30 October 2023

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How freaking embarrassing

I had a late night. I had an early meeting. I didn't count on falling asleep. But who cares? I was in one of our cars that stay perfectly temperature controlled.

Forever.

Let me back up.

My name is Tate. You may not remember me at all. I'm Anika's brother. That didn't help, now did it? My sister met Carlina and Luca at the casino in Tampa. Now she runs a lot of things, like the casinos, Publix, a few banks.

And Starbucks.

Which is where I come in. I run Starbucks reporting to my 9-year-old sister Anika.

My older sister.

You see, I am 4.

Maybe a bit of an outlier, but not that much. After all, Lewis runs Homme Mystere and he's 5. Cynthia ran all the schools in Korea. She's 5 now!

OK, still a little of an outlier.

Anyway. I had a meeting at a Starbucks in Coralville, Iowa. You see, I need a new Midwest Regional VP. I'm meeting Sarah. Sarah is Stephanie's daughter, but that probably doesn't mean anything. Just go read the section on opening schools in Coralville.

Let's just say the families have embraced our culture.

Sarah comes highly recommended by both Bjorn and Morgon. That's good enough for me. I considered the meeting a formality.

But I mistimed it. Somehow I made the calculations for the wrong time zone and arrived an entire hour early.

Oops.

That's what I get for making my own arrangements and not allowing my assistant to do it. I do laugh. Assistants don't really have to make plane reservations for all of us. We have our own planes.

I had landed at the school in what used to be Coralridge mall. The Starbucks parking lot is kind of small. I dropped a nice Mercedes E class and drove over.

That's when I realized my mistake. No worries. An hour to kill. I'm tired.

I climbed into the back seat and was sound asleep in minutes. The fact that it is below freezing outside didn't mean anything to me.

It's toasty warm in the car. It makes me laugh that I'm saving the environment just a bit by taking a nap in a heated car.

I wasn't asleep ten minutes before I heard the screeching followed by somebody taking what must have been a freaking big hammer to the window next to me.

"Shit!" someone screamed. I sat up and looked out the window at a fireman rubbing his nose.

I'll bet his sledgehammer bounced. It sure wasn't going to break the window of my car.

Force fields, you know.

Standing next to him, right in front of a surprisingly large firetruck was a woman.

I know a Karen when I see one. Big fluffy parka. Pink mittens. The classic mom cut with blonde highlights to cover the little bit of gray.

I rolled down the window, which confused them.

"May I ask what you're doing?" I said.

"Saving you!" she screeched and yes, screeched was appropriate.

"From what?" I asked. "I was just trying to take a nap in the backseat of my car in the parking lot of a coffee shop that I own. How is that a problem?"

That seemed to confuse them both. That's when I realized there was a young woman off to the side.

Laughing.

I'm guessing that is Sarah.

She just nodded, confirming my hypothesis.

"Ooh, big words," thought Sarah. "I like to reward big words."

Seems like a good plan to me.

"Let me get through this and we can chat and then fuck," I thought.

That got me quite a smile.

Luckily I looked away quickly. That would have been messy. Yes, I'm 4.

Still would have been messy.

I'm a big cummer. Well, I am.

That got me a small moan in my head.

It takes a little getting used to.

I rolled up the window and stepped out of the car into the brutal cold.

"Can we at least step inside the restaurant?" I said.

"I can handle this," said a woman as she strode up. Oh God. This is Karen squared. You can see she just oozes it.

"Where are your parents?" she said.

"Not exactly sure," I said. "But I suspect at home. In Seattle."

Yeah, our parents moved with me. I'm good with it. I'm, you know, 4.

"Seattle!" she shouted. "Then who is responsible for you?"

"Me, I suppose," I said.

"How did you get there?" she said. "You're not being very cooperative."

"Seriously?" I said. "That's your attitude with a child you think has been abandoned. You're kind of an officious prick."

Well, she is.

"You can't speak to me like that!" she shouted.

"Actually, I can," I said. "And in about 30 seconds you're going to be trespassed from every Starbucks in the world. So get your ass off my property and take these out-of-jurisdiction cops with you."

"Out of jurisdiction?" said the older cop. He whipped out his phone and looked at something and showed it to his partner.

It doesn't just tell them if they're in Dionysus. It tells them if there is anyone that matters at the location. I'm pretty sure it has my picture and the fact that I am the CEO and owner of Starbucks.

They nodded and headed towards their car. I absolutely love that they didn't tell either woman why.

I'm sure they're tired of Karens, too.

Both of whom are screaming profanity at the cops.

I'm sure that's a winning strategy for dealing with the police. The cops drove off and they turned their venom back on me. Together.

Just spitting out shit.

"Seriously?" I said. "You're both assholes. I'm a freaking kid and I am more of an adult then you'll ever be."

The Karen number 2 tried to grab me. She's surprisingly quick, but she just slid back about 6 feet.

And I didn't do it.

Ah. Sarah is laughing in my head. Weird. Really freaking weird.

Every time they tried to approach me, they slid back. I give them props for determination. They didn't even see or hear the S-88 that dropped down, unloaded its pilot, and flew away.

Now, you're probably expecting Leslie or maybe Della.

Not today.

I have no idea why, but the young woman with the very large ion gun is Pari.

OK, Sarah just moaned in my head again, but hey, Pari. I get it.

I didn't even say anything else. I just pointed behind them. They both turned. I do have to laugh. Pari is in super short yoga shorts and a very tight crop top. Normally this would be very cold.

Not for Pari. Personal air conditioners, right?

The fact that she is casually holding that ion gun is not lost on the two women.

"That's just a toy," said Karen 2. Don't know their names yet.

"Marjorie and Sharon," thought Pari.

Feels about right.

Pari pointed the gun at Karen 1. Marjorie.

Who no longer has mittens.

Nice, really nice.

"Now, if I can vaporize your mittens, I can vaporize you," said Pari. "Given you are literally standing in the country of Dionysus right now, I could do it with impunity."

The fact that neither woman knows what the word impunity means is disturbing.

"I can do it without getting in trouble," said Pari.

"How could you not get in trouble?" said Sharon. "Doesn't Dionysus have laws against killing people?"

"Actually no," said Pari. "No smoking. No PowerPoint. Our only two laws. We don't need a law against killing people because we wouldn't kill anyone that didn't deserve it."

"And who defines deserve it?" said Marjorie, oddly interested in this hypothetical.

"Well, I am confident I get to," she said.

"You? You're a child," said Sharon, with a sneer. Yes, you can talk with a sneer.

"Actually," said Pari. "I am an adult. I am also Queen Pari, so, yeah, maybe I will vaporize one of you just to make the point."

I am pretty sure Sharon just peed herself.

"Oops," said Pari. "Didn't mean to do that. I'm not going to vaporize anyone, and you absolutely know it."

"Yeah," said both Marjorie and Sharon.

Oh, we waited, but it was not meant to be.

"But he's not safe!" screeched Sharon, pointing at me.

I'd turned on my personal air conditioner, so I didn't care anymore. Toasty warm.

"How is he not safe?" asked Sarah. Come on into the convo, Sarah.

"The car is cold!" said Marjorie. Probably deserved screeched, too.

"The car is a perfect 73 degrees," said Pari. "And would be forever."

"Really?" said Marjorie and Sharon.

Still nothing.

"Let's do this," said Pari. "You two go have your meeting." She nodded her head at us.

"I'll buy you both coffees and answer your questions," said Pari. For some odd reason that seemed to make Marjorie and Sharon happy.

Then again. Pari. Yoga shorts and a crop top.

"I'll let you both take them off later," thought Pari.

Yes, Sarah and I moaned into each other's heads.

Tonight is gonna be fun.

They're going to be confused

Sarah and Tate went inside leaving me with Marjorie and Sharon. Pari.

"How are you not freezing?" asked Marjorie.

Yoga shorts and a crop top. Seriously short yoga shorts.

Might be Nylah's.

Did I mention the crop top is mesh? Big mesh.

"Because I have a force field that is comfortably heated," I said.

They still appear confused.

"Come stand right next to me," I said. I put the gun on my back. I doubt I will have to shoot either of them. I hope. They got close but not close enough.

"No," I said. "Right next to me. Hips touching. I won't bite."

Well, I will, but not in this context.

Later though.

I had to force myself to not laugh. Sarah meowed in my head.

Liking this girl.

Probably not with Marjorie and Sharon. Hmm. They are gorgeous, both of them, but that doesn't cancel out the Karenness.

The two women slid in careful being so sure that our hips were not actually touching.

"You can touch my hips," I said. "Heck, later I'm going to get naked with those two and we'll fuck until we just wear out."

Being Queen is fun. I can pretty literally say, and do, anything I want.

It is pretty empowering.

"It is so warm," said Marjorie. Completely ignoring my comment about fucking.

"It is!" said Sharon. "It moves when you walk?"

"Yes," I said. "It uses ion-power to run forever and actually converts a little carbon dioxide to oxygen as it runs."

"Converts pollution to oxygen," I said. That helped but not as much as I would have hoped.

"And the car does the same thing. Saves the planet by keeping the car warm," said Sharon.

"Yes," I said.

"But I have the same car!" said Marjorie. "Mine doesn't do that!"

I admit, the sigh slipped out.

"Yes it does," I said. "Any ion-powered car does. It is literally on a sticker on the steering wheel when you take delivery. Our recommendation is to keep the car a comfortable temperature at all times. Heat or cool, it puts out oxygen. You literally had to peel that sticker off!"

"Well," said Marjorie. "I didn't read it."

"It is in red and says important in big bold letters!" I said.

"Maybe," she admitted.

"So in the winter," I said. "You get into a cold car every morning. You scrape ice off your car."

"Of course," said Marjorie.

"If you had read the red sticker, you would be getting in a toasty warm car every morning and the ice would never have formed because it warms the entire exterior of the car. You are suffering almost every day because you did not read that damn sticker," I said.

"Oh," she said. "How do I turn it on?"

"Just tell the car to turn it on," I said.

"Sure," she laughed. "I'm going to talk to my car."

"Oh, good grief," I said. "They would have shown you this at the dealer. Yes, you can talk to your car. If you've properly registered your voice you can tell it to turn on the car, too. Or unlock it. You don't even need the key. RTFM!"

"Huh?" they both said.

Still nothing.

"Read the fucking manual," I said, with some heat.

"Language!" they both shouted.

"Really?" I said. "To me? You know I am the Queen of Dionysus, right? I told you that earlier."

Neither one of them seems to have caught that.

"Neither of you listens very well. I'll bet it drives your kids insane. They tell you something that is important to them, and you don't even hear it. I'll bet they've missed things in their lives because you couldn't be bothered to listen," I said.

"Never!" they both said.

Still nothing.

"You're either lying or so damn oblivious to anything that isn't all about you that you don't know it even happened. I'll bet they've even complained to you, and you didn't listen to that either," I said. "I'll tell you what. Let's meet your family. I'm going to ask each kid if that ever happens. For each kid that says yes you do, you owe $10 to your favorite charity. If your own children all say it never happens, then I will donate a million dollars to your favorite charity in your name and give you personally another million."

"Like you could do that," said Sharon.

"I'm the freaking Queen of Dionysus. I could buy you Iowa!" I said. Maybe a little loud.

"Really?" said Marjorie. "You're the Queen. One of the queens?"

"You didn't hear me tell you that I was the Queen?" I said. They both shook their heads no.

"I told you twice," I said.

Still shaking their heads no.

Well, I am going to win this one.

The interview, such as it is

Sarah and I sat at a table. We have encoded earrings, so they brought us both our drinks. I am having hot chocolate, since my parents won't allow coffee. Sarah is having a latte.

The actual coffee products have seriously improved.

"Your parents won't let you have coffee," said Sarah. "And even though they're not here, you live by the rule."

"Yeah," I said. "Mom and Dad don't give me many rules and understand that my situation is a little different. But this rule was important to them, so I follow it."

"Even though you'd never get caught," said Sarah.

Not sure I like the deceit that underlies these questions.

"Yes," I said. "Because it is a rule."

OK, what comes next Sarah?

"That's awesome," said Sarah. "I would, too, for sure, but most kids wouldn't."

And that's why she is going to be the regional VP.

"So there must be a reason we're meeting," said Sarah. "Although I suppose it could be that I am a good fuck."

"Well, let's test that out later," I said. And yes, a perfectly reasonable statement even if she is a direct report.

"I need a regional VP. Basically the Central time zone," I said. "You come highly recommended."

"Really," said Sarah. "May I ask by whom?"

I admit. A little peep. A small moan.

Word porn. Whom.

"Bjorn and Morgon," I said.

"Wow," she said. "I know them, but not that well."

"Perhaps you'd like to know them better," I said. "I'm staying with them."

Her turn to moan.

"Oh," I said. "And your next level, which divides the region into three pieces is all vacant. You'll need to hire."

"Hire. I don't know how to hire," said Sarah.

"Who are your best friends?" I said. And yes, this is a setup.

"Logan, Isabelle, and Brayden," said Sarah.

"You put your brother first," I said.

"He's my..." said Sarah.

"Soulmate," I said. "That's OK in our world. I'm engaged to my older sister Anika."

"Really," said Sarah. "But we might be a..."

"Quad?" I said. "Even better."

"But we're not in Dionysus," said Sarah.

"What were we talking about before that?" I said. Then I waited. It had to happen naturally.

"Oh, I remember," said Sarah. "I need to hire three execs."

Just waitin' her out.

"Seriously?" said Sarah. "I should hire them?"

"Your call, not mine," I said. "Could they do the job?"

"Well sure," said Sarah. "But can we go back to the quad? OK, maybe not a good interviewing question."

"You're not interviewing," I said. "The job is yours if you want it."

"But how would a quad work?" said Sarah.

"Your job comes with a house," I said. "All four jobs come with a plane. Buy a big house, get married or just live together. Anywhere you want. No place in the world is more than ten minutes away."

"Ten minutes?" said Sarah. That's when it hit.

"We get spaceplanes!" said Sarah, a little loudly.

I just nodded.

"That's pretty fucking cool," said Sarah.

"Hey, you don't have to tell me," I said. "I was just bopping along in pre-kindergarten and Anika met Carlina and Luca. Not much later, I'm in Iowa, having flown myself in my spaceplane, driven myself in my car and am offering you the job because I freaking run Starbucks. I'm 4!"

I might have shouted that last part a bit.

For some reason, a lot of people just joined Pari and the two Karens. Worst band name ever. Worst porn ever.

"Any porn with me in it is great porn," thought Pari, to me. OK, Sarah is laughing, too.

"There has got to be a reason that Pari thought that to us," said Sarah. "It is so random and so true."

I've seen Pari videos. It is absolutely true.

"A bunch of people just joined the two Karens and Pari," I said.

"No better in that order," said Sarah.

I just shook my head no.

"I go to school with all four of those kids. Cambria is 10 and Kaine is 13. They're great fun. So that's their mom. They are constantly complaining that their mom never listens to them, and they miss things. I try to remind them. And that's Channing, who is 10, too and Kailyn who is 13. Inverse pairs. They have the absolute same complaint about their mom. I would have predicted Karens before I even met them. Good Lord."

"You offered it, she accepted it, business meeting over," thought Pari. "They're a reason these kids are here. Come join us."

"What does she mean there is a reason these kids are here," said Sarah. "And why are Logan, Isabelle, and Brayden here?"

I looked over my shoulder and sure enough.

The real win is that they're with Anika.

Whee!

Sorry, but she's my soulmate.

We walked over as everyone was rearranging tables. The manager came over. At first I thought he was mad, but he just came to help. We got them arranged and as he walked past me he stopped.

"It is a pleasure to have you in our store," said Dhruv. Nametag.

"Thanks," I said. "It's a great store. I get lots of positive feedback about your leadership. Let me introduce Sarah who is the new Central division regional VP."

"Thrilled to meet you," said Sarah. "I have a lot to learn, and I'm based here in Coralville, so you'll be my home store so to speak. Let me introduce you to the three district managers Logan, Isabelle, and Brayden."

Who just impressed the fuck out of me.

They all just said a variation of pleased to meet you without even referencing the fact that they have no idea what we're talking about.

"Sure they do," said Sarah, to me. "I offered them the jobs before I came to the meeting."

Of course she did.

"OK everyone, listen up," said Pari. "My turn and there is big money on the table in bets on this one. Big money."

"Big money," said Marjorie and Sharon.

Nothing. Wow. So used to it.

Sarah is smirking at me. I think much of my communication with Sarah is going to be through smirks.

"And blowjobs," thought Sarah.

A fun alternative.

"This is for Cambria, Kaine, Kailyn, and Channing," said Pari. "One question, first answer, no thinking about it."

She looked at each of them and they nodded so earnestly.

I am loving this.

"OK," said Pari. "I am told that your mothers, Marjorie and Sharon, are very attentive parents and have never missed a single event because they didn't listen to you."

All four are having trouble stopping laughing. Every time they would get close, one of them would start again and it would set them off. Tears are flowing. Finally they calmed down.

"That would be incorrect," said Cambria, so calmly.

"What!" screeched Marjorie. "I've never missed anything."

We waited a bit for another round of laughter.

"Mom, you missed our graduation from high school," said Kaine.

"Our mom missed ours, too," said Kailyn.

"What!" screeched both moms. "When was graduation?"

Wow. The entire sentence and nothing.

"Last Saturday," said Kaine. "We missed it, too, since we can't drive, and we can't drive because neither of you have ever signed the forms that we have repeatedly given you."

"Drive?" they both said. "You're too young to drive!"

Nothing. Really? Good grief.

I might be preoccupied, but I have to say, when I hit nine, I'd do them both.

If they change. No one likes assholes.

"We are all old enough to drive," said Kaine. "There are pool cars, so we have access to cars whenever we want. The cars fly. You just need to sign the paperwork. For that matter, parents can take flying car lessons and your cars freaking fly if you do."

"Our cars fly? How can our cars fly? Why would they fly? Surely they don't fly?" they both said.

That might be a record.

All four kids are shaking their heads.

"And that has to be a freaking record," said Kailyn.

See!

"I read everything that is sent home," said Marjorie.

Another round of laughter.

But where the fuck are the dads?

"Usually playing golf," said Channing.

"Can you all read each other?" asked Pari.

"Sure," said Kailyn. "We're a quad."

"A quad? What is a quad. Surely you don't mean. A quad!" they said.

This is kind of insane.

Just then Colby walked in and dropped into the empty seat.

Which can't surprise you.

He also has a jewelry gift bag. Just one.

Feels right.

"Does royalty just drop in often?" asked Sarah.

"Hey!" said Pari.

"OMG," said Sarah. "I'm so sorry."

"It's OK," said Pari. "You can apologize to Colby and me later. I'll show you how he can fuck you doggy style while I lay underneath. I can lick you both and you can lick me."

Hmm.

Marjorie and Sharon are staring at Pari.

I wonder why.

"Oh, it is a fantastic position," said Channing.

"Even better with one more cock," said Cambria. "Then the person doing the fucking gets fucked, too.

"That would be my job," I said.

"Whee!" said Colby.

"We're supposed to be OK with this?" said them both. "This is all disgusting."

"You signed the forms!" said Cambria.

Cambria wiped her face with her hands and turned to Pari.

"Is there any way you can emancipate us?" said Cambria.

Pari looked at Colby, who nodded.

"Sure," said Pari.

"Why did you look at Colby?" said Kailyn.

"Because it is easier if he already brought your passports," said Pari.

Colby is holding up passports.

He passed them out. All four of them plus Sarah and her team.

"This is a diplomatic passport," whispered Sarah.

"Yeah," I said. "All four of you got them. They might, but not yet. It lets you drink. I'll share some of my favorite wines and beers with you."

"Sure, sure," said Sarah. "Like I could afford them."

"About that," I said, holding my hand out to Colby.

He handed me the handle of the small gift bag.

I pulled out the jewelry box. She appears a little confused but traded her earrings for these.

"Holy shit," said Cambria. "Those are inner circle earrings."

"What?" said Sarah. "No, they can't be."

Pari is just nodding.

"Me?" said Sarah. "Me?"

We just waited her out.

"Wow. Me," she said, and she was done.

I had about the same reaction.

"You did?" said Sarah.

Now we're both laughing.

Ah. Two men just stormed in the front door.

Seriously. Stormed. They got to the table, and both started screaming.

"Why are you not home?" screamed the first one at Marjorie. "Dinner should be on the table!"

"You too!" shouted the second at Sharon. "I work hard. I expect more."

"You were playing indoor golf," said Kailyn. "And probably stopped to fuck your girlfriend."

"Your dad, too?" said Cambria.

Well, that escalated quickly.

"We don't have girlfriends!" said both men.

Nothing.

Good grief.

"You have girlfriends!" screeched Marjorie and Sharon.

"They never say it," said Kaine. "They're all friends. They do it constantly. They never say it."

"Say what?" said Marjorie. "What are you talking about?"

"Jinx," said Cambria and Kaine, together.

Then Cambria just shouted it.

"That's a pretty cool jinx," said Kailyn. "A jinx on jinx."

"We'll kiss now and then fuck later," said Cambria.

Hmm. Both sets of parents are staring.

And now they're kissing.

It was quite a kiss. Cambria sort of fell over into Channing's lap. He appears to consider it a win.

"Can we please all get married?" said Kailyn.

"Sure," said Pari. "You're citizens. You can marry a goat if you want."

Of all the things that were said, the goat is freaking out the parents.

"The goat was a joke," said Pari.

They calmed down. They're all seriously confused.

"Can we get back to the girlfriends?" said Marjorie.

"Hold up," said Pari. "Let's talk before you go there."

"About what?" said Sharon. "They're cheating on us!"

"About that," said Pari. "You could handle this either of two ways. You could all divorce. That's one way. Destroy your families over an occasional fuck. That is not the solution I would recommend."

"But they cheated on us!" said Marjorie.

"Yes, they did," said Pari. "And without common agreement, that sucks. Badly. But let me propose a different approach. My suggestion is that the four of you all finally admit to yourselves that you're a quad. If you can, then I'll award all four of you citizenship and you can marry and be a quad. Your kids are already going to marry."

"Our kids?" said Marjorie. "What?"

"We just discussed it a few minutes ago," said Kailyn. "With you. That we're a quad and the four of us were getting married. You were a part of the conversation!"

"I don't think so," said Marjorie.

"Well, I didn't hear it," said Sharon.

Oh good God.

Pari rubbed her face with her hand.

"I'm sorry kids," said Pari. "I'm not sure I can fix this."

Cambria held up a finger.

"You're all fucking idiots," said Cambria. "We live in Coralville. We go to the Dionysus school. You could have been volunteering and all fucking each other in the wrestling room and the four of us would have lustfully joined you. You read all the material. You went to orientation. You've had it drilled into you that sex and love are not the same thing and that healthy relationships include fucking damn near anyone."

"What!" said Sharon. "I've heard no such thing! Us? Wrestling? What does that even mean? Why would the parents be on a sports team"

"Let's do this," said Pari. "Maybe they'll catch up, but I am having my doubts. Let's go buy the four of you a nice house near campus. You don't need their signatures for driver's ed or flying lessons anymore. Let's get you settled in and figure out your education path and what role you'll have. What are your passions?"

They all looked at each other.

"We love school," said Channing. "Just love it. We're all done with high school and will graduate with our business degrees next week."

"You will?" said Marjorie. "From college? You're in college? When was your high school graduation?"

I have no words.

All the kids just looked at her. Channing turned back to Pari.

"That's a very generous offer," said Channing. "We happily accept."

Pari jumped up, which was glorious. No she doesn't have heaving breasts like Leslie, but damn she's sexy.

"I'll be back with the kids later," said Pari. "Meet us on the station."

And so it will be.

And Pari left with the four kids.

"Where are they going?" said Marjorie.

"Who is that girl?" said Sharon.

I have no words.

We finally just ignored them and started talking to Sarah's crew about their new roles. The four adults were arguing. Some things we just can't fix.

That was freaking nuts

"I'm pretty impressed with how you all turned out," I said. "Given the total lack of parenting." Oh, Pari, here.

"It is kind of why we did," said Cambria. "We would have starved to death. Oh, there was always dinner, since our dads demanded it, but breakfast and lunch not so much. On the weekends, they went out on date nights and there were no meals and no babysitters. I'm not sure they even remembered they had kids. They left us alone when Kaine was 5 and I was 2."

"Yeah," said Channing. "We're next-door neighbors. We'd all get together and scrounge both pantries to find enough food. We learned to cook pretty young."

"About the time we learned to fuck," laughed Kaine.

"That too," said Channing. "That too."

You can imagine the drop in tone on the second one.

"Well, you're part of Dionysus now," I said. "We have a universal basic income, so you don't have to work, but most kids like to work. We haven't really developed much in the area, so not sure what you can do yet, but open to suggestion."

"The university," said Cambria. "You already own it, but it has so much more potential."

I'm not sure I mentioned that we just moved to a different part of the Starbucks to talk. I admit I am not surprised that Willow just walked in. Maybe you remember that Willow bought the Honey Creek Resort and all the schools and universities in Iowa. Willow is 7.

She walked over and sat down in the empty chair. You had to know there was an empty chair.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Willow. What are we talking about?"

All four kids are just staring at her.

"You run all the schools and universities in Iowa," said Cambria. Willow laughed.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm also a great fuck."

"She is," I said.

And that didn't even startle them. Good.

"Oh, we are too," said Kailyn. "Practice, practice, practice."

Now we're all laughing.

We're going to fuck.

"Damn straight," said Cambria.

And we're laughing again.

Which is when Stephanie and Courtney walked in.

Well, we're going to look for a house, so why wouldn't we use good realtors.

"Hi, kids," said Stephanie.

"You know them?" I said.

All six of them are laughing right now.

"We're pretty dedicated volunteers," said Stephanie.

I love Iowa.

"Iowa loves you," said Kailyn.

Aw.

"So what are we buying?" said Courtney. I just nodded at the four kids.

"Awesome!" said Stephanie. "So you're citizens now?"

"Yes," said Kaine. "We're going to marry."

Courtney and Stephanie are nodding.

"Our kids will too one of these days," said Stephanie.

"Might be sooner than you think," I said. "They all got jobs today."

Courtney and Stephanie are beaming.

"We know," said Courtney. "They told us yesterday."

Of course they did.

"So what are the four of you going to be doing?" said Stephanie.

"Don't know yet," said Kailyn.

"That's why I'm here," said Willow. "But in concept it is pretty simple. I need to clean out the leadership at the University of Iowa."

"That's great for them," said Channing. "But I'm more interested in medicine."

Which is likely why Frida walked in.

She walked over and moved an entire table. Well, Stephanie and Courtney needed chairs, too.

"So which one of you is going to run the University of Iowa Hospital system?" said Frida.

Channing raised his hand.

"Good, good," she said. "We'll need to get to know each other better."

"Once we find them a house today, we're having a small orgy," I said.

"Perfect!" said Frida.

Everyone at our table appears pleased.

That's when Sarah and crew joined us.

"Don't we need a house, too?" said Sarah.

"Sure," I said.

"Why don't we just get one big house?" said Cambria.

I think they all answered that question.

It was quite a moan. That included me.

What can I say. I'm a horny Queen.

That might be my official title. Although it would be more accurate to say the horny Queens. Which would be both a great band title and great porn.

Particularly great porn.

"So what ya got for us?" said Kaine.

"Nothing," said Stephanie.

Now we're all staring, and she laughed.

"Yet," said Courtney.

"So here's our suggestion," said Stephanie. "There's a nice house at the north end of Iowa City in a nice neighborhood. Four bedrooms, six bath, 8,800 square feet on a little less than two acres."

"That seems perfect," said Cambria. "It's not like we won't be sharing beds."

"It is not perfect," I said. "It is a starter house. What's your other suggestion?"

Courtney and Stephanie are laughing now.

"A lot in North Liberty," said Courtney.

"That has 800 feet of waterfront," said Stephanie.

"Well, that sounds nice," I said. "How big?"

"It is 294 acres," said Courtney.

"Small, but OK," I said.

"You think 294 acres is small," said Kailyn.

"Chris owns 88,000 acres on the water in Clearwater," I said.

"Well sure," said Cambria.

Then we all laughed.

"Too bad they don't allow docks anymore," said Kaine.

"Doesn't matter," I said. "All your boats will fly. You can just fly them into a boathouse."

They appear to be staring at me.

"That seems handy," said Sarah.

"Yep," I said.

"OK," I said. "Buy them both. We can spend the rest of the day fucking then go design your compound tomorrow."

"Compound," said Logan.

"Sure," said Tate. "I would suggest a nice house each for the two quads. Then you'll need the sports complex. Plus garages and boathouses. Should be pretty nice."

"Bob insists on a minimum of 6,000 square feet per person," said Anika.

"Bob?" said Kailyn. "Who is Bob?"

Fuck yeah, we waited.

It was an impressive moan.

And guess who just walked in the front door and pulled up a chair.

"I heard there was a christening," said Bob.

Bob likes a good christening. Bob appreciates the age range of this group and that's not even creepy.

They will learn things.

Particularly given most of the rest of the immediate family and their spouses just streamed in.

It is a little overwhelming.

Nylah walked over and plopped down on my lap and pulled my arm around her.

Whee!

"Damn, this is a sexy group," she said. Our new friends are staring a bit.

It could be the sheer sundress. It could be that it rode up and her pussy is completely exposed.

Feels like a win.

My name is Sarah

Yes, I knew yesterday and no, I don't know how I knew yesterday.

It happens.

Now I am going to spend the afternoon at a mansion that was bought so we would have a place while our compound is being built.

Our. Compound.

Logan, Isabelle, Brayden, and me in one house.

Cambria, Kaine, Kailyn, and Channing in the second house.

Two quads in a loose octet.

And yes, that makes sense.

We're going there now. With most of the royal family of Dionysus. Feels like that should feel weird but it doesn't feel weird which is weird. Isn't that weird?

Sorry.

We're told that tomorrow they will teach us how to drive and fly cars.

Today they're going to teach us how to fuck. Now, we know how to fuck. We don't know how to fuck. The royal family.

OMG.

It was a lark

Whole new topic, although that was hilariously fun to read. My story I did for fun. I didn't count on this. It is crazy! OK, let me set the stage. This is Grace. Ever since Rylee went a little country, we've been having fun with it. Rylee. Oh my. Something about Rylee line dancing in skimpy jean shorts and a tank top, braless but wearing a hat.

No, that's not right. While what I described is sexy AF, most of the time Rylee is wearing a hat.

And only a hat.

Your mental image is complete. You're welcome.

We've really been practicing, and we had our research team look into great line dancing bars in the Dallas area. Hey, Phary and Cassiopeia.

What more do you want.

And by research team, I mean I searched for it on Google and found the absolute perfect place for us.

The Round-Up Saloon

The best Gay saloon in Dallas.

Yes, you read that right. Why not? All of us are pansexual. We love everyone. We fuck everyone.

I reached out to them to find out what a good night would be. It was a bit hilarious. I'll go on a tangent for the conversation. Yeah, yeah, similar to other stories, but I think it is fun.

Then again, I find Orlando's jokes hilarious.

I'm in Clearwater, so not that far away. Why Clearwater? Why not!

I called the bar, and someone answered the phone. It is about 5 in the afternoon. Late enough to have someone there, early enough to not be busy.

"Hi, Round-Up Saloon, how can I help you?" said the voice.

"Hi, my name is Grace," I said. "We have a good size group that wants to come, and I wanted to find out the best night to do so. We're looking for busy but not packed."

"Nice to meet you Grace, this is Dominik," said the really nice voice on the phone. "Just to be clear, you understand this is a gay bar."

I admit, I laughed.

"Sure," I said. "Everyone in our group is pansexual."

"OK," he said, clearly intrigued. "How large a group do you anticipate?"

"Well, that's kind of a chicken and egg question," I said. "If you said that on Thursday nights, it is busy and a group of 20 would work, there would be 20 of us. If you suggested only 10, we'd be disappointed, but there would be 10 of us. On the other hand, if you said the place is big and a group of a hundred wouldn't be a problem, there would be a hundred. Or any other night you suggest. We'd also appreciate your suggestion on gender mix. Should we go 50/50? Maybe 70/30 favoring men? Are there any issues with transgender men and women?"

"You have a hundred pansexual friends that want to come dance. No it would have to be more than that, because you can alter the ratio," said Dominik. "Who has that many friends that want to line dance?"

OK, I laughed a bit.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself again," I said, with a little laugh. "My name is Princess Grace of Dionysus."

The moan was loud enough that I am not sure I needed the phone.

I laughed again.

"So yes, a hundred pansexual friends isn't a stretch," I said. "Some of us would love to do karaoke, too."

This time he laughed.

"Given the people you're likely to bring, I'm pretty sure you'll wrap up that contest," he said. "Please tell me Prince Orlando will join you."

That tone was lust.

"Who are your top five, Dominik?" I said. "Under our rules."

"Your rules?" he said.

"Nine and up," I said.

Yeah, heard that moan, too.

"Orlando, Tomas, Hunter, Bob," he said, then there was hesitation in his voice.

"If your fifth choice confuses you," I said. "We understand. We also are a shame free society."

"What do you mean shame free?" he said, clearly intrigued.

"There is literally no such thing as bullying in our world," I said. "We don't even need the word."

"Wow," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

"OK," he said. I could hear him take a deep breath and let it out.

"I have a tie for fifth, is that OK?" he said. I laughed again.

"I have had sex with every single person that will be with me," I said, just shaking him up again.

"But I haven't told you a limit or the ratio," said Dominik. "What if I told you we would accommodate a thousand."

I just waited him out.

"Oh my God, I want your life," he said.

Well, Dominik, you might have just been swept up in our world.

"So what's your role, Dominik?" I said.

"I'm a co-owner," he said, with pride.

"Good for you!" I said, with enthusiasm. "Tell me about the ownership structure."

"I'm not sure why I feel like I should tell you that, but I do," he said. "I own a quarter and the rest is owned by an investment firm."

He named the firm.

And I snorted.

"Why did you snort?" he said. "Snorts are important."

Yes they are, Dominik.

"Because that investment firm is owned by Rylee," I said.

Let's just assume the moan.

"Was she one of the people in fifth?" I asked. There was silence for a while. We are outstanding with silence.

"Yes," he said, softly.

"And that confuses you," I said. We've been down this road before.

"Yes," he said, still softly. "I've never..."

"Rylee would be a pretty spectacular first," I said. "Really spectacular."

"Um," said Dominik. "I thought you were just asking for people I'd like to meet."

Silence on my end for a bit.

"Wow," he said. "But you don't even know what I look like!"

"Do you shower everyday, Dominik?" I said.

"Weird question, but of course," he replied.

"Then you're beautiful," I said.

"Wow," said Dominik.

"Yeah," I said. "That is literally our world. I already told you that."

"But it was pretty unbelievable," said Dominik.

"Have you ever read a single thing about our culture that makes that unbelievable?" I said.

"No, but the stories are unbelievable," he said.

"No, they're not," I said. "We don't respond because with rare exceptions they're the truth. In our world, your bar would have a lot of sex right there on the dance floor. Naked line dancing. Lots of blowjobs and rim jobs and getting fucked in the ass. I myself like getting fucked in the ass."

He laughed.

"Weirdly personal, but good for you," he said.

"Nope," I said. "Not personal. You could walk up to any person in our country and ask them if they would like you to fuck them in the ass, especially if you say please. They will either say yes, which would be the vast majority, or no, which is super rare, or not yet, which is usually because you're an adult and they're not nine yet."

"Not yet," he said.

"Not yet," I said.

"So if I walked up to Prince Bill and asked him if I could please fuck him in the ass, what would his response be?" said Dominik.

"He would say that it would be wonderful, but not yet, and likely invite you to his ninth birthday party," I said. "Jessica and Bill's ninth birthday party is going to be epic."

"Jessica," he said, with a hint of lust.

"Another trigger, huh," I said. "I get it. When I turned 18, I lost Bill and Jessica for a few years. I'm still devastated."

"Lost," he said. "Oh."

That last word took about 20 seconds to say.

"Wow," he said. Yeah, dude.

"Do they know they're the most attractive two people on the planet?" said Dominik. "And your society has some pretty damn gorgeous people, yourself included."

"Yes, they do, and no they don't," I said. "They know people think that, but they don't believe it."

"Thus cementing it," said Dominik. "Are they human?"

"Probably not," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "Probably not."

Weird. Our lives are weird.

"So does Rylee owning three-quarters of our bar affect anything?" said Dominik.

"Oh yeah," I said. Just a coincidence that came out as a deep baritone.

"How?" he said.

"Well, you need to work that out with Rylee," I said. "But it certainly means that you could have your first experience with Rylee in your office."

"My office?" he squeaked.

"Sure," I said. "She can declare the entire bar a consulate."

"Oh my God," he said.

"Luke," he said. "Luke is the other one."

"Top or bottom?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. I laughed.

"Then you should invite him to join you and Rylee," I said. "The two of them together is pretty amazing."

"Is, not would be?" said Dominik, and I laughed again.

"I told you," I said. "Every single person that comes with me. Luke is now on that list."

"OK, I've just been riding along in this conversation on the assumption this is real and that you're really Princess Grace," he said. "How do I know you're not punking me?"

I sent him a request to start video, which he accepted.

Should I mention that I am riding Orlando cowgirl right now and just as the video came on, I felt Orlando swell. Dominik's first view of me was lifting off Orlando's cock and him just covering me with a lot going on him.

"Wow," said Dominik.

"Yeah," I said.

"Can I trade places with you?" he asked. "Please?"

"Well, you did say please," said Orlando.

Did I mention that Dominik is a freaking hunk.

"Trade places with me or Orlando?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Oh, I'm proud of you!" I said, and Dominik laughed.

"I might have different views on women than I did before this conversation," he said. "Let's just go with curious."

"Well, Rylee would be an amazing first, but the night we're there, just ask anyone," I said. "Anyone."

"Sure, I'll ask Bob and Amy back to my office," said Dominik.

"Well, you should say please," said Orlando.

"I already told him that," I said, laughing.

"Now you're punking me," he said.

"No, I am not. Invite Bob, Amy, and Luke at the same time. You can be in the middle of a train. Bob in the back, Amy in the front, and Luke in your mouth," said Orlando.

"Heck, I'll come, too, and you can suck Luke and me together," added Orlando.

"You people are fun," laughed Dominik.

"You have no idea," I said. "So what night and how many?"

"Well, our capacity is 1,200," he said. "On Thursday thru Saturday, it is pretty busy, so I'd bring a small group. Ten or so. At other end, on Tuesday we never break 500, so there would be plenty of room."

"OK," I said. "We'll come this Tuesday and we'll limit ourselves to 500 or so."

"500," he said. "Limit yourself."

"You need to believe, Dominik," said Orlando. Yes, he knew his name.

"When do you open?" I asked.

"3pm to 2am," he said.

"So you're open now," I said.

"Barely," he said, laughing. "It is Tuesday at 5."

"We'll see you in about an hour," I said.

"Today?" he squeaked.

"Today," I said. "Bye."

"You're going to find 500 people to go tonight?" said Orlando. I just raised my eyebrows.

He laughed.

"Point taken," said Orlando.

I sent out a text to the inner circle. I even setup a signup sheet in a Google Sheets. Not a Bob app, but it works. I said the limit was 500 and to spread the word.

We hit 500 in less than 3 minutes.

While I was still on the phone with Dominik.

"OK," I said. "We're all set. We'll see you in an hour."

"So what's your guess at the number? That's short notice," he said. Orlando snorted.

Your move, buddy.

"We had to cut it off at 500," said Orlando. "We'll see you soon."

I hung up the phone and noticed that Orlando was hard again.

"Sorry, dude," I said. "Save it."

He laughed and got up and we took a quick shower.

Only 40 minutes. Well, he did shampoo my hair and I don't have the same limitations he does.

Did I mention Valeria joined us?

Our lives are freaking amazing.

We went outside and there was an E-111 hovering in the street. Standing at the foot of the stairs was Jessica. Jessica is very organized. Jessica is number 4 on the signup list.

And that can't surprise you. The entire immediate family signed up. We haven't all been together in way too long. The three of us walked on board and took the last three seats. It is already packed. Lots of originals and lots of the first round of Dionysusians. OK, maybe that's not a thing. I'm sitting next to Della. Her brothers, Glen and Grey, are on board and so is their dad, Bentley. Bentley is in jeans and a western shirt and wearing a cowboy hat.

He rocks it.

Everyone on board is in western dress. Nobody looks better than Jessica and Bill. They're both wearing hats. Bill is also in jeans and a shirt. Jessica is wearing a cute jean skirt embroidered with flowers and a gauzy white top.

I would do them both. I cannot wait until they turn 9.

Then again, Luke and Cassie. OMG.

Ah, there's Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Gabe and his crew with Ruby and hers. Ruby is wearing an incredible western dress. She laughed and lifted up the dress.

Commando.

Jessica laughed and lifted her skirt.

OK, the likelihood of panties is low. I'm in a denim dress that is usually worn with a shirt. Usually.

Morgan is in shorts overalls. Also without a shirt.

OMG.

Then again, Sophia's top is completely see thru. Oh, so is Amy's.

Pari is wearing a skirt.

"Seriously?" I asked, of Pari.

"I have a hat on!" she said.

"But no top," I said.

"Nope," she said. "Come on. The straps of the overalls don't exactly contain Morgan's tits."

She has a point.

Carlina and Tegan are topless, too. It stopped there but come on. Pari, Carlina, and Tegan. Topless.

Tonight is going to be fun.

Oh, interesting. Gabe and Luca now are just wearing jeans. Bob joined in.

OMG. I know, I know, overusing it.

We all have nice hats though!

We took off and landed in about 4 minutes. Clearwater, remember? We were all in Clearwater. Don't know why, other than the time zone is in our favor rather than Robertville.

OK, that is likely why.

We landed in their parking lot and plane after plane landed and let out people. I see Ella and Wyatt, with Mimi. Caralyn with Peaches, Safie, Morgon, and Shelby. Pedro and Maria, with Juan and Sofia. The list goes on and on and on. People from all parts of our world. Oh, there's Greta and Emma.

Well, they fit in with those hats.

Amai and Juanita!

Legendary.

There was a table setup outside and as we walked by we all got wrist bands. I was at the front, right behind Jessica. There are green bands and red bands. The sign said green bands were legal for alcohol and red for those not legal.

Jessica reached to grab one of the green bands.

"Wait," said the young woman behind the table. "You need a red band." Jessica laughed.

"No one that came off any of these airplanes needs a red band," said Jessica. "This saloon is now a consulate, and we all have diplomatic passports."

"Consulate?" choked out the woman.

"Yeah," said Jessica. "The rules are stricter though."

The young woman's moan was impressive. Then it clicked.

"You're Dominik's daughter," I said. She nodded. I admit I am curious if she is an IVF baby or Dominik has at least once.

"I'm Emely," she said. "And the answer is I am an IVF baby. I'm 15."

"How convenient I have an exception," said Jessica. "May I please kiss you?"

She just nodded, kind of in shock.

A Jessica kiss can overwhelm. Emely is just vibrating. Dominik walked up during the kiss.

"Wow," he said.

"I'm not going to be your first," said Rylee, who also doesn't appear to be wearing a top.

You'll see.

Emely spun and looked at her dad.

"You're interested in Rylee?" she said. Then she moaned.

The shocked look on Dominik's face is classic.

"Can I be your first, please?" said Emely, softly. Still a shocked look there, Dominik.

"Yes, you can, legally," said Jessica. "But he needs to give his consent."

"For me to have sex tonight?" said Emely.

"Oh no," said Jessica. "You're 15. You're an adult. Take your pick of any of us. Make a suggestion. Say please."

"Rylee, Orlando, and Luke, with Dad," said Emely, quickly.

Isn't that interesting.

"Sure," said Luke. Emely is now staring at him.

"You people are fun," said Emely.

"You have no idea," said Jessica.

Just then Bill walked up and stood next to Jessica.

Emely's moan was long and deep.

"When you're done with them let me know, Emely," said Jessica. "Bill and I will rock your world."

I think Emely almost fainted.

Understandably.

"Seriously?" said Dominik. "Aren't you like 5."

OK we all laughed.

"You're allowed to watch Dominik," I said. "You'll learn things."

"Do you have any spatulas?" asked Jessica.

"Weird change of direction, but sure. Lots of them," said Dominik.

"Bring a dozen to your office," said Jessica. "You'll need them. Trust me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm bringing those spatulas," said Dominik.

Rylee walked over and took his hand. Luke took Emely's. Orlando just walked a pace behind them.

Come on. Cute little asses. Including Dominik. He has a fine ass.

Another time.

We went inside. Our entire group. I led the way.

"How much capacity will you have after our group of 500?" I asked at the door.

Of the cutest guy ever. No seriously. Adorable.

Jerimiah. He's Jerimiah. He has a nametag.

Adorable.

Jerimiah laughed.

"A quiet night," he said. "I'll bet, not counting your group, we top out at another 200 above your group."

"So room for 500 more," I said. He nodded.

"I went with three hundred," said Jessica. "I cut the list off there."

Of course you did.

Just then three E-111s landed, one after another.

And out came another 300 people.

"Is everyone going to be beautiful?" said Jerimiah, clearly scoping out Horacio, who happens to be standing next to me.

"Sure," said Horacio. "Because everyone is beautiful. I'm Horacio. Want to fuck?"

I raised my eyebrow at Horatio, and he laughed.

"Please," added Horacio.

Jerimiah is just staring but finally recovered.

"Well, you did say please," said Jerimiah, in kind of a dreamy voice. "But where?"

Horacio pointed at a couch just inside the door.

"There!" said Jerimiah.

"OK," said Horacio. "Tell anyone that comes in that tonight is under Dionysus rules."

"That's why I didn't fill it up," said Jessica.

"Huh?" we all said.

Jerimiah actually shouted it. You know, the jinx. I'm still not quite sure what Jessica meant, but it doesn't matter.

"Is that real?" he said, so hopefully.

"Oh yeah," said Horacio. "May I please kiss you?"

"Oh yeah," said Jerimiah.

It was a passionate kiss. Jerimiah actually pushed Horacio away abruptly.

"Oh no!" he said. "I'm going to..."

Horacio had his pants around his ankles faster than you could blink. Not his own. Jerimiah's.

And Jerimiah's cock just disappeared down Horacio's throat. You could see each pulse stretching Horacio's throat. Finally he tucked Jerimiah all back in and stood up.

And kissed me the cum.

I showed it to Jerimiah on my tongue.

"She's asking if you want her to kiss you your cum," said Horacio.

Jerimiah just nodded, in a trance. I leaned in for the kiss and it was spectacular. This time I'm the one vibrating at the end of the kiss.

Yay!

We finally all got inside, and the band is just rocking. Jessica and Bill are leading a line dancing class with Amy and Pari.

They all appear to be naked. No, that's not true. They're all wearing hats.

The night is going well.

Ah. Emely is in the line now. Also naked. A bit cum covered. Now she is getting passed down the line. From one person to the next.

All are licking off a stripe.

"Best night ever!" shouted Emely.

You have no idea, Emely. No idea.

They'll figure it out. Surely you have.

Soulmates.

Yee haw

Damn, this is fun. I love that this is out in the wild and not in Robertville. Who knew I co-owned a giant gay bar?

How handy. Oh, this is Rylee.

Jessica appears to be teaching a new dance. Interesting.

She calls it the standing cowgirl. She is demonstrating it with Bill. Bill is actually dancing with Jessica hugging him. His hands are under her cute little ass and she is just impaled on his cock.

Oh, there are Hunter and Tomas doing it, too. Tomas is riding Hunter. Ruby is riding Juanita.

Her sister.

Ooh. Ooh.

Bob is free.

Yay!

You know, this escalated quickly, particularly given there are two hundred people that are not in our group. No, that's not the right wording. That did not arrive with us.

They're pretty integrated with our group now. Pretty open-minded families given the age of some of the kids bouncing and some doing the bouncing. I have no idea who that is Pari is bouncing on, but he is clearly enjoying it. Pretty strong given he appears to be about 10. A girl slightly older at maybe 12 is happily riding Amy.

Of course there are toys.

You knew there were toys.

Karaoke!

I guess it is time. A lot of our group signed up, even me. I love to sing but don't think I am any good at it.

"You're freaking amazing," said Grace. "You are at everything."

That's sweet.

"I've been practicing saying Mom Rylee," said Grace.

Good to be ready.

"I signed us up for a duet," said Grace. "Thank God I'm a Country Girl."

Oh God, this is going to be fun.

"And we're up!" said Grace as they announced our names. Just Grace and Rylee. We bounded up onto the stage.

Wearing our hats.

That's not quite right. We both put our boots back on. Between boots and hat? Nothing.

I love this karaoke. It's not a machine. It is the band playing. You can only sing what you know the words to. No prompter.

We freaking killed it. Just killed it.

A thousand people cheering.

And not an article of clothing in sight.

Boots and hats.

I love that they're all shapes, colors, and body types. Several hundred are listening and fucking. Fine with us. In fact, a good idea.

I pointed at Orlando and Grace caught on and pointed at Bob. They laughed and climbed up onto the stage.

Dancing, fucking, and singing.

Me on Orlando and Grace on Bob.

We do like variety.

We kept our theme and rolled right into Rocky Mountain High. Orlando joined right in.

"Sing," I said to Bob. He just laughed and shook his head no.

"Sing," I said, again. In a different tone.

Bob is singing along now.

We finally finished and hopped off the stage. Luckily Nylah was there to clean me out.

Luke did the same for Grace.

Right in front of the stage. We finally walked off and found a table that just had Nan at it. She waved us to sit down.

"I simply love John Denver," said Nan.

"I'm surprised you know his music," said Bob. Nan laughed. She opened up her phone and searched for something. She turned it to show us a YouTube video.

"Wildlife concert 1995," said Nan. "Pay attention to the piano."

There is a grand piano in the background being played by a spirited guy.

Holy shit.

Nan is sitting on the piano crisscross.

Holding a mic.

"You're on this video," I said, stating the obvious.

"Nope, just someone that looks like me," she said, laughed. I grabbed her tablet and went to DTube and searched for the same song and concert. The difference?

DTube sent a drone back to show it live.

In 16K.

Now Nan is laughing.

"OK, OK," said Nan. "John considered me a bit of a superfan. I was at almost every concert, in the front row. I laughed that he never once asked why I didn't age."

"Holy shit," said Nan. "He knew."

It hit us all at once.

"He knew you were a time traveler," said Orlando.

"Yeah," said Nan. "I think so. He never said anything. This is the only time I actually met him. He waved me up on stage, lifted me onto the piano, and handed me a mic."

"Pretty freaking cool," said Grace.

"He was such a nice guy. We talked and talked after that concert. He talked about not feeling like he was in the right time," said Nan.

It hit us all at once.

"He wasn't in the right time," said Nan. "He didn't die in that plane crash."

"He went back to his time," I said.

"I think so," said Nan.

"You can check. Send a drone to the crash," said Bob.

"I think we should just leave it alone," said Nan.

Me too.

But I think we're right.

"Let me change the subject," said Bob. "You realize what you did here tonight, Rylee?"

Dominik and Emely are standing with us, too.

"Beyond having a wild sex filled night dancing," I said. "I'm not sure I do."

"You opened a Dionysus rules club in the United States," said Bob. "Random people wandered in with their children and started fucking."

"We do it in community centers all over the US," I said.

"Yeah," said Bob. "Associated with the schools. Or the entire community. Every single parent signed permission forms."

"About time," I said.

"Yeah," said Bob.

And then he fucked me. No, then he made love to me. While Amy and Pari gave me all of their attention, too.

Soon.

Real soon.

My first was memorable

My name is Emely. Rylee suggested I write this but let me read the journal first.

Apparently I should be quite graphic.

That seems like a win.

So let's start with going back to Dad's office. You see, Dad has insane hours and often gets off work around 3 am. So he built a little addition to his office that has a bedroom and bathroom.

I now see benefits to that beyond sleeping.

Oh.

"Dad," I said. "Tell the truth, you built this to fuck a lot and have enjoyed the hell out of it."

Dad laughed.

"Well, I did sleep here a lot," he said.

"Not actually answering the question," I said. He just smiled me into the damn ground.

Literally. I woke up on the carpet next to the bed, looking up at Dad, Bob, Orlando, Luke, and Rylee.

All of whom are naked.

Rylee laughed.

"It took you awhile to wake up," she said. "Don't worry, we waited for you."

"I'm a little scared," I said. "Oh, I want this, I've just never..."

"Really," said Dad. "I admit I am surprised. You're 15, you're gorgeous and you're the nicest person I have ever met."

I wasn't sure what to say to that.

"Thank you, I guess," I said, with a small smile.

That's when it hit him.

"You, you, you...," he said. "You waited for me?"

"Yeah, sure Dad," I said. "Every girl growing up in Dallas waits to give up her virginity to her dad. Her dad who is gay."

"Not actually answering the question," he said, back to me, mimicking me perfectly.

OK, we all laughed.

"You knew it would happen," said Luke.

I just nodded.

"A little movie playing in your head," said Rylee.

I just nodded.

"Were we all in the movie?" asked Orlando.

Almost snapped my neck nodding at that one.

"Then you're the director," said Bob.

Oh God.

"So my first time is going to be an orgy," I said.

"A small one," said Orlando.

"A very small one," said Luke.

We all looked at Bob, who laughed.

"Very very small," he said, still laughing.

"So the thousand or so people out there all fucking up a storm," I said. "That's a large orgy."

"Small," said, well, everyone except Dad.

We saw them all pay up. To Luke.

OK, I admit Rylee's kiss with Luke and even Orlando's was amazing, but it was Bob's kiss that overwhelmed a bit. Luke jumped in Bob's arms and hugged him close. Their kiss was electric. Bob's cock is right under Luke's ass. It's glorious.

Oh my. Luke just exploded covering them both with cum.

Which appears to have set off Bob.

Covering me with cum.

So we're starting with cleanup.

Not only did I get an awful lot of the focus, I got all of the cum.

Kissed to me.

None more passionately than with Dad. He slid down my body, licking and kissing, until be started going down on me. So gently, then faster, slower, alternating.

Until he finally sucked on my clit.

Hard.

I exploded. Just as he slid up and in.

It was amazing.

"Soulmates!" yelled, well, everyone.

I got it out first. Let's just say everyone repaid me with more than kisses. Dad, Luke, Orlando, Bob, Rylee, Dad, Rylee, Dad.

Rylee brought toys.

I know a good song

Grace, here, again. I know a great song when I hear it. Rylee and I are recording it.

On horseback.

Yes, I can ride. No, I cannot ride like Rylee does.

Oh God. I have the best idea.

Just hold on. I'm finding Rylee. Given I am at Amy and Bob's house, I am pretty confident I will find her.

Yes, Pari's house too and soon Rylee's.

Too many names. We all just call it Amy and Bob's house. The rest are implied.

I looked and she wasn't in the living room or by the pool.

So I checked the obvious place.

The master bedroom.

Found her.

With Pari and Emely.

They seem lonely.

I will ensure they are less lonely.

There is a toy closet.

We'll just leave it that a lot of toys need a good cleaning.

"It looked like you had a purpose when you walked in," said Rylee. We're all lying back on the bed, barely able to stay conscious.

Our sex is pretty athletic.

"We're going to record Thank God I am a Country Girl," I said. "On horseback."

"I didn't know you ride," said Rylee.

"I do, but not like you do," I said. "But that's not my vision. It's you and Ella having a race. I'm on your horse, singing with you, and trying to hold on."

"Who is on Ella's horse with her?" asked Pari.

"Emely," I said.

Felt like a reasonable choice. After all, she was in the bedroom. Don't know why she was. Glad she was.

They both laughed.

"You just missed Orlando, Kevin, and Gina," said Pari.

"I know," I said. "I tasted them."

We're fun.

"Can we do a naked version?" said Emely.

"Did you really have to ask?" said Rylee.

No, no she didn't.

"So, is Orlando directing?" asked Rylee.

"Nope," I said. "I have a new talent slotted to direct."

Given both Pari and Rylee are laughing, I fear they may suspect.

"I hear she's very talented," said Rylee, still laughing. In a good way.

"Especially with a spatula," said Pari.

There is truth in that.

Ridin' in a music video

Ella, here. I am not quite clear how I got roped into this.

Get it? Roped into this? Horses?

I am about as funny as Bob.

Wyatt laughs at my jokes.

As he should.

We're at our ranch in Montana. We're going to record Thank God I'm a Country Girl. We've rehearsed and rehearsed. OK, we haven't rehearsed but they've been here for a few days, and we fucked a lot. Feels like the same thing.

"Where are the cameras?" I asked. "The crew?"

"There are over six hundred cloaked drones flying around the corral," said Rylee.

"Feels like enough," I said, to laughter from everyone.

I climbed up on my horse and Emely flew up and sat behind me.

"Why didn't I think of that?" I said.

Emely just shrugged. Not sure why she kissed me, but it was glorious. At least we didn't fall off the horse. Barely. She slid forward and put her arms around me and under my breasts. Which are uncovered.

We're doing the naked shoot first.

"You can hold on to them if you want," I said, with a laugh.

"Then the audience would be deprived of your glorious breasts," said Emely.

That was nice.

We trotted over to Rylee and Grace. My God, they look amazing. Hopefully you figured out that Grace is directing.

"OK," said Grace. "Nothing really special. All four of us sing. The drones will record the audio and it will be perfect."

"Ella and I don't sing," I said.

"You do now," said Grace. That was a little scary.

"I brought my crop," said Grace, in the same voice.

I cannot wait.

"We're going to need a lot of takes, so we don't have to go that fast. Just the illusion of speed is enough," said Grace.

"We can swap out horses and let them rest, but I agree, let's do it at about 80%," I said.

Which might still startle Grace and Emely.

It did. But they just held on and sang their hearts out.

We did two takes naked and two takes clothed.

The first two were more fun.

Now we're back in the living room. We're going to watch the rough cuts. I don't know why, but Bill, Jessica, Nylah, Colby, and Karolina walked in.

Wearing cowboy hats.

FTW.

"Hi," said Jessica. "We want to record Take Me Home Country Road."

"You can ride?" I asked and Jessica laughed.

"Pretty well," said Jessica. I am not surprised. No seriously. I doubt there is really anything this crew can't do.

"We're going to do a version with just Karolina playing the violin and us singing," said Nylah.

"Did you bring clothes?" asked Rylee.

"No," said Nylah.

"You'll need a version with clothes," said Rylee.

"Will we?" said Nylah. "All you can see is nipples. We've cleared that hurdle."

"OK then," said Grace. "What about Karolina?"

"I'm not in the video," said Karolina. "I'm just playing in the background."

Now many of us are laughing.

"You're sitting on the fence of the corral, playing while they're riding," said Grace. "Damn straight you're in the video."

"I didn't bring any clothes," said Karolina.

"Still doesn't matter," said Nylah. "Just try not to flash your pussy for longer than a second."

"A second," said Karolina. "Why a second."

"Because when the video plays at normal speed, no one will see anything and it will make it past the censors," said Nylah.

"What if they slow down the video?" asked Karolina.

"Then they'll get glorious pussy shots of a gorgeous naked 12-year-old," said Nylah. "They can masturbate to it."

"And you think I'm OK with that," said Karolina.

OK, the entire room screamed yes, including Karolina, who said the jinx first.

"I'm a little slutty," said Karolina, with a laugh.

"Sure," said Bill. "We'll go with a little."

Which broke up the room.

"Dude, that was funny," said Jessica, which made Bill smile really big.

"I'm practicing," said Bill. The rest of us are watching Jessica writhe on the ground.

It was quite a smile. Emely is on the ground, too.

She was in the line of sight.

Their video is amazing. The boys rode in the back. Why?

Because when they were in the front it was really obvious they had hard cocks. OK, we made that video, too. Twice. The second time Nylah and Jessica were jacking off Bill and Colby in the video. At the end of the video, cum flew everywhere.

We all like that version. And no, I didn't have the pairing wrong. Nylah and Bill. Jessica and Colby.

We had a fun day.

And night.

We released the videos and singles over a period of weeks. All for charity, of course. Once things settled down, we released the last video. We were curious how long it would go before it was banned.

That was three weeks ago. It just passed five billion views.

Times might be changing just a little.

I do like that video. I masturbate to it a lot.

Just like the people that played it the other five billion times.

We might do more videos.

Oh, and Emely and Dominik are married. Not to Jerimiah.

Yet. But he pretty much has moved in with them.

Whee!

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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