26 December 2022

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My post got pushed behind others, so this is a bit late. You may have even read of this before. I'll tell it "real-time". Last night in Lebanon was wonderful in a lot of ways, but I woke up to learn there was a misunderstanding. This is Nan. I had asked the real estate team to look into Portugal and part of Spain. Just as a lark. I like Portugal.

They thought the request was to buy them. So they not only bought Portugal, but they also bought part of Spain. The part they suggested. I'd even sent a text clarifying that I did not want them to buy it all yet.

Oh. Which I apparently neglected to send.

I appear to own Portugal. And part of Spain.

Oops. Some people accidentally buy the wrong flavor of coffee. I bought, um, Portugal.

I guess I should drop in on Portugal. We left Rola with Zao and Pari came with me. We flew up and settled into an orbit so we could at least discuss it.

After we got each other off. Vigorously. Isn't vigorously the perfect word?

Which we did not entirely think through. We're about to land in Lisboa and we smell like sex. It's not an unpleasant smell but is a noticeable smell.

"Just setting the tone," said Pari, with a laugh. Given the President and the Prime Minister are old white dudes, it was an interesting tone to set. You might recall that I am 7. Come on. If I could add a smiley face I would. Why can't we add smiley faces? We should be able to add smiley faces. I will look into it.

OK, Google helped me out. 🙂

I may use more smiley faces.

🤡 🤠 😃 😈 😝 😬 😗

OK, maybe I won't use many smiley faces. Especially the clown. Clowns are scary AF.

We dropped down over the Assembly of the Republic. It seemed like a nice place to start. There really isn't much of a place to land, so we hovered over the garden and dropped the stairs. My perception is they all know of the transactions, because there is a park next door and there is a lot of open air fucking going on.

Well sure. Might have wanted to wait until we at least confirmed the rumors.

Then again, open air fucking. That's a good thing.

We walked into the building, and it felt like a party was going on. The guards all jumped up, which could have been bad, but given their smiles, we took it positively. Then again, every cock in sight was hard and no, I don't literally mean in sight. Pants are tenting out. So are a few dresses.

I think I am going to like Portugal. We got directions to the President's office, which is right here in the building. No fancy big building for the President of Portugal. They appear less formal. I like that. We made it to his office and his receptionist smiled and waved us right in.

I'm feeling that word might have gotten out.

They appear surprised that we speak Portuguese. Have they read nothing about our country? I won't bore you with all the meetings. They seem like reasonable guys and my research says they're doing a pretty good job running the country.

OK, a quick Google search on the flight, but you get the idea.

I think they were surprised we left them in charge. No inner circle for them. Just decent administrators. We did have to explain our rules of consent which might have gotten them a little overexcited. OK, Pari might have, but the timing didn't seem right.

I'm going to leave this as a tiny little story. I needed to clear it up because mention is made of the Portugal acquisition. We'll be back. After all, Pari and I are going house hunting.

Sex will be involved.

Something about the island

I don't really know what the draw is, but I like the island. The island off LA. It continues to grow with more and more students choosing it as their school. Even though it started with the kids suddenly without adults, because they were in jail, it is open to any student in any school in our system. Some just come to a few days of classes and enjoy the beach, but a lot of them opt to stay. The weather is amazing, the beaches are even better, and even the surfing is outstanding.

Plus there are over 30,000 residents now, all of whom love to fuck.

All of them.

Maybe that's the draw for me too, although I can pretty much fuck my way through a lot of cities. Weird, huh.

I guess I never mentioned this is Rylee.

You're probably wondering if Chip is along, and it is a reasonable question, but he isn't. We've settled into a nice friend relationship, which involves a lot of sex, but aren't feeling that we're a couple. We're not exactly ruling it out either, so there is that. Now, Chip not being here doesn't mean I didn't bring friends.

Diane, Cepos, Arcene, and Patric. You might remember I met the last two at the Louvre.

I like the Louvre.

Anyway, back to the island. I'm catching up with Lainey and Ramiro, too.

I decided it was time to have a house here, and it was just finished, so I guess this is the christening. Oh, did I mention Lainey and Ramiro are about to turn 9?

They're pretty excited about it. In fact, let's take a tangent on that one. If you recall, Lainey and Ramiro's families owned large companies that were competitors. The two of them merged the companies. They fought over who should be the CEO, but not in the way you imagined. OK, maybe in the way you imagined it would work in Dionysus. They both insisted the other be CEO. Finally the compromised on Lainey being the CEO.

Possibly the last time that Ramiro will get his way. His argument was that her company was larger. While technically true, both companies had revenues of about $25 billion. Lainey's was bigger last year by $118.

Bigger therefore, she is the CEO.

And you read that right. $118.

Now, the real reason I am back is for Lainey and Ramiro's wedding, which is on their 9th birthday.

On an island with over 12,000 students.

OMG.

Now, I am helping in an unusual way. They came up with the idea to set the Guinness record for the largest orgy. The current record is 500 people in Japan.

We break that at least weekly. Simply blow it away.

Blow it. I'm telling Bob.

We decided to up the 500 to our target of 20,000 for this record. Set your bar low so you can continue to exceed it. The simplest way to certify the record is to hire an adjudicator directly from the Guinness people. We've been working with them for over a month and have a wrist band system to accurately reflect the count. It requires a complete team, not just one person, and was a little pricey.

Like I care. I'm worth over $11 trillion. I think I can afford it.

Oh, that sounded bad. Sorry. How in the fuck is the word trillion even in the discussion?

Our lives are weird.

We sent a plane to pick up the adjudication team and it is just landing. Jessica insisted on picking them up. Jessica likes to fuck with people, both in the figurative and literal sense. You had to know she is one of the 20,000, right? I admit I am surprised they never brought up our ages of consent. Oh, here they are. As they came down the stairs, it was clear that they're arguing with Jessica, and she's pissed.

I guess the topic did come up. She led them over to me. They are all just staring.

Well, I am naked. We're all naked. We're always naked on the island. Also, we're about to start a 20,000 person orgy. OK, not completely true.

I'm wearing a hat. It is the Peacehaven Panama from Lock and Company Hatters in London.

Only the hat.

I'll tell that story later. I bought two London hatmakers.

I still like hats.

Back to Jessica. To my surprise, the ages didn't bother them at all, since everyone involved is of legal age in the country in which the record will be broken. Some, like Jessica, have exceptions and they're even OK with that. I also think they're enchanted with Jessica, particularly now that she took off all her clothes. Oh hell, I'm enchanted with Jessica, particularly now that she took off all her clothes.

Jessica is freaking perfect in every imaginable way. She is gorgeous, simply physically perfect, and truly brilliant in ways most people can't comprehend. I've lost track of her PhDs, but she is also an accomplished athlete and musician. Jessica's violin skills rival Karolina and the two of them playing together is stunning. Dueling violins is a thing. They just performed with the LA Philharmonic, and it was amazing. She is also the most powerful person on the planet and has powers beyond any of us. We all suspect, including Jessica, that she has undiscovered powers, too. Did I mention that she is the star on her football team? Leads the league in both scoring and assists. In other words, when they score, Jessica is involved.

There is only one person on the planet, or off, that is close, and it would be hard to pick who was the most powerful. That's Bill, of course. There is no fucking way they're human. Bill is the Chief Medical Officer at Harvard. He recently finished his law degree, as he put it, because it was fun. Bill plays the piano and Lacrosse. He's world class in both.

Sometimes he plays with Karolina and Jessica. I meant music, but sometimes he plays with Karolina and Jessica. You understand my meaning. Hell, I learn things every time.

The fact they are not human is one of the odder things for us to say and we say and do a lot of odd things.

I bring you back to the 20,000 person orgy.

"I am fucking pissed that we are still having this conversation," said Jessica, with some heat, to the person that appears to be the leader of the team. "Innies and outies. That's all that should matter. A cock in a pussy. Penis in vagina. Why the fuck do you care if the cock is on a woman, or the pussy is a part of a man?"

"Our policy is to define men and women via traditional definitions," said the man.

"Fuck that!" screamed Jessica. "That's idiotic. Have none of you been paying attention to the world? Jesus fucking Christ."

OK, a little hilarious out of the tiny 5-year-old.

"You are going to change the rule," said Jessica. Now that's an interesting tone. Kind of a combination of stern Jessica and Dom Jessica. Yes Dom with a capital D.

"A little bit of Princess Jessica, too," thought Jessica.

That's what I was missing.

"Who the fuck owns these people?" asked Jessica. I just shrugged. Jessica pulled out her phone.

Out of her shorts. Which were neatly folded. No it wasn't, um, somewhere more personal.

She unfolded it and I looked over her shoulder.

Wikipedia.

"OK, Jim Pattison, who is in his nineties," said Jessica. She sent a text to the acquisition group.

"Shit," said Jessica. She showed me the text.

We've tried. No go.

"Can you get me an appointment?" texted Jessica. "Quickly?"

We waited for a few minutes.

"Meeting in 45 minutes," came the text. "His office. Vancouver." It listed the address.

"I'll be back," said Jessica. "We can still do it under their rules, but it will cost us some people and it fucking pisses me off."

She head towards her plane.

"Um, Jessica," I said. She turned back. At least a hundred people moaned.

One of them was me.

I just pointed at my tits. Naked too, you know.

She laughed and ran over and grabbed her clothes and ran back to her plane.

I'm hot

I am. I'm hot and not in the way you're imagining. This is just stupid. I have to calm down though.

I don't understand discrimination. I just don't. I was born into Dionysus. There is literally nothing in our world beyond simple equality. We have no concept of discrimination. If we had our own language there wouldn't even be a word for discrimination. I don't care what color you are. I don't care what gender you are. I do not care how you identify yourself.

We have a chant.

Tits and a cock

Yay.

I have friends that a black, white, Asian, Hispanic, and more. Lots of mixes. Hell, pick a combination and we've likely fucked and I'm 5. We are just freaking over it. Yes, I am pissed and yes, I will overpay by a truly stupid amount to buy this company so I can change their antiquated policies. I landed at their offices and sent the plane away to Target. Security was waiting for me with a golf cart and zipped me right up to the front door. A young woman was waiting at the desk and already had a name badge for me. She personally escorted me to the big man's office.

Which was surprisingly modest. Not the office of the ego I expected. He came around his desk and extended his hand.

"It is such an honor to meet you, your highness," he said. "I have followed everything that has been written in public about you and you are clearly a remarkable woman. Beyond the honor of meeting you, what can I do for you?"

He waved his arm towards a seating area with a love seat and chair. I sat on the love seat, and he took the chair. He leaned forward and was so damned attentive.

This is not what I expected.

"I'm interested in acquiring your company," I said.

"Why?" he asked. "We're a collection of oddly disparate entities. I find it hard to believe we even caught your eye. There's a reason. Why?"

"OK," I said. "Here's the story. We hired a large adjudication team to certify a new record and we're in an argument with your team. They're wrong and they're stubborn."

"Go on," he said, leaning into the story.

"We're going to break the largest orgy record," I said. I just looked at him.

"Well, the current record is 500," he said. "Pretty big. What is your target?"

Surprising interest in our orgy.

"20,000," I said. "And we have it all set up, with trackers you've approved, but your team is making us pull out almost 1,800 participants and they're wrong."

"Go on," he said. "I need to understand more."

"They won't certify anyone with gender dysphoria. No transgender participants," I said.

"Well, that's just stupid," he said. Fuck. So much for his being reasonable.

"Who cares if you have an innie or an outie," he said. "That's not in the rules anywhere. I know, I wrote them!"

Ah.

"OK then," I said. "I need to get back because I'm one of the 20,000. Can you please let your team know? The orgy starts in an hour."

"Where is the orgy?" he asked.

"Our island off Los Angelas," I said.

"Then you'll miss it if it starts in an hour," he said. I admit it. I'm not proud of it. I snorted.

"I'll be there in ten minutes," I said. "I flew here in my S-88 space plane."

"I'll fix it," he said. He stood and extended his hand. We shook and I headed towards the door.

I don't know what made me do it.

"20,001 is an even better number," I said. "I'll take you into space on the flight back."

20,001 it was.

Damn fun, too.

No, not with me. Darn it. He's a pretty cool dude. I did buy his company, though. Hell, we're going to break so many records I'll make money on the adjudicators.

Well, I owned the hat

OK, a short hat tangent. Feel free to imagine me only wearing a hat. I find it confusing that the Montana Peaks store is in Oregon. Let me back up. Montana Peaks is a hat company in which I am interested in investing. That probably identified me as Rylee. I own Jaxonbuilt, but I'm a bit of a glutton, so I'm adding more and more investments. Very much the HT strategy. Buy a lot of successful niche brands and put your combined muscle behind them. I should mention that my companies are subsidiaries of HT now. They run them.

I just buy'em.

So back to Montana Peaks. I'm about to go into their store, with Chip. We'll shop a bit, and the experience will guide us to a decision. We don't rank things or score things.

We feel things.

I'm wearing a hat, of course. In my case it is the Preacher from Jaxonbilt hats. I think I rock it.

I am not sure anyone else thinks I do.

"We do," said Chip. "You damn well know we do."

Thanks, Chip. Stroke a girl's ego.

"Not the only thing I am going to stroke," he said, with a smile. Which is why I mewed through a little orgasm just as we walked into the store. There is a young woman behind the counter, and I suspect she knows what just happened.

Chip is wearing the Canadian Crown from this very company.

I have a suspicion the young woman knows who we are, but we'll let that lie for now.

"I love your hat," she said.

To Chip.

Which made us all laugh.

"Can I help you find a hat to replace your clearly inferior hat?" she asked, of me.

Well played, well played.

"Sure," I said. "I'm thinking the Reata."

She said it with me and rolled right into the jinx.

"Wonderful, but we can't pay up here," I said. "We don't want to get you in trouble."

"16," she said.

Well now. She walked around the counter and right up to me. I opened my arms.

I am not stupid.

She melted into my arms, and we started to kiss. Her hands strayed and gripped my ass. Just as I moved her hands to my breasts, we heard a subtle cough.

And looked over to a man that I'm betting is her dad.

Who is tenting out his pants pretty damn far.

You go, Dad.

"Take their offer, Dad," she said. "Then they can make our house a consulate and we can fuck up a storm."

"That escalated quickly," I said, to laughter from everyone.

"Ella's suggestion is intriguing but we value our independence," said Heath. Of course we know he is Heath.

"Really," said Ella. "Independence won out over fucking me. I'm so saddened."

Then she hit me with a smile.

Chip was quick to hold me up.

Ah. The smirk on Heath's face.

"That was just bullshit," I said. "I know how tight this community is and I damn near guarantee you've talked to the folks at Jaxonbilt and know that we're completely hands off."

"Yeah, but you can't pass on an opportunity to fuck with your teenage daughter," said Heath.

"Oh, nicely played," I said. "You could take it either way."

"Or both," said Heath.

Not again. Heath's smile, too.

It surprised Chip, too, and he didn't catch me in time. At least he helped me back up.

"I declare this store a consulate!" I said, firmly.

"I don't think you can do that," said Ella. "The transaction has to go through."

Heath's phone buzzed and he looked at the screen.

"Venmo? Really?" said Heath. "This is your offer? And it really is hands off?"

I nodded. It is kind of our thing.

Heath tapped his phone.

And my phone buzzed.

"Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to look at my phone?" I asked.

"When does it become a consulate?" asked Heath.

"If you accepted, it already is," I said.

Heath walked over to Ella, put his arms around her, and pulled her in for one of the most passionate kisses I have ever seen.

"At least he held her up," I said to Chip.

"Point taken," said Chip, laughing. It took them awhile to finish and just as they did, a customer came in, catching the tail end of the kiss.

His smile seems positive.

He walked over and stood in front of Heath.

Who pulled him in for just as passionate a kiss. As in they're both a bit sticky now.

"Well, the first one is out of the way," said the young man. "I'm Wyatt, Ella's 13-year-old brother."

Oh joy.

"Too bad we can't all go back into the bedroom," said Wyatt.

Which is how Chip and I ended up running the store for the next four hours.

Four. Hours.

My name is Ella

Fuck yeah, I knew who they were. Everyone in our industry knows Rylee. She's a Goddess to us.

She's also a Goddess. Have you seen that woman? She didn't mention hours 5 and 6. Hey, the stored closed, so we invited them to join us.

It got a little crazy.

Things have changed, too. Before we joined the family, which sounds vaguely mafia-ish, Wyatt and I helped out doing odd jobs, including working the store some. Dad likes production, but not really retail. Wyatt likes retail and is a super effective salesperson.

They both work for me. Yeah, that's weird, but not that weird. Dad pointed out that I was a better leader than he was, and we've expanded pretty heavily in the short time we have been part of HT. Wyatt and I are a lot closer now, too.

A lot closer. Get it?

We're off now with Rylee. She is taking us to meet with Hunter and Tomas in Arteixo. The home of Inditex. She promised we'd meet Ruby, Hallie, and Leslie, too.

I might be dripping a bit.

And we're going to Spain. Wait, Ruby just cleared up that we are not going to Spain. Apparently when Nan accidentally bought Portugal, she bought this part of Spain too, so it is all the province of Portugal.

How exactly do you accidentally buy a country?

"Ask Nan the story," said Rylee. "It is hilarious. Then you should both suggest something fun. Nan's skills are simply amazing. She has had a 7-year-old exception since she was 4. She's the first to ever have an exception. She's also brilliant, of course. Two Nobel prizes, you know."

I think I will like Nan.

We left Montana twenty minutes ago. We are landing in Arteixo. I would complain about not going into space, but Rylee already took us to the space station. With Dad. To the Gamma resort.

Our lives have changed for the better.

We landed and Rylee dropped the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs is Hunter, Tomas, and Ruby. I have never met any of the three.

They are naked.

Rylee laughed and stripped. Oh I'm getting naked and so is Wyatt, but not until we watch Rylee get naked. It is clear that the three already naked people enjoy watching Rylee get naked, too.

Then they turned all their attention watching Wyatt and me and appeared to enjoy it.

Then more people came up. Leslie and Hallie. Tavi and Amara.

Still all naked. We did the introductions. You know what? It just is more comfortable meeting new people when you're all naked. I would never have thought that. I would have assumed it would be embarrassing.

Ruby barked out a short laugh. Almost a snort.

"In our world, it is pretty rare we meet people with clothes on," said Ruby. "If you're in the country of Dionysus, you're pretty much always naked. We don't care about body type, or color, or your choice of genders. We love the human body. Hell, there aren't very many people I won't fuck."

That's when Tomas snorted.

Ruby just laughed and stared at him until he laughed.

"Ruby only has one real rule. If you're nice to her, she'll fuck you," said Tomas. "If you're not nice to her, then she will try to figure out why and help you in your life until you are happy and nice to her. Then she'll fuck you."

Ruby actually blushed.

"Honey," said Tomas. "You are one of the nicest people on the planet. I would say you are the single nicest person on the planet but no one that I am close with would do anything different from the story I just told."

"Including you," said Leslie.

Tomas laughed.

Then he just looked at all the others and laughed again.

"Kind of defines your culture," said Wyatt.

"Kind of defines our culture," said Hallie.

"That's what I said," said Wyatt.

"No you didn't," said Hallie. "you said it excluding you and your family. I said it including you and your family."

It took us both a bit to process that information.

"We're not in your world," I said, and everyone except Wyatt laughed.

"You literally live in Dionysus," said Leslie.

"We live in Montana!" said Wyatt.

"And you can fuck your dad freely at your house," said Hunter. "How?"

"Because Rylee made our house a consulate," I said.

"And what does that mean?" asked Ruby.

"Holy shit," I said. "It means we literally live in Dionysus."

"Uh huh," said Hallie.

"Wow," we both said. Then Ruby said jinx.

She had said wow, too.

"You're pretty predictable," said Ruby.

Then she gave me the single best kiss I have ever had in my life.

"Hey!" said Wyatt. My soulmate.

Then Ruby kissed him. He actually had to push her away. I get why. It took me close to five minutes to stop vibrating.

"OK," said Wyatt. "I stand corrected."

Then for some reason every one of them kissed us.

Amara's kisses are heavenly. Then again, it would be tough to rank them, so I'll go with a multiway tie.

"Hey!" said Wyatt, to everyone's laughter.

This reading mind things is kind of cool.

"Do you think we could go inside?" laughed Ruby.

So we did.

Ruby led us past the reception desk, but it took a bit. She stopped to chat with the team behind the counter and then gave them all hugs. She stopped and said hello to every person we passed in the hall. She asked them all about something in their lives that she clearly already knew. Someone's sick cat. Someone's mom who had fallen. How their wedding went. Was their vacation as exciting as they hoped.

Everyone.

"Do you know everyone?" said Wyatt. Tomas snorted and Ruby laughed.

"Shit," said Tomas, and then he laughed.

"Ruby has a superpower," said Tomas. "When she meets someone, she learns a little bit about them. She never forgets it. Ever. She'll ask you about it. She owns this facility, so she's met just about everyone."

While he was talking, Ruby had drifted away and was talking to a young man. Tomas noticed I was looking and turned and laughed. Just then Ruby gave the guy one hell of a kiss then turned and walked back.

"I take it you knew him?" said Wyatt. "That was a hell of a kiss."

"Nope," said Ruby. "We just met."

"You kiss everyone like that when you meet them?" I said. She smiled at me. OK, vibrating a bit.

"Only if they don't have time to fuck," said Ruby. "I'll catch up with him later."

Wyatt and I laughed. No one else did.

"Holy shit," I said. "You're serious."

"Yes," said Tomas. "She is. You have to separate our world from the outside world. This is part of Dionysus. We fuck. A lot. We have meetings/orgies. Sex is integral to our world. So sure, I have no doubt she asked if he had time to take a break with her. He either said no thank you or not yet. If he'd said sure, then she'd be in the wrestling room with him right now."

"Wrestling rooms are real?" said Wyatt.

"Oh yeah," said Ruby. "We're a little early. Let me show it to you."

I am now following Ruby's cute little ass. It's incredible. I will never be that fit.

"Sure you will," said Ruby, while still leading us. "I'll put together a program for you. It involves a lot of fucking, though."

I think I can live with that.

"I'm sure you can," said Ruby.

Yes, they've explained that they can read our minds, but still a little weird.

We turned the corner and went through big double doors.

Holy mother of God. There must be two hundred people in this room just going at it, including some pretty small kids. I would swear that is Princess Nylah just bouncing on a guy.

"It is," said Ruby. "He's not 18 yet. Over 70 percent of the employees at this facility are under 18 including the director."

"Well sure," I said.

"How old are you?" asked Ruby.

"16," I said. "But you know that."

"So why are you surprised that people here are young?" asked Tomas. "You run a company."

"It's not the same!" I said.

"Yes, it is," said Ruby.

Wow.

"We will come back here later," said Ruby. "We're about to be late. The photographers are waiting."

"Photographers?" said Wyatt.

Ruby just smiled and led the way out of the room.

Darn it.

She led us in a different direction. I realized someone was walking with us and looked over.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Nylah. You must be Ella and Wyatt."

OK, Wyatt just grunted. I think he is at a loss for words.

You see, Nylah is wandering the halls of the Inditex home office naked.

She appears to be dripping a little cum, too. Tomas seems to have noticed.

And reached down and wiped it off. I noticed his finger slid across her clit, too. Now he is licking it off his finger while Nylah just vibrates. There is a lot of energy in that orgasm. As soon as she could, Nylah laughed.

"I inherited Mom's trigger," said Nylah, with a laugh. "Watch. Just run your finger over the same spot."

I'm not sure if she was talking to Wyatt or me, but he still seems to be a little incoherent, so what the hell. I reached down and just as my finger touched her, she grabbed my hand and pulled.

And my finger slid deep inside.

She is now squeezing my finger while almost thrashing through an orgasm.

"Wow," said Wyatt, who finally got an actual word out.

"It's a fun life to live," said Nylah, who appears just a little woozy.

"Let's go get this done and go back and fuck," said Nylah.

"A plan I can support," said Ruby. This time Nylah took the lead.

Now we are following Nylah's cute little naked ass. And a fine ass it is.

We rounded another corner and walked into a big room. There was a guy holding a camera and it is clearly a studio. He laughed and set down the camera. Nylah ran over and he just swept her up in his arms.

That is one hell of a kiss. Suddenly he almost dropped her, and she started laughing.

Now she appears to be taking off his pants. She's unbuckling his belt.

Holy shit. She is giving him a blowjob. A damn fine one. I'm trying that. I can tell he is cumming, but she's taking it all. He finally pulled out and she walked over to me and showed me that her mouth is full of cum.

"She's asking if you want her to kiss it to you," said Tomas.

Hell yes. I picked her up and tried several of the new things I learned. I almost dropped her too when I started cumming. She held on for dear life and we both just vibrated. Finally I set her down.

"Working for you is fun," I said. Wyatt is just nodding.

"You want a blowjob too?" asked Nylah, of Wyatt.

He just nodded.

Oh boy. Now Nylah and Tomas are sharing Wyatt's cock.

And I got it all in a kiss. From Tomas.

No, it appears I only got some of it. Wyatt got the rest. His own cum back from Tomas.

"OK," said the photographer. "My name is Gael. In case it wasn't obvious, I'm 16. The blowjob from Nylah probably made it clear I am not yet 18. We're going to be pretty casual in this shoot. I thought we'd start with just the hats and work our way up. I have a full wardrobe and will let you dress yourself as we move along. They're sorted by size, so just grab things that appeal to you in your size. Go pick your first hat."

Ruby is undressing. Why is Ruby undressing? Oh, I think you missed the step where we got dressed after the wrestling room.

"Why are you undressing?" I said.

"Because we're shooting just hats," said Ruby. "I thought we were starting with clothes, which is why we got dressed."

"He meant that literally?" I said.

"Oh yeah," said Nylah, in an incredibly deep voice. Then she laughed.

"What can I say?" she said. "I'm looking forward to seeing you all naked again. Now, you don't have to..."

Then she laughed again. Wyatt and I are both naked.

Come on. You know who is in this room. Naked is good. We walked over to the table of hats, and each picked a favorite. The photographer waved us over to the side of the room with a huge green screen. Ceiling, floor and walls.

"Let's start with Wyatt and Ella," said Gael. "Just relax. Stand facing each other but a little turned towards me. Just start chatting with each other and ignoring me."

Wyatt started to tell jokes. Wyatt is hilarious. OK, maybe I'm the only one that thinks Wyatt is hilarious.

"Soulmates!" yelled everyone in the room except me.

Including Wyatt who just screamed out jinx.

"We'll pay those off during the shoot," said Gael. "But Wyatt, give Ella a hug and a kiss."

I don't know why, but that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life.

Oh.

This time when they all shouted soulmates I got the jinx out first.

And Wyatt is nicely hard. Too bad we can't do anything now.

"Wyatt, why don't you lie down," said Gael. "Then Ella can ride you cowgirl. It's great for this shoot."

I know a great idea when I hear it.

Hmm.

Apparently the shoot includes me wearing a hat and a lot of cum.

I want a print of that.

We shot every combination of almost all of our hats with everyone I mentioned. Remember a lot of cum. It wasn't just Wyatt's. Heck, there were double-ended dildos involved. Finally we were going to do the shoot that involved actual clothes.

"OK everyone," said Gael. "Need to get you cleaned up first."

He led us into a giant shower room. Still wearing hats. We continued the shoot in the shower.

The men found a few more in them.

Finally, after we dried off and the hair team fixed us up, we finished the traditional shoot for the more boring markets. It appears Rylee has started a similar quest with Western fashion.

"Oh yeah," said Rylee. "We're going shopping together."

"My closet is pretty full," I laughed.

"We're not buying clothing," said Rylee. "We're buying clothing companies. You and me, traveling together."

The whole room moaning seemed like a compliment.

I'm glad Rylee likes hats. It literally changed our world.

"Because it was supposed to," thought Rylee.

Still a little weird.

I finally got my answer

Rylee again. About why the store is in Oregon. It turns out they needed a city large enough to support a retail store, and even though it is two states over, it is convenient. It is even more convenient now that they all have flying cars. OK, trucks. They like pickup trucks in that part of the world. Their production is actually done on their ranch in Western Montana. They invited me to come visit and I wasn't passing on that opportunity. Chip had other plans, so I brought along a buddy.

Bob.

Bob and I have a special bond. He calls me his extra daughter. We have talked and talked about this before.

Usually when I am bouncing up and down on him. I learned a lot, early in my sexual experiences, from Bob and Amy. Yes, I mean all the amazing sexual acrobatics they taught me, but also a lot about relationships. Which I am not in.

Sorry, that creeps out occasionally.

"You know there are innumerable suitors, right? You're one of the most beautiful and powerful women on the planet. You're genuinely a nice person. You're funny and amazing to be around. You're the whole package," said Bob, sensing my mood.

"You knew me before you knew Pari," I said. Also a frequent topic.

Bob stopped the plane. In mid-air. Just floatin'. He turned to me. When Bob gives you his attention, he gives you all of his attention.

"OK, we both know that is a fair point," said Bob. "I love you with all my heart and always will. That love is more than the love I have for other people I love. That didn't make any sense, but you know what I mean."

"I do," I said, quietly. "But why didn't anything happen? It did with Pari." Yes, I've asked this question before. I am stuck on it.

"I don't know, but you're leaving something important out of that question," said Bob. "I am as close to you as I am with anyone. Literally anyone. I remember the day we met so vividly it runs like a movie. Not just the fact that you were beautiful and innocent. Your depth. The person you are. Even the spark."

"The spark?" I said.

"Yes," said Bob. "Very much so. But here's the challenge, and I think the root of all this. This was long before Dionysus. I met you pretty soon after the kids arrived. The idea of intimacy with kids was still new to me. By the time I started having feelings for Pari, it was our normal."

"But you never expressed that love to me!" I said. Bob looks a little exasperated now. Why is Bob exasperated.

"How often do I tell you that I love you?" said Bob, very sincerely.

"Every single time we're together," I said. "You love everyone."

"I do, and you know that, but pick a random time we were together with others, just remember it. How many times did I say those words to other people in the group?" asked Bob. "Last Sunday. It was a big group."

I thought back and kind of walked through the day. Our memories, you know.

"You said it to every single one of your kids and their partners. You said it to Amy. You said it to Pari," I said.

"You're leaving one out," said Bob.

"You said it to me," I said, softly.

"How many times have we talked about your not finding anyone yet?" asked Bob.

"Lots," I said, laughing.

"What is the last thing I have said in every single one of those conversation?" asked Bob. I had to think about it.

"You know I will always love you," I said. His exact words.

He waited me out.

"How would it work? Are we a quad? What are Pari's real feelings about me? Amy's?" I asked.

"I don't know if we're a quad. How could I? You have never been open to the idea," said Bob.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said. "The idea has never come up!"

"What was the last thing that Pari said to you before you left Sunday evening?" asked Bob.

I thought about it again.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay a few days?" I said.

"Fuck," I added. I thought about it.

"Every single time I am at your house, one of the three of you makes that suggestion," I said. "Every time."

"Yeah, we do," said Bob. "Maybe we've been too subtle, but it seemed like you needed to get your head around the idea. You know how this works. We could be anywhere from really good friends to all four married and anywhere in between. Mia is a loose fourth with Orlando, Grace, and Valeria. Even Valeria will tell you that her bond with both Grace and Orlando is strong but will never be as strong as Grace and Orlando and that is fine with them. They're all married! I don't know the answer. Maybe we'll never know the answer. But the next step is simple and wonderful. Just spend more time with us."

"Well fuck, if I have to do that, it will never work!" I said, with some force.

The plane took our laughter as a positive sign and started flying on towards Montana.

Our planes are pretty intuitive. I wrote the freaking software, and our planes are more intuitive than I am.

"Because they're always open to learning new things," said Bob, softly.

Did that make me mad or happy?

I just know it deserved giving Bob a kiss.

The plane stopped in the air again. Come on, we had to celebrate this epiphany, didn't we? I had wondered why Bob picked me up in an E-101 airliner.

That has a surprisingly large, surprisingly nice bedroom.

You probably don't want details.

Right.

Bob took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. We stood at the foot of the bed. Somehow this felt different. I can't explain it. I'm nervous. Bob's seen me naked forever. We fuck all the time.

Somehow this feels different. Bob turned to me and put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up, just a little. He gave me a gentle kiss and started unbuttoning my shirt. I did the same to him. It wasn't long before we were naked from the waist up, still standing at the foot of the bed. Still kissing. I rocked through one of the most amazing orgasms of my life.

>From a kiss.

>From Bob.

He finally finished undressing me and I did the same for him. We're still standing at the foot of the bed. He reached forward and picked me up and gently laid me on the bed. I am not a small girl.

Bob is freakishly strong.

He even arranged my hair on the pillow.

"Fuck my tits," I said. He raised his eyebrows. Bob is incredibly expressive without saying a word.

"I know you like it," I said. "And I like that you like it." He nodded and slid up my body and slid his cock in my mouth, just briefly.

We needed lube, right?

He dropped his cock into the crevice of my breasts, and I wrapped them around his cock. He started stroking and the tip of his cock went into my mouth on every upstroke. Lube was no longer a problem, because precum was just pouring out of his cock. Then he slid down my body and stroked his cock against my clit and across my pussy. Just across, but I exploded.

Just exploded.

Now he is even more lubricated.

He slid back up and slid between my breasts again. Back in and out of my mouth. He finally erupted but made sure he covered me. Face to pussy.

Lots of cum.

Not anymore. It's all in my stomach. One kiss at a time. By the time he was done, he was hard again. I pushed him on his back. His hard cock was laying against his stomach. I pulled my pussy lips apart and gently settled down on his cock. Not in me. With it nestled in my lips. I slowly started sliding forward and back, just rubbing him. He damn near attacked my nipples, but gently gave my clit just as much attention. We were bonded as one. I kept cumming and finally had really drenched him. That's when I lifted up and sat back down on his cock, with it deep inside me.

I rode the bull. Hard. He finally came in me.

Hard.

Then he cleaned me out. I might have passed out a bit. Pretty sure I did. Bob is the most attentive lover in the world. The most amazing thing is that when Amy and Pari hear this story, it will make them happy.

I'm confused, but open-minded. Come on. Amy. Pari. Bob.

Oh yeah.

And we're just on time

Now I know why I insisted we leave early. We don't always know why. Bob here. It really feels like Rylee understands better now. I admit I am interested. Yes, I really do love Rylee and always have.

The sex was transcendent today, too.

Kind of like it is with Amy and Pari.

We'll see. Gosh, I might be forced into marriage with Amy, Pari, and Rylee.

And you thought my life was incredible before now.

We landed at the ranch. Even though they're quiet, it is noticeable when an airliner lands in your yard. We came down the stairs to Ella running out of the front door of their house wearing bikini bottoms.

And only bikini bottoms. Then again, Wyatt, who is following her, doesn't even have that on.

At least Heath is dressed. If boxers count as dressed.

They're an attractive family. Yeah, yeah, doing them all. After all, I've only used two so far. Rylee had insisted I needed to recover.

I had never realized the resemblance between Rylee and Ella. I guess topless did it, given they're both topless. Very similar body shapes. Similar facial shapes. Rylee has dark, almost black hair. Ella is blonde. If you add in Leslie and her brown hair, it would be quite a trio.

"We're up for it," said Rylee, to me.

I might not survive.

"You might not," said Ella. "But Rylee, Leslie, and me?"

Just then another plane landed. An S-88. Take a guess who came down the stairs.

Hunter.

Well, he did, but so did Hallie.

Followed by Leslie.

And Amy and Pari.

This must be heaven.

Which is kind of how I view my life. It is idyllic here. They even have horses.

"You have horses!" said Rylee.

See!

"Sure," laughed Ella. "You're on a ranch. Of course we have horses. Do you ride?" Rylee laughed.

"Yes, a lot, but not horses," said Rylee.

We all took a minute to enjoy the mental image.

"Let's go," said Ella. She came over and took Rylee's hand and headed towards the corral.

Don't I sound all western and shit. We all followed. After all, two cute little asses.

Did I mention that we're all naked, including those that started with just panties and boxers?

We like naked.

We walked over to the fence and a horse walked over and nuzzled Ella. You could just see their bond.

"What are those barrels for?" asked Hallie, pointing at them.

"Barrel racing," said Wyatt. "Ella races. She's damn good at it. Won her class at the sectionals."

"Can we ride?" asked Rylee.

"Sure," said Ella. "Come on."

Ella climbed over the fence, which I admit was entertaining. It opened her up a bit.

Yum.

Rylee followed her, which was also joyous. OK. I moaned. Twice.

I was not alone.

Ella walked Rylee over to a horse. A big freaking horse. She bent over and interlinked her fingers. Also a fine view. From the side, but D cups.

Yum. Hey, you know we're all going at it soon. That's what we do.

Rylee stepped onto Ella's hands and Ella lifted Rylee up and Rylee swung a leg over the horse.

Rylee. Naked. On a horse. Bareback.

Oh my.

Wyatt climbed the fence quickly, which also got a moan, and ran over and helped Ella onto her horse.

Remember Rylee naked on the horse?

Those horses are trotting now. Ella and Rylee are naked.

Bounce bounce.

I had to close my eyes for a bit.

I opened them and Rylee is sitting on her horse off to the side, while Ella rides the barrels.

Holy shit that's fast. Ella and the horse are of one. Her hair is flying. It is just amazing.

"She really shouldn't do it bareback," said Wyatt. "She would be faster with proper tack."

Faster. Wow.

She finally slowed and rode over to Rylee. They talked for a bit and the Ella turned her horse. The horse walked the course and Rylee followed. Slowly Ella picked up speed. First a trot, and Rylee kept up.

Then a full bore gallop.

And Rylee kept up. Faster and faster until they were flying. Their hair in the wind. Their glorious breasts bouncing.

Mesmerizing.

Finally Ella started to slow, and they did the course one more time, first at a trot and then walking.

"Cool down," said Wyatt.

We all need to cool down.

They finally slid off their horses and walked over.

"That was fun!" said Rylee.

"You absolutely should not have been able to do that," said Ella. "Did you use your powers?"

Say what?

That's when Ella did the course one more time.

Flying.

Ah.

She landed and Rylee laughed. Oh God. Rylee laughing while naked.

Yes, I've known her for years. Yes, I enjoy Rylee laughing every time. Her laugh and her jiggle.

Amy, Pari, and Rylee.

I am blessed.

"Us too," thought Pari, to me. Then she squeezed my hand.

There is more to this story. I can tell. I mean horses, if that confused you. I'll let it unfold.

No I'm not intimidated

Wyatt and I are just having dinner with the entire royal family of Dionysus and all their partners. Just an everyday occurrence for us now. My name is Ella.

Oh who am I kidding. I'm from the middle of freaking nowhere and had never met anyone interesting until the day I met Rylee. Chip too, of course, but Rylee could be my sister from another mother.

And then I met Leslie. Oh you read all about that.

Freaking amazing.

But tonight we're having dinner in a private room at an upscale restaurant in Athens that Carlina owns. Wyatt and I are having wine for the first time ever. I mentioned that to Rylee, and she laughed and waved the waiter over.

"First timer," said Rylee. He just nodded and came back shortly with a glass of pink wine that Leslie said is a Rose. Wyatt got a glass, too. Even Dad got a small glass.

"OK," said Rylee. "Only take a few sips of these glasses and tell us what you think."

"Tastes really good," said Wyatt. I just nodded.

"A rose is not my first choice," said Dad. You know. Heath. Yes, he's with us too and that's a good thing. "But it is easily the best wine I have ever had."

"OK," said Rylee, again. "Let's use that as a baseline. You have access to a wide array of wines now, at no cost. So remember how that wine made you feel. Now try these two."

A red and a white. The red was powerful and amazing. The white was so incredible that it pushed me through a little orgasm.

Then again, it did Rylee and Leslie, too.

"Like a taste of heaven," said Dad.

"Yes," said Wyatt and I together. He got it out first. I still won.

Right there at the dinner table. Jessica and Colby gave us suggestions. Good suggestions.

"The rose was your baseline," said Rylee. "It costs about $5,000 a bottle."

"What!" said Dad. Rylee and Leslie laughed. Most of the table laughed.

"The red is a little over $100,000 a bottle," said Rylee.

"The white is closer to $200,000," added Leslie.

"Well, we'll never have those again," said Dad, clearly a little sad.

"You were not listening," said Rylee, in a slightly stern voice. Oh God. Can she be more desirable?

"They said it was all free," said Wyatt.

"Why?" asked Dad.

"Because we can. Because we like you," said Nylah. "You came into our world and now you're going to enjoy your world. You're here to learn how to fly your pickup trucks and we'll start you on space plane flying lessons, too."

"Why?" asked Dad. I guess when it is working for you.

"Because you can't fly your space plane if you don't take the lessons," said Chris. This family is gorgeous.

Sorry, that just slipped out.

I did laugh that she said it in the exact cadence of "you can't have your pudding if you don't eat your meat". Classic Pink Floyd.

"You're telling me we're going to share a space plane," said Dad.

"No, of course not," said Bill. "Why would you do that? You'll each have a space plane. We give them out like candy."

OMG. Bill made a joke. I've barely met him, but he's a pretty serious dude.

Now he is laughing.

"I'm self-aware of my humor limitations," said Bill. "I'm working on it."

Feels like it has been a success.

"But I did mean it," said Bill. "You'll each get a plane."

Dinner was amazing. These people are so damn much fun. Some of the dinner was just fun and we laughed a lot. Some we talked about areas where they're trying to help in the world. I added it up and in the short time they talked about upcoming projects, they agreed to spend almost $500 billion to help out people around the world. There wasn't a single word about what was in it for them. Then they drew me in.

"So Ella and Wyatt," said Pari. "Is there a topic about which you're passionate?"

Wyatt just smiled and deferred to me. He's a great brother. And lover.

Yes you can be both. Isn't that amazing?

"We both believe that the purchase of ranch land by large offshore corporations is leading to the downfall of the western economy. The small rancher is getting pushed out. Poverty, homelessness, and drug dependencies are all up," I said.

"What would you do?" asked Amy.

"Me personally?" I said. "Not much I could do. If I had the money you were throwing around, there are three regional banks that finance most of the ranches that are being lost. They've made it impossible for the small rancher to survive, intentionally, and are complicit in the problem. I would buy those three banks, and then leverage them to roll up smaller banks that are also the problem. Then I'd clean house of all the people that are profiteering and focus on saving the ranches. I'd drop interest rates to near nothing, forgive past losses, and work to structure creative deals that are wins for the ranchers."

"Sorry," I said. "I get a little passionate."

"Let's say we started with Montana and Oregon. Where would you go next?" asked Colby.

"North and South Dakota," I said. "Idaho. Wyoming. Then I'd work my way down into the Midwest because replace ranchers with farmers and the same dynamic is playing out."

"How much do you need?" asked Morgan.

"For which part?" asked Wyatt.

"All of it. Ranchers, farmers, all the little guys," said Sophia.

"A lot," said Wyatt. Wyatt is our numbers guy. I'm the big picture and the operational side.

In our dreams.

"A number," said Sophia.

"Almost $3 trillion," said Wyatt. "But it would be self-sustaining. It would actually be a group of positive acquisitions and in the end the value would easily exceed the investment. I modelled over 20% CAGR growth in years one and two and 30% from year three on."

"And what do you do with the profits it throws off?" asked Elena.

"Expand. Just keep going," I said. "Once you've literally solved the crisis in the US, you expand to Canada, Australia, other heavily farmed countries. Then you use that as a basis to build world-wide."

"In our dreams," laughs Wyatt.

"So Heath," said Grace. "How are you going to replace Wyatt and Ella in your operation?"

"It will be tough," said Heath. "But worth it. I talked to Roy at Jaxonbilt. He's to the point where he'd like to retire. I'll figure out a way to buy him out and with our organizations merged, I'll be able to handle it better."

"No need to figure anything out," said Rylee. "I already own Jaxonbilt. I'll buy out Roy's part and just give it to you."

Dad had a bit of a coughing fit.

"Give it to me?" said Dad.

"Sure," said Rylee. "I am not done yet either. We're sorry about stealing Ella and Wyatt, but if you can, I'd like you to take on some more companies, too."

"Just put Mimi in charge," said Wyatt.

"Who's Mimi?" asked Rylee.

"Our little sister," said Wyatt. "She lives with our mom. It's complicated."

"How old is Mimi and why don't we know about her?" asked Rylee.

"Mimi is 9," I said. "I don't know why you don't know about her, but it never came up. She's just started getting into the business since you've been involved. I guess you just never crossed paths."

"Should you run them or Mimi?" asked Rylee, of Dad.

"You're asking me if my 9-year-old should run your hat empire," said Dad.

Most of the people at the table just slammed their hands over their ears. I quickly learned why. Luckily they're predictable and Wyatt and I yelled yes, too.

He beat me, dammit. Then again, I was his first kiss. I slid back from the table, and he sat on my legs facing me and just blew me away with his kiss. It lasted and lasted.

"Can I get in on that?" came a voice.

Mimi. I had noticed Colby step away. Now I know why.

Wyatt pulled her in for a kiss and it was clearly not their first. Well, our house is a consulate and she's 9. She got one from me, too.

Wyatt went around and duplicated the move on every lap, from Jessica to Bob. No literally, youngest to oldest with everyone in between.

And ended with me again.

Sorry, bro. First one down.

"Not sorry," said Wyatt.

"So Colby says you have something to talk about," said Mimi, once things settled down.

"We're going to build a global hat empire," said Rylee. "Wyatt and Ella are no longer available, so we'd like you to run it. Where do you live?"

"About that," said Mimi, while looking at Heath who laughed.

"Graciela and Mimi are moving back in," said Heath, to huge grins from all three kids. "She's been, um, visiting since the house became a consulate.

"Being a part of your world saved our family," said Mimi.

Yes, we went through the your world, our world dance again.

We caught Mimi up and the conversation continued with one modest change.

Mimi led the conversation. I love Mimi.

Who stopped mid-sentence and turned to me.

"Holy shit," we both said. She got it out first, laughing. She came and climbed into my lap.

Now, that was a kiss. The only kiss equal to Wyatt's.

You've figured it out, right?

We're a trio.

We all celebrated this revelation at Bob and Amy's. Including with Bob and Amy. sorry.

It was quite a night, and I had an epiphany, too. Beyond the trio thing.

This really is our world now.

I am at an impasse

I want a Pininfarina Batista. I really do. They're only going to build 150 of them and I am not on the list.

That displeases me. I may own a lot of different car brands, but it brought me no clout. You see, I don't own Pininfarina.

Dammit.

Their market cap is under $100 million. I'd love their designers, too. I bought every share I could on the Milan stock exchange, but it wasn't enough. Their primary owner, Mahindra, was stubborn and wouldn't sell.

Don't piss me off, dudes. I had our finance team look into Mahindra and something really weird was going on. Their stock spiked 38% in one day. Twice. It looked like manipulation to me. So I put in a buy order for 15% below that bump. In other words, down over 50%. If it dropped, I bought. If not, no harm, no foul.

I asked Sheila to look into it quietly. It turned out they were bad at it. Seriously bad at it. Hadn't covered their tracks at all. The stock rise was outright year-end manipulation to drive up the price to trigger massive bonuses. Bonuses that paid on the stock price at EOD on 31 December.

We announced our findings that morning. Oops. No bonuses. Lots of arrests.

And me owning 79% of their stock.

Now they're going to build 151. Don't piss me off. As it turned out, it was a good buy, which I knew, or I wouldn't have done it. They're major auto and tractor manufacturers, shipping over 700,000 of them, with over 140,000 employees. I need capacity and have ion tech.

Ergo, once the buy was announced, the stock bounced.

I ended up with a 43% profit in four days. Given the purchase price, which was a profit over $4 billion. I do love the financial pundits, though. Not one would give me any credit at all. They talked around the team involved. They talked about the reputation of Dionysus. They talked about everyone but me. I am pretty confident that they just wanted the 12-year-old girl to go away. Did I mention this is Belen? I'll bet you figured it out.

Well fuck'em. No, not literally. I'm not attracted to assholes. Older, white, even a little chubby are all cool.

Asshole, not so much.

Tonight I am going to be interviewed on Lou Dobbs show on ONAN. None of them are at Fox now that it is more legit. Now, he has some wacko reports, and some not so wacko, so we'll see how it goes. I was setting him up though. Bob was coming with me. They were heavily touting the interview with Bob. In none of their teasers was my name mentioned.

Not one.

Can you hear my maniacal laugh? Grace taught me. Grace has taught me a lot of things. None are appropriate for Lou Dobbs. Although that would be so damn much fun.

"Well, Lou, you see, Grace taught me this thing with a spatula. The orgasms are stratospheric. I squirt everywhere!" I'd say. "But it is much more fun during DP. I make a lot of my business decisions during orgasms. That's why I fuck in my office several times a day." Well, I do.

I might find a spot to throw that in. Don't challenge me. You see what happens when you do that. I have you arrested and buy your company. I play hardball.

Bob will appreciate the sex pun.

I just love Belen

I remember when we met in the museum. Her passion for the cars just burst from her pores. She freaking loves cars. I know many people around the world think we're nuts putting kids in charge of major businesses, but our kids don't get arrested for stock manipulation. Then again, the kids in charge are so damn wealthy they really don't need to do it. I have absolutely no idea why Belen bought Mahindra. I didn't ask. Until she called to ask me to be on the show, I didn't even know she had bought it. As ridiculous as it sounds, a few billion here and there isn't worth worrying about and she did it from her own money anyway.

And she made $4 billion in three days. Those worthless, good for nothing kids.

She wouldn't tell me anything anyway. That was the entire point. My role on tonight's interview was to say "I don't know. You'll have to ask Belen".

A lot. And smile. She told me I should smile. She also wants me dressed up. No mustard. OK, she actually said the words "no mustard" and some men might be offended, but I do have a mustard problem. I have an entire team of scientists developing a mustard that doesn't stain. Given how many shirts I have ruined, it feels like a good investment. I suppose I could just give up mustard.

Nah.

Perhaps I am modestly off track.

I'm dressed in a nice Armani suit. Now, I would normally wearing Timmy, but Belen was making a point. Ruby bought Armani. Therefore I am wearing the clothes of a business owned by 14-year-old Ruby. We were arriving in a limo using tech designed primarily by 7-year-old Nan and 10-year-old Tegan. Except they were younger then.

Belen is wearing a simple suit from Hermès that I know cost more than my suit. Yep, another Ruby brand. That was the tag line of them all now. Hermès, a Ruby brand.

Ruby already owned Inditex, the world's largest clothing company. Now she kept snapping up dying relics. As soon as the logo changed and she added A Ruby brand, the brand became fashionable again. Seriously. That's what it took. Armani has had double-digit growth. Monthly.

Somehow the schools, run by Pari, was coming up. We might name drop my daughter.

The former President. Don't forget the cabinet secretaries. Morgan the outlier in age at 20. All the rest were younger.

Just focus on the smile, Bob. One topic we hadn't discussed how to handle was sex. I was leaving it to Belen. Smiling. That was my role. Now, Belen isn't from the US and Belen isn't bashful. Toss in a little bit of insatiable to that mix, and the fact that our secrets are long gone, it would not surprise me if Belen was blunt. Graphically blunt.

Do you know my reaction? I don't freaking care anymore. You want to argue with me about parenting? I'll drop Jessica on your ass. You laugh, but she is a multidegree black belt in six different martial arts discipline and teaches with Pari. Their sparring is truly epic.

"I have a short clip of them cued up to play during our interview. If I find the right spot to make the point," said Belen. Of course she does.

"Did you bring the clip where Jessica just kicks my ass? Pick any clip of us sparring. She always does," I said. That made Belen laugh and sent a text. Then she looked at me and laughed again. Then we both kind of lost it laughing, which is why the paparazzi shot of us getting out of the limo was me offering my hand to Belen to help her out while we were both laughing uncontrollably. I cannot wait to see those captions tomorrow. I will absolutely come back to that. You cannot believe some of the captions. The Japanese love to call Pari my underage consort. We have a new game where if those words are said to us, we kiss. Passionately. Right then and there. The last time it happened was in a very nice restaurant in Tokyo. One of the patron's almost shouted it out. Pari immediately hopped up and sat on my lap, facing me, and proceeded to maul me with a kiss while clearly grinding on my cock. I know she vibrated through a small orgasm because her vibrating on top of my cock almost caused me to have a big orgasm. Then she hopped up and duplicated the effort around the entire table. Chris, Sophia, Noah, Leslie, Morgan, Orlando, Hallie, Grace, Hunter, Amy.

She ended on Amy. They both vibrated through a pretty massive orgasm. Quietly, but the seizures were pretty obvious.

Then she sat back in her seat and turned to the person that said it and hit him with her best smile. While her smiles are powerful, the guy actually fell out of his chair having an orgasm.

It appears several of us had the same idea. Sorry, not sorry, bro.

Yes, my tangent is complete. We walked into the building holding hands. Belen and me. Not currently my wife. Two might be my limit anyway, although Belen is special. Don't worry. I have those thoughts about a lot of people, but so far it is just Pari, Amy, and me. Not that we wouldn't invite Belen into our bed. We do. Repeatedly. An open invitation.

OK, Rylee. Not sure where we're going there.

Well, I probably do.

Back to holding hands with Belen. We were just handing them captionable photos. We have an online portal of the best. It is open to the public and the comments are incredible. They get voted on, too. Right now the number one photo is a picture of that night in the restaurant, of Pari on Amy's lap. They are both clearly in the throes of an orgasm and the shot is from the side. I had not been able to see it from my angle, but they each are clearly twisting the nipple of the other. You can't see exactly what happened, but if you infer from the amount of fabric from Amy's dress that is twisted around her nipple, it was a serious twist. Amy likes it when Pari does it. As she says, only a sexy girl knows exactly when to stop, and then goes a little farther.

Yes, folks, I extended the tangent, and this is the life I lead. We sure do love Pari.

They put us in the green room with the CEO of GM. She was following us and honestly didn't know why they had invited her, but it is always good to get exposure. When she said that, Belen laughed and told her the story of buying Mahindra. I still don't know what made her buy them, but the capacity boost is fantastic. I assume that was it.

Belen whispered something to Mary, and they both laughed. They were up to something. They finally called us in and when we got up, Mary got up and walked out with us, too. Belen waved Mary and me into the two available seats and stood. Waiting. Finally someone reacted and a chair rolled onto the set. Just rolled. Belen let it catch her and sat down, rolling right between us from the momentum. "So, Lou," said Belen. "We thought we'd go ahead and invite Mary out with us. That way you can interview us all together. We're a big happy family. No need to separate us. A fun coincidence that the CEO of one of the largest auto groups I own is your next guest. It made us laugh."

Lou just looked at Belen. Like a mini-Nancy Pelosi, she had played his game so well that it stunned him into silence. The way she phrased it just oozed charm with a deadly undertone. She smiled and waited. We all just waited. I counted. He made it to thirteen seconds before someone cut to an unexpected commercial.

"Is there a problem, Lou?" asked Belen, so syrupy sweet that it could put you in a sugar coma. By the time the commercial was over, he had recovered. I loved that his solution was to ignore Belen, which was likely the plan all along. We came back to air, and he jumped right in.

"King Bob, what was behind the decision to buy Mahindra?" said Lou. Yes, I make all right-wing networks say the word King. Every other network can just call me Bob. Yes, it is silly and petty and yes you love it as much as I do.

"Well, Lou, until you folks called, I didn't know it had been purchased. As you're aware, it was not the kingdom that bought it, it was Belen, in her capacity as the head of the Dionysus Auto Group. Fortunately, Belen is right here with us to tell the story," I said. Then I smiled and looked at Belen. We both waited a three count, but he didn't jump in, so Belen did.

"It's a bit of a story, Lou," said Belen. "It all started because I really wanted a Pininfarina Batista. Only 150 were going to be made and all those slots had already been sold. I tried to work with the management, and they were genuinely unpleasant. I looked and their market cap was under $100 million, so I pulled some coins out of my couch cushions and made a bid for Pininfarina. Unfortunately, I could only scoop up 47%. So I looked into the ownership and the remaining stock was in the hands of Mahindra. It only took a quick look at their public financials to recognize that something was amiss. So we arranged for the arrest of the principals and bought the company outright, which also gave me 100% of Pininfarina. Now they're going to make 151 of them."

I couldn't stop myself. I started laughing. Into a live mic. Belen turned to me and raised her eyebrows, which is uncommonly sexy. I even heard the moan of at least three crew members.

"Two of the 150 are mine. I would have given you one," I said. Yes, we laughed again. Which is also when I realized that the white blouse under Belen's jacket was sheer under these lights. She kept giving glorious nipple shots as she moved. I'd bet on two things and win them both. The first is that Lou is hard under that desk. I am, for sure, so I know he is, too. The other is that Belen absolutely knew this would happen. European, comfortable with her body, understands the power of her nipples.

"So let me summarize. You wanted one car. Not a car company. A car. You couldn't get one and buying the car company didn't work, so you bought a $13 billion company and had its leadership arrested, just so they would build one more," said Lou. "Oh, can't forget King Bob would have given you one of the 150 anyway." Belen laughed lightly and it was perfect, and she knew it was perfect. She leaned forward to answer, which caused her jacket to open. Lou had nowhere else to focus. Her nipples are right there. God, I love it.

"I suppose that's fair," said Belen. "But not the entire story. As the growth of our auto business continues at the blistering pace we've seen, we need production capacity far faster than we can build factories. You've seen what we have recently done to revitalize the industrial Midwest. Caralyn is on pace to hire 200,000 people in under six months. We have 72 plants back online that had been shuttered. Of the 72, over 60 have been leveled and rebuilt with state of the art technology. All of this from the idea from a 10-year-old girl. Caralyn would be a wonderful interview for you. She's an outstanding example of how young women and men flourish in our society. Over 40% of the leadership team in my companies is under the age of 12. Not 12 and under. Under 12. I am 12. My wonderful friend Mary here reports to me. You should ask her about that, too. I know you invited Bob on your show tonight and that's wonderful, but don't ask him about my businesses. He just won't know. They are my businesses."

"OK, I appreciate your passion and I'll take you up on your suggestion," said Lou. "Mary, how is Belen as an owner and a boss?"

"Well, thanks for the softball there Lou. Belen is the best boss I have every experienced from my first job at McDonald's to my role at GM. She's supportive, kind, invests heavily, and is sexy as hell," said Mary. Lou actually choked on his coffee and looked up.

"Did you just say sexy as hell?" asked Lou, in a shocked voice.

"Sure," said Mary. "You absolutely have to be hard under that desk Lou. After all, you have the best view of her nipples." With that, she reached over and pulled one side of the jacket fully open, giving an unfettered view of Belen's small right breast. Belen just smiled and waited out Lou.

"Um, I am not, I can't, you can't, how could you say that?" stammered Lou. That's all I could remember. There were a lot of words in his confused word jumble.

"Oh that's right," said Belen. "You live in a culture where your being hard because I have amazing nipples is somehow child abuse. Get real. Our kids are incredible successes and unless they are in our schools and living our lifestyle, yours are not. I love that Mary appreciates my nipples. Hell, I brought Bob along as a toy. After the show we're going back to the Vanderbilt mansion, which I bought today, and we're going to christen the master bedroom. It's kind of a ritual in our world when we buy a new house. You find someone you really like and fuck. A lot. All night long. Every position you can imagine. Oral. Anal. We'll do it all. We'll even use toys so I can fuck Bob, too."

Well, that might have been a little more explicit than I expected. I had to laugh looking at it later. The censor heard the word hard in her first sentence and hit the beep button. He held it down until she stopped talking.

"Given that your censor probably bleeped that entire paragraph, I'll summarize a little less graphically. You didn't invite me on the show. You dismissed me. I am a powerful sexual young woman, and I am just one of many such young women and men that Amy and Bob have honored with responsibility. People like you, Lou, have completely screwed up our world and you left the mess to people like me to fix. The problem is that your generation is in the way. OK boomer, it is time to get the hell out of the way and let us fix your mess. My company builds cars and trucks and tractors and motorcycles and more. Every single one of them is carbon negative and never requires fuel. We've kept costs contained and the average total compensation of workers in our Midwest plants is over a million dollars a year. We also subsidize their living expenses and give them a new car. Everyone in their family. Driving our cars is good. Don't just look at me. Wake up and see the world from our eyes. Morgan runs Hayden and was the Secretary of the Treasury. Ruby owns Costco, Target, Inditex and more and was your Secretary of Commerce. They're 20 and 14. Hunter is a licensed attorney in fourteen countries, co-owns and runs HT, and was your Attorney General. Do I need to mention Carlina, who won the Nobel peace prize, or Greta, who won it this year. Maybe Nan and Tegan, who have won the science prize two years in a row and won't relinquish it until they want to do so. How about the Secretary General of the UN, Bob's son, Luke, who is 9 and whose wife, Cassie, owns NYU while attending Medical School. No, not right. She's an attending now. Cassie is 13 and Luke and Cassie have a beautiful daughter. I could go on and on rattling off names you should know, but you and your viewers might not. Maybe Bob's daughter, Chris, who was the fucking President of the United States. You freaking failed and we are just done. We will do it better," said Belen, I think in one breath. She sat back. Smiling. She let her jacket fall open and the last shot before commercial, which ended the show, was a glorious shot of her very visible nipples. Belen's nipples flush when she gets excited.

Go, Belen.

The censor did miss that last use of fucking. I think he got lulled by Belen's passion.

The show was over and usually the host thanks the guests. Lou just sat there stunned. Finally he roused himself.

"You include Greta as family?" asked Lou. That's his question? Seriously?

"Of course," I said. "Greta is a force for good. She runs a forty billion charity working to improve, no save, our world. Now, we have the technology to just pick up and leave to a new planet, and many people will choose to do so, but right now we'd like to save this one, too. So yes, Greta is family."

The producer had come up by then.

"Is she good in bed too?" he said, almost hissing.

I don't think it helped that Belen, Mary, and I all said yes. Belen even whispered "jinx" but at least waited for later for payoff.

Sorry, Greta, we all got carried away. I texted her an apology and all I got back was "LOL. That's hilarious. I am good in bed".

Well, yeah.

Do you know the sad thing? The car was just OK.

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