up, looking down the mountain. He's not hard but is clearly sticky. I'm naked but he missed one dollop of cum. They threatened to release the photos if we didn't pay a ransom.

So we released the photos.

Good grief, we'd both been naked in Mia's show. Heck, we were more than naked in Orlando's. In one, I was covered with Luca's cum! OK, that made me laugh and I released a third photo. I released that one with a caption.

That's not Orlando's cum

Well, it's not. Stir it up, baby. Orlando also reached out to Sheila. She quickly found the cameras and it all led to the 10-year-old perp. Elisa. I'll come back to Elisa. They didn't take her to jail.

They brought her here. We weren't going to punish her. We were introducing her to Rylee. We'll come back to that. Rylee, right?

Peaches here

This is so cool that I got to come along. Apparently they're considering some big business deal and needed Berry and she asked me to come along and take notes. This is so cool. Oh, I said that. Of course, I know all the people here pretty well.

OK, intimately, but let's face it, I work at the Monte Carlo resort, including Gamma Monte Carlo. All of the family visits us. Berry is even a member of the freaking inner circle. I am so proud of her. She is so successful all because she ran into Julia at the market. That's not fair. She's successful because she is amazing. Julia just let her show it.

I've read the whole journal and Bob and Amy, or their family, are helping so many people succeed! I hope I can be a small bit as successful as Berry. She's my hero.

OK, time to take notes. I'll transcribe some of these from the recording if I need to. Did you want me to narrate our wild sex first?

It was wild.

Let me set the stage. Grace and Orlando. Yum. Luca and Tegan. Oh, yum again. Berry and me. I think we're yummy. I know Berry is. The poor guys, though. First, I have to say that us girls simply love some man on man action. They performed for us. First, Luca laid on top of Orlando and they frotted. God, that is sexy. Then Luca slid down and slipped into Orlando.

We all came on the spot. Guess who got to do cleanup! Damn, I love these people. Now there were four of us girls and two guys, both of which had used up their first one. Come on, you know Orlando fucked Luca.

Guess what. They each had four more in them. More accurately, four more in us. It was fun, and sexy, and athletic and we laughed a lot. Cum was flying everywhere.

See! Wild. I'm a sexaholic, so I can judge these things. Lunch had just been catered to the suite and for some reason a discussion of the lunch quality kicked off.

"I see what you mean," said Luca. "Good, not great. Peaches, your opinion. What do you think of the breakfast?"

"The scrambled eggs are perfect, which is surprising in room service, but that's the only thing that gets a decent grade. The bacon is greasy and underdone, and the pastries are stale. I suspect the champagne was a leftover open bottle because it is flat. Do they know who you are?"

Orlando shook his head no. Yeah, I didn't think so.

"What about the hotel?" asked Tegan. They're quite a team.

"Good not great still applies," I said. "The lobby is wonderful architecturally, but it needs a complete redo. The paint is old, and the carpet is barely better than threadbare. Old school check-in, which I actually kind of like at this level. It looked to me, by the lobby of the hotel, that they are having to cut corners too much. That's my overall experience but I've only been here for a bit. I'd want to see the pool, experience the spa, and play a round of golf before I gave a better assessment, but I'd bet money my opinion wouldn't shift. Some would be better, some worse. My prediction would be golf is better, because it is targeted at men, and the spa is worse, because it is targeted at women."

"Dead on," said Orlando. "We played golf yesterday and it was quite nice. The course is gorgeous and well-maintained. Even the rental clubs were high quality."

"Then we went to the spa, and it wasn't," said Grace. "Orlando even snuck me into the men's locker room for a second. The men's is really nice. The women's is OK, but not special. If I was going to skimp in a spa, they had it backwards, but I'm guessing the decision-makers on skimping were men."

"Yes, likely the Chief of Operations," I said. "My research shows that he has been with the company for over 40 years. He is close to retirement and his retirement is variable and if he can get the stock up another dollar, it will be worth millions for him. He is likely doing everything he can for his personal benefit."

"How do you know that?" asked Luca.

"As soon as you invited us yesterday, I worked with the real estate team to put together a full profile. I anticipated the discussion would lead to a consideration of acquisition," I said. I handed out the analysis packets. I'd had them printed before we left. Everyone paged through my analysis. Just the financials, of course.

No PowerPoint.

"So your recommendation would be to buy the chain," said Luca. Wow, they're listening to me.

"Yes. If you look at page 5, it shows the projected benefits of a refresh. Page 6 shows the same projections, but with two changes. The first is to take the entire chain off the grid, which has significant savings. The second is to merge the Fairmont with the Four Seasons chain. Pari bought it but has left the management intact. I've been looking into that and see a similar pattern of behavior. Leadership near retirement working for their own benefit. I'm not criticizing Pari. She bought it, she runs it, but she is spread so thin she needs someone to run the chain. That's one of the reasons I would merge them. Find the right exec and given them both. Rename it the Fairmont Four Seasons but keep the hotel brands split. They hit a modestly different market and the overlap is smaller than you would expect. If you look at Page 7, it has a summary of the progression of the project and the investment required."

"You did all this since we called you fourteen hours ago," said Luca.

"Sure. This was fun. I love this. Hey, maybe you should give it to Berry. I could still be her assistant but maybe take on just a little more responsibility," I said. That would be so cool.

"We agree with your recommendations. All of them. We'll let Pari know to pass the Four Seasons to you," said Luca. Wow, that was a slip of the tongue.

"You mean to Berry," I said.

"No," said Orlando. "You bought it, you run it. You know the rules."

"But I didn't buy it! I was just giving you the information you needed," I said, kind of screaming. What the fuck was he talking about?

"You say information, but I say you made a pitch to buy it," said Luca. "Berry is getting it, too. You'll still report to her. You'll both just need new assistants."

"Wait, what?" said Berry. "This was fun to watch and all, but what the fuck. You're giving me two entire luxury hotel chains, too?"

"No," said Grace. "They're Peaches' job. She reports to you so you can coach and mentor her. She's also got access to everyone, particularly Luca and Julia. Even Sophia. Whatever you need. For example, I think you should talk to Luca about more casinos, and I think you should work out where to have Gamma resorts."

I heard myself say OK and then jinx. We said it exactly together.

All of us. I guess it was predictable. Although the odds of them getting a jinx with someone was high.

I was sitting next to Tegan, not Luca. Oh, how sweet. She's going to do the honors. She is one hell of a kisser. I ended up on my back, on the floor, with Tegan on top of me, pulling off my top. I think we are on break now.

Damn, Tegan is good at this.

Wow. Yes, wow in that I had a massive orgasm, squirted all over Tegan, and ended up in the shower shampooing each other's hair.

But really, wow, I run hotels now?

Crazy. But I'm excited. Do you know the last thing that Grace did before Tegan altered the direction of the meeting? She gave me freaking earrings and told me I was in the inner circle. Me. I'm a freaking 10-year-old kid.

Off to Paris

I am on a plane to Paris to meet with executives from AccorHotels. They own the Fairmont chain. Oh, this is Peaches. God, I hate the name Peaches. It's hard to be an executive named Peaches. I don't think it helps that I am 10 years old. Now that I had the luxury of another 48 hours, some of which were spent with Berry, Luca, and Julia, I am not on my way to negotiate the sale of the Fairmont chain. Oh no. Why go small? Luca kept asking questions that required me to look into the parent company, AccorHotels. They were an investor in the hotel group sbe. I looked at that, too. And yes, it is lower case.

After my review, I was having lunch with our four person team and mentioned that the parent company financials were even better. They started peppering me with queries.

"The market cap is around $14 billion?" said Luca. "Oh, that makes this much easier. They're a listed company. Just buy it all."

All? All?

So we did. I did. With Jason. I spent $17 billion by the time I was done, then rolled in the Four Seasons.

WTF.

So I was on a plane with Luca to meet with leadership and announce my new role. I am so happy Luca agreed to come. Tegan damn near pushed him out the door. Apparently she has a spa weekend with Carlina. I'm fairly sure that was code for a weekend full of girl sex. That would have been fun, too.

Right before she closed the door, Tegan whispered in my ear.

"It's girl sex. All weekend long. Go do this. Next time we'll invite you," said Tegan.

Oh God.

Did I mention that AccorHotels is over 3,700 hotels? The Fairmont is well known. There are 36 brands. I am not convinced we need 36 brands. Who needs 36 brands?

Wait, 37. The Four Seasons, too. Oh, and you probably recognize Raffles, and Sofitel, and maybe Swissôtel. The others were much less well known.

Which is my point. I had a lot to learn about what I bought.

"One of the first things I would suggest is deciding where we can build Gammas," said Luca, on the plane. It's about all he said, because the ride is short. "Out of 3,800 or so, surely you can build five or six hundred Gammas. You'll probably want to resell the lesser hotels. Not much value there."

"I disagree," I said. "There are at least 1,500 lesser hotels. Let's split them like the car dealers. A regular brand and a premium brand. The premium brands can target Gammas, while the lesser brands can be positioned for Cobb. My first scan says that there are a solid 200 Gamma candidates in the first wave. Hilton is a bargain with a market cap of around $26 billion. Even Marriott is only $42 billion. Intercontinental is the biggest bargain at under $12 billion. Add those in and we exceed 20,000 properties. Just taking them off the grid can boost their margin by almost 6 points. Six full points. I could get them all converted in under six months. Radisson would add another 1,400 but they're private, so I haven't looked closely yet. That's not a big bump, but they have some potential Gammas. I think I could roll it all up with another $100 billion."

I had done all the research and that was all true, but I was just bullshitting on a plane ride. A hundred billion. What's the joke? Oh yeah. Couch cushion money. Well, maybe not my couch.

"How many Gammas across all 20,000?" asked Luca.

"A little soon to tell, but I have an idea that's been rattling around. Why are we being elitist? Gamma is expensive and the quality is worth it, but it wouldn't devalue the brand to offer many of the same things at the lesser resorts. Fucking is fucking, right? The world is changing, and we can change with it. I start consolidating the chains and rebrand the hotels that are Gammas as Gamma, a mid-price line as Epsilon and a lower-priced line as Omega. No different than the JW Marriott, Marriott, and Courtyard. In fact, I'd leverage the existing lines, just open up the experience if you get my drift. I'd focus on the destination hotels."

"I'm with you and I love your choice of names, but how about if there were smaller clubs in the other locations. Not the whole hotel, but, well, a wrestling room. What businessperson wouldn't choose our hotels if they knew they could fuck their night away. We could give good discounts for business travelers and the fucking would be a bonus. We could even do local contests to fill empty rooms, particularly on the weekends. Give aways to encourage the locals. Hey, we could do clubs open to the locals, too. This could work."

"I was already there, so I'm with you. Take over the world, one fucking hotel at a time and I mean fucking in the literal sense," I said.

I did mean it in the literal sense.

"Well, that's just daydreaming for right now," I said. "I've got to deal with this first one."

"No," said Luca. "We can't do it slowly. The market will figure it out too quickly. Text Jason to snap them all up. Throw in some specialty hotels, too. Don't forget Hyatt, too. I'd include Taj and Shangri-la. I've got the plane. Text him now."

He wasn't kidding. I sent the text and got a smiley face back.

"Good thing it was your idea," I said. Luca snorted.

"You'd better replay this conversation girl," said Luca, laughing. "Your idea."

"Oh, now come on. I proposed buying a few hotels," I said. "This is 20,000 hotels. This is industry domination."

"Yep, yep, and yep," said Luca, as we landed. I'd read about this apartment, but holy shit, we were the seventh plane to land. On the apartment. With room to spare, including a giant roof garden.

I ain't in Athens anymore. Just as I landed, I got a text.

Easier than I expected, by a lot. All done.

I showed it to Luca. He barked out a laugh.

"Top 10 baby," said Luca. I had no idea what he meant.

"What?" I said.

"The Forbes/Fortune 400. You're in the top 10 now. Not sure who you bumped, but it would have been a family member of some sort. We don't disclose much and Forbes kind of estimates. It's handy though because we really have no idea. There's just too much money," said Luca. Too much money to know what order the billionaires in the family were in.

Wait, what did he say?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said. I'd read the entire journal, but he can't be serious.

He was serious. I got a text on my phone, from Tegan. It was a link to an article on the BBC site.

Announcing my purchases. They even had a nice photo. I have no idea where they got it, but I was on the beach. I love that bikini. The bottoms tie on the side and don't cover all that much in the front and damn near nothing in the back.

If you're waiting for me to describe the top, I can't.

I admit, a topless photo on the BBC website as my introduction to the business world is a little weird. I do have nice nipple bumps now though.

Did I mention the camel toe?

Well, the world is a changin', right?

I wonder how many people in the world will jack off to my nipple bumps on the BBC site? Jumping ahead a bit, it turned out it was a lot. Rylee helped me find someone in the analytics group at the BBC. She did an analysis of people that went to the link for the article, clicked on the picture to enlarge it, and stayed on that page for over 15 minutes. It was a guess, but it felt like a measure of some value.

I was a bit surprised by the answer.

43,234,924.

In the first 24 hours. My picture damn near crashed the BBC site. It was the most viewed picture in the history of their website.

Wait until I have real breasts. Yes, that was a tangent, but it was about people masturbating to my nipple bumps, so it was a worthy tangent. Back to the story. If you can get your mind off my nipple bumps.

"You know you have a crap ton of executives now. I'd leave all the chains alone and do a good review of them all. Get to know them. Feel out the chemistry. Build a team of people you like and trust. Don't be afraid to retire large swathes of people, just do it fairly. Really focus on people you trust, not people that you think you should trust. You'll feel it. Don't think about it. Feel it. You'll know. My biggest piece of advice is to leverage the schools. Build a small team for each chain and let them go in and do the analysis. A really deep dive. You're the idea person. The strategist. Let your consulting teams do the heavy lifting. Do not be swayed by just the financials or, worse, tenure. Listen more with your heart then your head. You'll know the right decisions, often well before you have all the data. You don't need the data. When you feel a decision, do it. I'm not saying you won't make mistakes, but you won't make many if you feel.

"Oh, and pay attention to the teams from the schools. You're going to steal a ton of them and put them into leadership roles. These chains need fresh blood," added Luca.

Well, we will start with the first giant hotel chain I bought. I own. I fucking own it. Hmm.

How many hotels do I have to christen? OK, that made Luca smile.

"At least the Presidential and Royal type suites," said Luca. "I signed up the 241 Presidential Suite at Le Royal Monceau for tonight. I thought we'd christen it, if you're interested." He ended it with an exaggerated leer, which made me laugh. And wet.

"I suppose that would work," I said. "You're the only available cock." Yeah, we both laughed. You'd do Luca. We'd all do Luca.

"We have reservations for dinner at 2000 at Matsuhisa Paris, which is in the hotel. You know we both want to check out the restaurants before we fuck all night," said Luca. Oh yeah. We do. And we will.

I'd tell you about the meetings, but they went well. After all, the meetings were after the other acquisitions were announced and Jason had swept them up in the process. The meeting changed from we'd like to acquire your company to next steps now that we've acquired your company. Let me do tell you the story of the end of the meeting.

I pulled Luca to the side.

"There are not many people in this room that are staying," I said. "Nothing particularly wrong with them, but absolutely no vision. Only one person reacted to my comment that there were too many brands."

"Their CTO," said Luca. "The Chief Technology Officer."

"Yeah," I said. "She's young, has no business experience, and has a voice."

"So you're thinking CEO," said Luca.

"And you don't think that is ludicrous," I said.

"I'm 18" said Luca, which made me laugh. A very fine 18 he is.

"Yeah, baby," he said, softly, in his Austin Powers voice.

Damn it. Now I'm dripping. I hope no one falls. No, I mean really dripping. Wearing a skirt. Commando.

I laughed, because there was one of those Floor wet signs over a bit and when we finish talking, Luca went and moved it to right where I had been standing.

"Don't want anyone to fall," said Luca, with a smile that just made me leak more.

"Your fault," I said, and he laughed again. We walked back to the table just as a small person walked in the room, walked over, and handed me a stack of manila envelopes. She turned and walked right out.

"Carlina and I will be in your suite," thought Tegan. "Dinner after so Luca can recover."

Well that's motivation for a short meeting. Luca's grin tells me she thought to him, too.

He just nodded. Wearing you out, dude.

He nodded a little more vigorously. Which is how we rejoined the group with my nipple bumps just hammering out my shirt and Luca visibly hard.

Which the CTO appreciated. Fairly openly. And I mean Luca's cock and my nipples.

Oh joy. No literally, oh Joy. Her name is Joy.

I am telling that one to Bob.

"I'll reward you," thought Bob, to me.

Oh joy.

"Twice," he thought.

My nipples just got a little harder.

Each folder was labeled with a name and Joy's is on the bottom. I opened the first and it was a severance offer. A generous one, but with all the appropriate legal releases.

I moved the bottom one to the top and opened it and as expected, it was a new package for Joy.

A pretty damn generous one. I turned to Luca.

"This is more than I make," I said, softly. He snorted.

"Not even close to what you make," said Luca. "By orders of magnitude."

"She makes over $2 million a year," I said.

"Not even close," said Luca. "In fact, today was payday. Check your direct deposit." I pulled out my phone and checked.

We'll just note that my twice-monthly take home dwarfs her annual salary.

"How could I ever spend this?" I asked.

"You won't spend a penny of it," said Luca. "You're in the inner circle. Everything gets paid for. You never get a bill."

"So I could buy a car," I said.

"You could buy Finland," said Luca. "Although Finland is cold. I'll bet they have good saunas, though. Sauna sex is fun."

Yes it is, Luca. Yes it is.

Luca wore out. You know he did.

Tegan, Carlina, and I did not.

We had fun.

A Joy of a meeting

Joy is a joy. But let me back up to the rest of the meeting.

"Each of you has a file folder," I said. "Most of you are being offered a generous severance package. Please do not take this as an insult. We have acquired a number of companies and will be consolidating leadership. You'll see we have vested all of your options and provided a bonus to exercise your shares. This should leave each of you affected as quite rich enough to retire or move to a new role. Let's take a break now for 10 minutes. At that time, would those of you without a buyout package, please join us here. Those that do will find help at your desk to pack your things. Thank you."

As tempting as it was to spend the ten minutes with me bent over the conference room table, we, gasp, stayed clothed.

Bummer.

Right at the ten minute mark, the door opened, and Joy returned.

"Everyone else is late?" she said. "Typical."

"No one is late," I said. You could see that startled her.

"I'm it?" she said, with some shock in her voice. "I know you gave me a ridiculous raise, but why me?"

Her new title was not in the packet.

"Someone has to be the CEO," I said.

"Sure, but..." said Joy. That's when it hit her.

"Me?" she said. "Seriously me? I'm 27 years old."

Yeah we waited her out until she laughed.

"Point taken," she said. "Although I admit and perhaps this is inappropriate, but I think OK, I thought I'd find you bent over the conference room table."

"Perfectly appropriate, and we thought about it," said Luca. "In our world, it is likely."

"Am I in your world now?" she asked, a bit tentatively.

"Yes, but you have to be clearer. Direct is good. Polite is good," I said.

"Would you both like to spend the night with me and explore boundaries that I have never explored?" she said. "Please?"

"Well you did say please," said Luca, with a dazzling smile.

I caught her when she fainted.

CEO? Me?

I don't get it at all. I was only the CTO because the prior CTO abruptly retired. The number 2 and number 3 positions in technology were vacant. I was a director, which at my age was pretty advanced, but only ran the digital team. Today I showed up for work to a meeting request to join the senior management team. When I got there, it was pretty clear that I was there to be the token female. They didn't acknowledge me. They didn't speak to me.

Three of them asked me to fetch them coffee.

The only reason the others didn't was because their assistants arrived at the meeting with their coffee.

I need to tell them that. They made a mistake. We're meeting for dinner at their hotel, which is one of our hotels. They said they like to check it out as guests.

I can't believe I suggested we spend the night. I don't know what came over me. That's just not me. I live a life that revolves around work and my cat. I haven't had a serious boyfriend since college. I haven't had an actual girlfriend at all. Hell, I'm confused about that, too! I like men. I think I like women.

Fuck.

I got to the restaurant, and they were already there. Luca jumped to his feet to hold my chair for me. Who does that anymore?

"I do," said Luca. "It is how I was taught. I run the risk of offending someone but hopefully they'll see it in the way that it was intended. Respect."

Peaches is just nodding. Peaches looks incredible. She is in a wrap dress that is a white gauzy material. It is almost opaque, but not quite.

Her freaking nipples are amazing.

Luca is in a suit. Luca rocks a suit. I want to see Luca out of the suit. Hell, I want to see them both out of their clothes.

I am not focusing.

"Listen," said Peaches. "I know this is overwhelming. It is to me, too. We're in this together. Two days ago I was the administrative assistant to my sister, Berry. I am freaking 10. Now I appear to own north of 20,000 major hotels. You can do this."

"I'm not sure I can. You don't know my story. I'm not the CTO. I was never the CTO. I'm the Director of Digital development. I have a team of 15 out of an IT group of hundreds. All the positions above me are empty. They invited me to the meeting because I'm a woman," I said. "Three of them asked me to make their coffee!"

I might have gotten a little heated with that last sentence.

They both laughed.

"We know," said Luca. "Listen. I know it sounds crazy and a little new age, but when we pick someone they succeed. Now, maybe it is because we pick well, and I think it is, but we also provide the support and help to ensure everyone wins. Our approach to running companies works. We care about the people that work on the team. We care about the community. We care about providing a superior experience. What we don't care about is quarterly profits. We don't care about stockholders. We don't care about propping up a share price. We just don't. All of the profits will go to charity. Every penny. We want you to invest and stretch yourself and the company."

"About a quarter of your properties will be converted to Gamma resorts, too," said Peaches.

The moan just popped out. It did!

They both laughed again.

"Well the CEO certainly has to check out the resorts," said Peaches.

I am vibrating through a small orgasm now.

"You think I can do this," I said.

"Tell us about the restaurant," said Peaches.

"It needs a refresh. Everything is dated, from the utensils to the seating, to the decor. It isn't bad, but it isn't special," I said. "The food is quite good, in fact better than I expected. The service is good but could improve. They're clearly understaffed, both in the wait staff and in the kitchen, because things took too long and they're not busy enough for that to happen. For that matter, they're not busy enough. This is Paris, so there is a lot of competition in dining, but clearly this isn't on anyone's list for more than dining at your hotel."

"And how will you fix it?" asked Peaches.

"Well, you have taken the handcuffs off, so I would make the necessary investments to refresh the restaurant," I said. "As good as it is, I'd upgrade the restaurant. We're near the theater district, and to my surprise there are no theater packages. I'd work with the theaters for packages that include dinner, a room for the night, and tickets."

"Do you think the theaters will work with you?" asked Peaches. "I doubt you're the first hotel with the idea. How will you stand out?"

"I suppose their cut will have to be higher than our competitors, at least until we establish ourselves," I said.

"That's one approach," said Peaches. "What is another?"

"I don't have a quick response," I said. "I will give it some thought with the marketing team."

"What if you had an unlimited budget and could do literally anything?" asked Luca.

I admit, I laughed.

"I would buy all the theaters, or at least a reasonable subset. Some high-end. Some more boutique. A variety," I said. Like that is going to happen.

"Who do you know that is your theater expert? That loves the theater and can tell you all about every show, every actor, and every theater?" said Luca. "Your go-to for the theater."

"Oh, that's easy," I said. "My brother. OK, technically my step-brother, but he has been a part of my life for his entire life, and I think of him as my brother."

"How old is he?" asked Peaches.

"You already know that" I said. Guessing, but a pretty safe guess.

They both laughed.

"Yeah, we know Anton is 11," said Peaches.

Peaches reached into her small purse and pulled out two things. Pretty small things. She handed them to me.

"These are phones," said Peaches. She showed me how to unfold them all the way to tablets.

"These are amazing," I said.

"One is for you. One is for Anton. The acquisition team number is in the contacts," said Luca.

"Have him work with the team and they can coordinate offers to keep the market steady. Buy more, not less. Buy everything you suggested and then everything else you can buy. No, that wasn't accurate. Have Anton buy it all. After all, he'll be running them," said Peaches.

Say what.

"He can start at the Sorbonne on Monday, too," said Luca.

"Our parents would never go for that," I said.

"They've already signed the paperwork," said Peaches.

"How?" I said. "Today?"

"No, about four months ago," said Luca. "Jessica did it."

A little moan slipped out. For a 5-year-old.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I should have controlled that." They both laughed.

"Why?" said Luca. "Jessica is amazing. The whole package. Gorgeous, powerful, driven, smart, hilariously funny."

"But she's 5!" I said.

"Doesn't matter," said Peaches. "Hell, Luca is disappointed that he turned 18 and is losing time with her."

"And Bill," he said, in a sad voice.

"You've..." I said, letting it trail off.

"Not a question to ask," said Luca. "But an understandable one. I'll answer though. Our society is sexual. There are age limits, but beyond that everyone plays. It is healthy for them."

"Oh," said Peaches. "The real estate team is in your contacts, too. They can help you find a nice place for you and Anton."

"For Anton and me?" I said. "Why?"

They looked at each other for a moment.

"OK," said Peaches. "It can be just for you, and he can visit. It will be a consulate."

Did they mean? Were they suggesting?

I think my moan startled the entire restaurant.

"Your parents already agreed he could move in with you," said Peaches.

This time I controlled the moan. Just a little.

But it came right back when he walked up. His eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"Finally," he said, as he sat down.

"You knew?" I said to Anton.

"Of course," he said. "We're soulmates."

I think we actually are.

"You have the Presidential Suite until you find a place," said Peaches. "This is already a consulate, but the rules only apply to Dionysus citizens."

"How does that help?" I asked. Anton snorted, which made Peaches and Luca laugh.

"Do you have them with you?" asked Anton. Peaches smiled and reached back into her purse. She handed us both passports.

Diplomatic passports. From Dionysus.

"Did you tell them your idea?" asked Anton. I just nodded and handed him his phone. He quickly unfolded it and looked something up.

"OK, I see I have the acquisitions team's number," said Anton. "Let me send them a text." Which he did.

"They're on it," he said. "I've already eaten, and you're all done. Can we adjourn to the suite now?"

"We'll leave you alone," said Luca.

"Fuck that," said Anton. "This is Dionysus. Love and sex are different and there is no freaking way we're passing up a night with the two of you. Yes, my first will be with Joy and then we'll all freaking celebrate."

So we did.

Repeatedly.

My 11-year-old soulmate.

I am in heaven.

This story is about our vacation

Back to me. Grace. This is my story. Let's jump back to Elisa. Before Luca and Peaches left. And Berry. The 10-year-old that tried to extort us. The cops actually picked her up and dropped her off. Honestly, I don't know why, but I'm guessing the police in Las Cruces didn't want to deal with it. I get it. Still a little weird to drop a kid at a hotel without her parents.

They knocked on our door and without thinking, I opened it. I forgot, OK. I'm used to our world where you would open the door naked. I did appreciate the fact that all three people at the door moaned. Including both the male and the female cop.

And Elisa.

"We're just delivering her to you," said the female cop. "Good luck." With that, she did a lingering up/down look and sighed. The cops turned to walk away.

"When can I get you off?" I said to the cops. A Bob-level play on words, right?

They both spun back.

"I'm pretty sure this is a consulate," said the girl. I hadn't even met her yet.

But she is adorable.

"Hold up," I said, being the modestly responsible adult. "You're not fucking the cops."

The look of disappointment was strong. I admit, I laughed.

"Yet," said the girl, softly. I admit, I laughed again.

"Do you both have cards?" I asked, of the officers. "We might have questions only you could answer."

Let them dream. Briefly. Hey, they're cute. They did both leave cards with looks that were clearly hopeful.

Me too, me too.

I closed the door with Elisa on the inside.

"So what's my punishment?" she said, with some fire. Just then someone else walked in from the bedroom.

"I'm going to offer you a job," said Rylee.

I just pointed at Rylee, and she looked down.

And shrugged.

Rylee is naked. Rylee has a stream of cum across her left breast. Given Luca and Orlando are in that room, I could not immediately identify the cum. Being, well, me, I walked over and scooped a little of it up, running my finger over her nipple, which caused her to shiver.

Rylee's breasts shivering is a glorious sight.

I sucked the cum off my finger.

"You brought Chip with you," I said to Rylee's laugh.

Elisa strode over and stood in front of Rylee. She pointed at the cum.

"May I please?" said Elisa. We had preemptively declared our suite a consulate in anticipation of the acquisition. Not sure we can actually do that, but we're pretty confident no one is going to challenge us.

"For you I have no boundaries," said Rylee.

Oh boy.

Elisa leaned in and just clamped her lips around Rylee's nipple.

I was quick enough to hold her up. We will have to replace the carpet. That happens a lot.

"So what's the job?" asked Elisa.

It took Rylee a few minutes to recover.

"Don't know," said Rylee. "You need education first."

"I'm already in school," said Elisa. "I'm in the fifth grade." OK, we all laughed.

"Sorry," I said. "We are not laughing at you. We're laughing at your school system. Let me guess. Bored at school. A little bit of a troublemaker, mostly because you're bored. Always trying to find the line to skate that lets you rebel without getting in trouble."

Elisa just stared at me.

"I'll go one step farther. You've decided the grade you're going to get in every class and know, to the point, how many you'll need. Once you reach it, you'll stop working in that class."

"OK, I get how Grace pegged me, because that's half the kids in my school," said Elisa. "But how in the hell did you figure out that last one?"

"Because it is what I did," said Rylee, softly.

Elisa stared for a moment.

"So how do we fix it?" said Elisa. "It is not like there are Dionysus schools nearby."

"Two choices," said Rylee. "Pretty much up to you. The first is that you decide where you want to go to school. Could be Harvard. Maybe MIT. Stanford. UNC. All Dionysus schools. Or you could go international. Berlin, London, Madrid, Athens, Robertville."

"That's my first choice?" said Elisa. "Which world-class university I want to attend? In 8 years?"

OK, we laughed again.

"I was thinking Monday," said Rylee. "We'll test you, but I'm pretty confident."

Elisa thought it over for a minute.

"So what's the second choice?" asked Elisa.

"It comes down to whether you want to solve this problem for you or for everyone you know," said Rylee. "The second choice is to buy some part of the school system and make it part of our school system. You'd have to run it though."

"Sure, sure, I'd have to run it," said Elisa. "At 10."

"Our first Minister of Education was 4," I said.

"Pari isn't old enough for that to be true," said Elisa. Just then, Pari walked into the room.

Also naked. Not sure why, but an outstanding outcome.

"I wasn't the first Minister of Education," said Pari. "I was the second. No, that's not really true. I was third. Rylee was first because this was all her idea. Then Nan, then me."

"I wasn't the Minister," said Rylee. Pari just waited her out.

"OK, I guess I kind of was," laughed Rylee. Then she kissed Pari. No particular reason, but damn, Rylee and Pari.

Elisa's moans seem positive.

"If that's the route you take, then you have to decide how big to go," said Pari.

"You weren't even here for that part of the discussion. How do you know what we talked about?" asked Elisa. Pari laughed.

"It was predictable," said Pari.

"Bullshit," said Elisa. "You can think to each other. If I can do it with Terry, you can all sure as hell do it."

The plot thickens.

"OK," said Pari. "Sure, we all can."

"So you can read me, too," said Elisa, with some force.

"Yes," we all said. Pari got it out first.

"Hold up," said Rylee. "We'll pay that off later. Yes, we all could, and no, we haven't and won't. We only do it with permission."

"And if I don't have a block up," said Elisa, with a smile.

Pari shook her head no.

"Most of us can push through a block," said Pari. "But again, we won't."

"Prove it," said Elisa. "Push through. What am I thinking?"

"You're thinking how much you want to lick the cum off Rylee's breasts," said Pari.

"You can push through!" said Elisa.

"Yes," said Rylee. "And you need to understand that we'll always tell you the truth. Sometimes it sucks, but it is foundational to us."

Pari laughed.

"But in this case," said Pari. "We didn't. It was pretty obvious you want to."

"Yeah," said Elisa, in a deep voice.

Rylee just thrust her right breast on there.

Elisa didn't just lick. She latched on and sucked. Hard.

Had to hold Rylee up again.

Elisa is fun.

"What did you mean about how big should I go?" said Elisa.

"I'll answer that, but tell us about Terry," said Pari. "I know it seems weird, but it will make sense."

"No, it makes sense," said Elisa. "You want to know if I have a solid number two and if I do, it can expand the scope. The short answer is yes, I do. Terry is my best friend and has been since we were in Pre-K."

"Male or female?" asked Rylee.

"I guess that is a fair question for a person named Terry, but decidedly male," said Elisa, in her deep voice again.

"Soulmates?" I asked.

"Yeah, for sure," said Elisa. "But nothing we can do about that yet. I think our parents know and they kind of like it. Although they're best friends, too."

We waited her out and she laughed.

"Yeah, I've known they're swapping for years," said Elisa. "More power to them. Hell, we'd join in if we could. Our parents are smoking."

We waited her out again. Until she moaned.

"Oh my God," she said, and then vibrated through quite an orgasm.

Elisa is fun.

"We could fuck at school," said Elisa, with some awe.

"Yes," said Pari, making it a four syllable word. "But at your level, you get a house, and we make it a consulate. Hell, you and Terry can marry now if you want."

"Oh, we want," said Elisa, setting a new personal record for how deep her voice is.

"So back to scope," said Pari. "You could go local and just do Las Cruces schools. Or, if you feel comfortable about living in Santa Fe, then you could go big and buy all the schools in the state, including the universities."

"Our parents wouldn't move," said Elisa, with disappointment.

"I didn't say your parents got a house," said Pari.

"Oh," said Elisa. Her voice is going to stick that deep.

"Then again," I said. "All four of your parents can marry, too."

"They'd like that," said Elisa, with a smile.

"I'll bet," said Rylee, with a laugh.

"Then again," I said. "You could live in Las Cruces and commute every day to Santa Fe."

"It is almost 300 miles," said Elisa.

"In other words, about a minute flight," said Pari.

"Flight?" said Elisa. Yep. Waited her out.

"You'd teach me to fly," said Elisa.

"You're already pretty good with the drone. An S-88 is easier," said Pari.

"Well sure, an S-88 space plane," said Elisa.

We waited her out again.

"Are you nuts?!" said Elisa.

"No," said Pari. "We're not."

Elisa sighed.

"This is a little overwhelming," said Elisa.

"Sure," said Pari. "Hell, it is to all of us. I'm a little girl from Iran. I grew up in poverty. I am 12 and am in a relationship with the King and Queen of the most powerful nation on the planet. None of this makes any sense."

"Yeah," said Rylee. "Somehow I am one of the richest people on the planet. It is ludicrous."

"I'm married to Orlando," I said. The fact that all four of us moaned was fun.

"Yeah," said Elisa. "But that's not what defines you."

"No, it isn't, not in our world," I said.

"OK," said Elisa. "What's the next step?"

"Let's go find you a house," said Pari. "That's always fun. But let's get Terry first."

"You understand our culture, right?" said Rylee. "Terry's your soulmate, but all three of us would fuck him at the drop of a hat?"

"Oh yeah," said Elisa. "We talk about it all the time. We know we're soulmates, but we're not monogamous. Hell, our threesomes with our friend Malia are amazing."

"Do you know you're a trio yet?" said Pari.

It took a moment for Elisa to process that.

"Wow," said Elisa. "That makes so much sense."

"Well, that works well," said Pari. "One can run the local schools, one can run the university system, and you can run it all."

"You haven't even met them," said Elisa.

"Do you disagree with my assessment?" said Pari.

"No," said Elisa. "Is that how it works? You cross paths with people and the outrageous becomes your norm?"

"Yes," we all shouted.

None faster than Elisa. Oh yeah, she got it out first.

"You're predictable," said Elisa. "Do I get to collect now?"

"No," said Rylee. "You have to do it naked, which you can't do here yet."

"Why do I have to do it naked?" asked Elisa.

"Because you'll ruin your shorts," said Pari.

"Why would I..." said Elisa. "Oh. Oh my."

"Yeah," said Rylee, in her deep voice.

"Let's go get Terry and Malia," said Rylee. "And go house hunting."

"Shouldn't we tell our parents?" said Elisa.

"I already did," said Pari. "When they signed the permission paperwork for all of you."

"You did that today," said Elisa.

"No," said Pari. "About three months ago."

"Sure, sure," said Elisa. "Three months ago. And you didn't know why yet."

"No," said Pari.

"And our parents signed," said Elisa. "Even though you didn't know why."

"I didn't even know the three of you knew each other," said Pari.

"Then why did they sign?" said Elisa.

"I told them the truth," said Pari. "That I didn't know why, but it would be important. They're all very hopeful that the reasons will include them."

Moaning everywhere.

Rylee went into the bedroom and came out with a towel and clothes for her and Pari. We all enjoyed watching her vigorously rub off all the cum.

"I hate wasting it," said Rylee. "But it is time to go."

"Wasting it?" said Elisa. Yeah, we all laughed.

"Girl," said Pari. "We have got to teach you all about cleanup."

Yes, we do.

Just then, the door opened, and in came Orlando. I'd wondered where he went. With him were two people. One young man and one young woman.

Terry and Malia.

"You neglected to mention they're twins," said Rylee.

Setting a new deep voice record.

"Not a problem, is it, in your world?" said Elisa.

The resounding no rocked the room.

Malia got it out first. Triumphantly.

Understandably so.

"I caught them up," said Orlando. "Let's go house hunting."

So we did.

"We can take my plane," said Pari. "I've already scoped out a few choices. Do you want to see a few or go to the one you should pick?"

"The faster we choose, the faster we fuck," said Elisa. "We could go through the whole why would you buy this for us shtick, but you will, so let's go."

We all headed out. Pari didn't get her shirt pulled on until we were in the hall, to the delight of the three kids walking down the hall.

Come on. Pari. Topless.

I'll pass the pen to Elisa.

House hunting

Well, this day didn't turn out like I expected. The freaking cops picked me up. Never a good start.

Then they handed me over to strangers in a hotel. That's a bad horror movie if I have ever heard one. Except it isn't.

It is fucking amazing.

"And will include amazing fucking," said Pari.

Well it will.

This is Elisa, if that wasn't obvious.

I am about to get my first ride in a space plane. Pari promised we could actually go into space and that she would arrange for instructors for us all. Then she told us about the flying cars and that we would all get an S-88.

Well that's a plot twist for my day.

We flew over the house first. Upside down.

Well ya gotta be able to see.

"7/7, with five bedrooms in the main house and a two-bedroom guest house," said Pari. "Roomy and most of the walls open with a view of the canyon. Only 6 acres, but the surrounding two hundred acres is available, so we'd include that."

"OK, that's all overwhelming," said Malia. "But don't we need a realtor?"

"No," said Pari. "I already bought it. The deal for the additional acreage should go through today, too. If you like it, it is yours. If not, it can be a family home, and we'll find you something else. I loaded up the garage, too, but you can swap out if you don't like my choices."

Then they explained putting our spare bedrooms in the app.

Let's just say there was moaning involved.

"And you think this is our best choice," said Terry.

"I liked it enough to buy it," said Pari. "It is the nicest place on the market."

"So if you already own it," said Malia. Pari laughed.

And stripped.

Then the rest of us did.

"I hope you two men can handle us," said Malia.

"We'll try our best," said Terry.

"And your best is pretty damn good," said Malia.

"What!" said Rylee. "He's your twin!"

They held it longer than I expected before they laughed.

Pari led us into the house and down the hall into a simply huge bedroom.

"This is your bedroom," said Pari.

"Where are ours?" said Terry.

Pari just looked at him. And waited. That's really powerful.

"Oh," moaned Terry.

"Unless you want your own room," I said. "We don't have to share."

Malia threw her shirt at me. No, she didn't have to take it off first.

"Listen," said Rylee. "Why don't we leave the three of you to christen the master and we'll come back tomorrow."

I didn't answer. I walked over, pushed her back onto the bed, and climbed on. I spun around and am on my knees, going down on her, while she licks me.

Then a cock slid in. Oh, I know that cock well.

The bed jostled a bit. Pari is lying next to Rylee. Malia is on her knees over her.

Orlando is just pounding her.

Grace appears to be a free agent.

Best sex ever. We spent hours in the bed until the men wore out. They used their last one on each other.

That is so fucking hot.

Then us girls continued for a while. It turns out that the house is well-stocked with double-ended dildos.

And s'more fixings.

And a surprising number of spatulas.

Life is good.

My first blowjob

My name is Paz. I don't even know why I get to post in this journal. I'm not a Dionysus citizen. Just a little random entry to finish a chapter, I guess. It sure is a fond memory. It has been a long time since I have been in the journal. Just a short entry. Yes, I get to read it, even though I'm the President of Mexico. Then again, I am also 11. This happened a long time ago when I had just turned 5. If you recall, our family is poor. In that way, we are a typical Mexican family. Scraping to make ends meet. Now, of course, I have my salary, and a nice home, but back then, we lived in a one-bedroom hovel. I won't call it an apartment because hovel fits better. There was mold everywhere. The water was brown. Our furniture was what we scrounged from the dump.

Yeah, that bad, but we were happy. Of course, with one bedroom, Rafael and I had to sleep on the fold-out couch. I do love Rafael, though. There is one spot where a spring just punches you in the back. Rafael always took that side of the bed. One night I couldn't sleep, and Rafael couldn't either, but for different reasons. In his case, it was because he was playing with himself. He was only 6, but who doesn't like playing with their privates?

I was just lying their quietly, thinking about how much I love my brother and trying to figure out what I could do for him to show that love. I honestly don't know what came over me, but I quickly leaned over and pushed his hand out of the way and took his cock in my mouth. I'd watched a friend before, so I knew the mechanics.

Except for teeth. He did have to explain that.

Sorry, Rafael.

I held my finger up and he automatically started licking and sucking it, getting it all wet. Which is when I slid it into his ass. Oh, he had quite an orgasm. Nothing, yet, but he just bounced on the bed. Our parents had to have heard us, but our lives weren't so great, so I suspect they just let us have our fun. In hindsight, I realized that when they hear us playing, we usually heard them play, too. I think we turned them on.

Now that I am 11, I know I turn them on.

Now Rafael, being the brother he is, immediately got between my legs. We'd never done that before either. He had a lot of questions, which I loved, and he was a quick study. I damn near bounced off the bed. It's become our ritual before bed. I blow him, he licks me, then we fuck.

If he has two in him. That's not that common anymore. We're getting a lot. A. Lot.

We didn't fuck until I was 7. On my birthday. Let me tell you about that one, too.

By this point, our parents had to know what was going on. They were so apologetic that they both had to work on the night of my birthday. Now that I look back, it was clearly bullshit. They were giving Rafael and me some space. As soon as they were out the door, I pushed Rafael back onto the couch. At the moment, it was a couch, not a bed. Fold out, you know. I made him sit there while I did the best strip tease that a flat chested 7-year-old could do. It must have been successful because Rafael got hard. Then again, he was 8. He was always hard. I went over to the couch and held out my hand and pulled him to stand up. Then I sat in his spot and waited. He finally caught on and started laughing, which meant I started laughing. Finally we calmed down, a little, and damned if he didn't do the sexiest strip.

"That was amazing," I said. "Sexy as hell." He smiled, a little shyly, which was out of character.

"I practiced it. I couldn't afford to get you anything, so I thought I could entertain you." At that point I was just overwhelmed. I rolled onto my knees and took him in my mouth. I got him close, but even at 7, I understood the concept of his first cum. Hey, 7 was early in our culture.

"Have you cum today?" I asked. He shook his head no, smiling. Well good. I put everything I had into that blowjob, and do you know what happened?

He had an incredible orgasm, and he came. No, seriously. Not a lot, but some cum. It tasted amazing. I was pleased I thought quick because I didn't tell him.

I kissed him and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He eagerly took it and then we both danced around, holding hands.

Which got him hard again. I don't know what came over me, but I pushed him onto his back on what passed for carpet and just dropped onto his cock.

And let out a yelp.

"Shit, that stung," I said. And then it didn't. It was glorious. We just couldn't get enough, and his recovery skills were incredible. It was our sixth time when things changed a bit.

Mom and Dad got home. Unexpectedly. We suspected they knew, but now there wasn't any doubt. They smiled at us, walked through the living room, and went to their bedroom.

And went at it. For hours. And hours.

So we kept going. Until Rafael couldn't go anymore. Then we slept.

And started over in the morning. Mom and Dad just started ignoring it. Oh, they watched, but with side glances. Finally we called them on it.

"Mom," I said, while bouncing on Rafael. "You know you want to watch. We don't mind. We'd like to watch you, too. We could learn something."

Oh God, we did. We learned about anal sex. We learned all about foreplay.

They're really good at foreplay. We were careful and never did anything together. For a while, we had a rule that those watching were clothed.

But that was silly. Finally we decided that they could be in the bed, and we could be on the floor.

We all learned a lot.

Then I turned 9. No need for the floor.

Say what you want about Dionysus, but we followed the same rules and I'm the President of Mexico at 11.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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