19 August 2019

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The Bahamas too

Orlando here. Everyone else buys shit, so I decided it was my turn. Dad kept mentioning that all the houses around the world were full, so I decided to buy something. One of my fondest memories was our trip to the Bahamas. You remember, where I outsmarted the mayor and his little game. I really liked the area and the weather was great, so I started looking there.

I'd found two places to look at and they couldn't have been more different. The first was a large house on the beach right outside Nassau. It was on four acres, on a golf course, and was 20,000 square feet. Twelve bedrooms, 17 bathrooms, and $30 million.

How in the world would you use 17 bathrooms at once? Somehow that was going to become a themed shoot. It even had a name. Villa Tarka.

The good news was that it was done, big, and beautiful. The bad news was it was only four acres and landlocked, so we couldn't grow. Yeah, yeah, only 20,000 square feet. Aren't I the shit?

But what threw me was I found a private island called Whale Cay. It was about 50 miles northwest of Nassau, but almost 800 acres and even had a little airstrip, although we'd just use it to park planes. If it had been 15 miles, it would have been easy. Just like Athens, but 50 miles was a lot farther.

But we had airplanes and stupid fast boats, so...

I decided to go see them but was leaning towards the obvious solution. I'd buy both. Then we'd have the in-town house, available now, while we developed the bigger place. Money, it's only money. What was amazing was I was going by myself. Not by choice. Grace was visiting her mom and Valeria and Mia went with her. I love her family, but it was girl's week and I'm, well, not a girl. I'd asked around to see if I could find someone fun, but everyone was busy. I asked everyone. If you were at least 7, I asked. 7, remember?

No one.

So off I went in my F-81. I'd found a boutique resort called the Marley Resort and Spa which was on the beach and just blocks from the house. It was built in Bob Marley's old house. Seriously. Just a dozen or so themed suites. It sounded cool and they agreed I could land in their parking lot. I had to laugh, because the only available suite was the Honeymoon suite. If only Grace could have come.

I could load a car then drop it to the ground. I needed a car, you know. It is not like I could rent one. So what car, what car? A convertible, of course. Do I go old school? More modern? What image should I show? I wanted the realtor to take me seriously, so I decided to go decidedly upscale. Ah, the Aston Martin Vanquish. A nice choice. Complete with Dionysus license plates. Hey, we didn't care about plates, but our cars ended up everywhere and it would just get worse now that we could flit about with cars in our planes and the cars could fly. This one was just a car. Nothing special about it.

Honestly, it wasn't my favorite convertible, but it did send a message.

I was about there and floated down into the parking lot. I dropped the stairs and there was a lot of people standing around. Hey, it's not like I was a Martian. They were going to freak now though. I closed the door using my Apple Watch. Yeah, no remote now. I hit another button and the bottom of the plane dropped, holding the car. It was really kind of cool. I got in and drove it out from under the plane and closed the hatch.

Well I was in the Bahamas now! My appointment was at the house in about 10 minutes, so I didn't even check in yet. I drove down Bay street and pulled into the driveway. Nice curb appeal. It looked great. There was a midsize Mercedes in the driveway, but no one was in it. When I got out of the car, a woman bounded out of the house towards me. Yes, bounded. She seemed a bit out of place. By her looks she should have been in Sweden. Tall, leggy, busty, and falling out of the top of a nice sundress.

OK, I kind of enjoyed that. I'd dressed up, in very nice slacks and a silk shirt and had a pair of Bentley sunglasses. Yes, that Bentley. They were stupid expensive -- over $15,000 -- but I was sending a message. She walked up and I could see her sizing me up. She looked at the car too.

I didn't look 16.

"Hi, you must be Orlando. Nice sunglasses. You don't see many of the Bentleys," she said. Well she knew sunglasses, but then again in this price range of house, I probably wasn't the first to be wearing a pair.

"Let's show you the house," she said, taking my arm and pulling me right against her. Yeah, she was rubbing her breasts on my arm. I knew it was her sales technique, but I can't honestly say I really minded. They were very nice breasts. As I looked down, I got a shot right down her braless top.

Yep, didn't mind at all. She knew the house incredibly well. I was impressed with her preparation. It was quite nice. Nothing like any of our homes, but still quite nice. I liked it, but it didn't make me have to buy it. So, I told her that.

"I'm happy to show you more," she said, still pulling me into her breast. She'd led me around the entire house that way.

"I'm not sure exactly what you're looking for. I have two houses on Lyford Cay, about 18 kilometers west of here. There a little smaller, 5 bedrooms each, and around 15,000 square feet, but they both have glorious beachfront. In fact, they're next door to each other. I admit, one is overpriced at $40 million, but the other is pretty fairly priced at a little under $20 million. It's funny, because they're the same seller. I think they just like the one house more. It is on a much larger lot.

Two houses next door on a nice beach. Oh yeah, I wanted to see them. I did like this house though, so I might buy more than one. OK, this was still weird to us all. I told her I'd like to see them, and she said we could go right over because no one was in residence. She mentioned all three homes were available furnished. Cool.

I wasn't enthralled with all the furnishings of this house, but they weren't bad.

We hopped into my car and set off to the other properties. We'd come back for her car. Odds are I'd own the house anyway. I admit I wondered if she'd be having breakfast with me. You know, breakfast. See why I drove the Aston Martin? I needed to be, well, 18-ish. Oh, I wouldn't do anything until it was in our house, which was our consulate. Careful, we are. Crap, I sounded like Yoda.

We pulled into the driveway of the larger house and it certainly had nice curb appeal too. We walked through the house to the back and she pointed out where the boundaries of the private beach was for each house. Then we toured both houses. I steered her to the other side, since that arm was getting tired. Oh yeah, she led me around again. She made a point of letting me see down the top. I know, I know, just sales, but I like nipples, OK?

I liked both houses a lot. For the money, the less expensive house was the bargain. Yeah, the $20 million bargain. I pulled her over we sat on the couch. There was furniture everywhere in the room, but there was sure no space between her leg and mine and her hand was on my leg.

"OK, I like all three, but they're all overpriced. Make an offer of $25 million for the first house and a combined offer of $49 million for these two houses," I said. She just looked at me for a minute.

"I'm not sure I understand which house are you making an offer on?" she asked.

"All of them. I want to buy all of them," I said. Yeah, that got a bit of a squeal and a kiss. Well that was nice. She pulled out her phone and sent a flurry of texts. While she did, I mentioned I'd like immediate occupancy and could wire transfer the money today. That got another squeal. It didn't take long.

"All three offers were accepted," she said. "Payment into two escrow accounts." She showed me the account information on her phone. Oh, this part was cool. I took a picture of the account numbers with my phone and almost immediately she received payment confirmation.

"You've already paid for all three," she said. "Wow. Listen, I don't usually mix business with pleasure, but can we please fuck? You're sexy and I made a fortune."

Well sure. The app made them consulates too. We were very efficient at making our houses safe places to fuck. I took her hand and led her into the master. She dropped the dress and undressed me. She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She was good at it.

"I want your first load on my breasts," she said. Well, it didn't take long. I pulled her up and laid her back on the bed and cleaned up my mess, kissing it to her. Yeah, she was into that. Then I slid right in.

Yeah, she was good at that too. She wanted me to cum inside her, which was also cool with me. Damn it was a good fuck. She hopped up and pulled on her panties quickly.

"My husband will enjoy that," she said with a laugh.

"Why don't you invite him over?" I said. "He can get some more right from the tap." That got me a big smile. A really big smile.

She pulled out her phone and texted him.

"15 minutes. He'll meet us right here," she said. Right in the bedroom. How handy.

"Tell him to drop his clothes on the way," I said. She laughed and texted him that. We laid back in the bed and not quite 15 minutes later the bedroom door opened and in walked the biggest, strongest black guy I've ever seen with a cock that was longer and thicker than Tim's. Not what I expected, but holy shit. He was carrying, of all things, a bottle of lube.

Well that was handy. I rolled over and got up on my knees. I hoped that was why he brought the lube.

It was.

It was a struggle, but he finally got it all in. I explained to her how she should slide under me. She took me in her mouth. I was getting fucked and sucked. I sure liked that. He swelled but pulled out and aimed his cock and covered his wife's tits and more with an incredible load of cum.

That's when I realized I didn't even know her name. OK, that could wait until after I added my load to her chest.

That could wait again. I had cleanup. I think he appreciated that I kissed half of it to him. She enjoyed the other half, for sure. We ended up in the jacuzzi. Hey, it was my jacuzzi now, right?

I finally found out their names. Seriously, in the jacuzzi. Hey, I was distracted. She was Maisie. Yes, Maisie, from Atlanta. That explained the accent. He was Lyron. They'd met when she was a cheerleader for the Atlanta Falcons, and he was their star defensive back. That explained his size. Well, not that size.

"Honey, he's adorable, but I'm a bit surprised you were fucking a 16-year-old," said Lyron. "He was damn good though." Yeah, he added that with a laugh.

"What the hell do you mean? He's not 16," she said. "He just bought $74 million worth of houses from me."

"Houses? Plural?" said Lyron.

"Yes, including the one we're in, the one next door, and the amazing one you like so much," she said.

"Well, he can certainly afford them, but he is definitely 16," said Lyron.

"How in the world would you know?" she said. He just shook his head.

"Because you made me see his freaking movie four times," said Lyron. OK, now it was my turn to laugh.

"Four times? Really?" I said.

"There is only one movie I've made you see four times and you cried as much as I did," she said. "There's only one boy in that movie. He's the freaking Prince of Dionysus now."

"Well, I've grown a bit since then," I said.

Yeah, that got a squeal.

"I just got fucked by a prince!" she squealed.

"Yeah, I know, me too," said Lyron. I guess I hadn't mentioned that yet.

I liked these two.

I hadn't expected to actually own a house, or houses, quite this fast and now I didn't need my hotel suite, but I knew I'd be paying for it anyway. I offered it to them for the night and got another squeal.

Then I shared that I was looking at an island tomorrow and asked if she'd represent me.

That got a squeal and a blowjob. OK, Lyron gave me the blowjob, but still. Oh, in a 69. It turned out that he'd come prepared, so while we were blowing each other, Maisie fucked me with a strap-on.

Yep, I definitely liked this couple. I sent them on to the suite and told them I would meet them there at 0900 and had arranged transportation to the island. OK, I didn't mention it was my F-81. They headed home and I retrieved the plane. I was gone before they got to the hotel. I'd arranged for everything to be paid and a bottle of our best wine to be in their suite.

Because I could.

I had the afternoon to kill so I decided just to go for a drive. I thought I'd buy a few cars to load up the three garages. I'd checked and there was a Mercedes dealer, a BMW dealer, and a Volkswagen dealer. There was also Ford and Lexus. There were others, but those would do. I went and bought a nice GLS63S, but before I bought anymore, I was going to the zoo. I took the GLS, for no other reason than it was new, and they promised to drop the Aston off at the house. The bigger one of the pair that were together.

Yes, the zoo. I liked zoos. I'm a kid, remember? I did wish someone was with me, but alas, that was not to happen. At least I'd gotten laid. Yeah, that made me laugh. Oh, I was getting laid tomorrow too. Right?

I pulled into the zoo parking lot and headed towards a back corner. Yeah, I was one of those people that parked far enough out to not get door dings. As I got into the area, I saw a group of three people. It looked like two men and a young woman about my age.

Oh shit. They had grabbed her and were dragging her towards a van. Shit, shit. I didn't have time to call anyone. I didn't even know who to call. I did the dumbest thing imaginable.

I got out and ran towards them. One of them men held on to her and the other turned towards me.

With a knife. A big freaking knife. Shit. The poor girl was crying, and her dress had been pulled off her shoulders, exposing a breast. Yeah, that all flashed into my head in an instant before the guy with the knife lunged.

Well shit. Luckily all of us had extensive martial arts training. Hey, we're rich. We needed to be able to protect ourselves. Instinct kicked in and I let his movement bring him close and grabbed the wrist holding the knife.

The sound of both bones breaking in his wrist was not a sound you wanted to hear. It certainly wasn't a sound he wanted to hear. The knife dropped and I kicked it away. He fell to the ground writhing in agony. Luckily I was paying attention, because the other guy let go of the girl and came after me. I could hear sirens in the distance. Thank God.

I did almost the same move and grabbed his wrist and pulled. His momentum and my pull yanked him off his feet. Too bad for him that my back was about a foot ahead of a wall. A concrete wall. The thud sound of his head hitting the wall was worse than the sound of the bones breaking. He fell flat on the ground, out cold.

That's when the police arrived. They came out guns drawn, but the girl and I both held up our hands and waited until they calmed down. Given she was disheveled, and I was dressed in several thousand dollars' worth of clothes with a Rolex on my arm, they pretty quickly figured out we were not the bad guys.

Plus, they recognized those two, or at least their description. They asked us to come back to the station to file a report. I knew I was cool, given my diplomatic status, but I was still concerned for the girl. They told us to follow them. They must have assumed she was with me, because they clearly expected her to ride with me. By then she had rearranged her dress and you could just see the set in her jaw. She got in the car like it belonged to her.

I had absolutely no clue what was going on, but I got in the car and we followed the police car. When we got there, they tried to separate us.

Yeah, no. I invoked diplomatic privilege, which freaked them out. Really freaked them out. Them they tried to take her away.

"Stop. She is under diplomatic protection of the kingdom. We are happy to provide a statement, but she will not leave my side," I said. That got quite a stare from her, and a lot of confusion from them. Just then the Mayor swept into the room.

Yeah, that mayor. He startled me by pulling me into a bear hug.

"My friend, my friend," he said. "We have followed your family with considerable joy." The police became deferential and we ended up making a joint statement, with the mayor in the room. That sure settled things down. We told our joint story and then she explained how she had been at the zoo with her family and they'd grabbed her. Just as she finished, someone came in with an iPad. The investigators watched it and their tone changed.

Security footage was my guess. The new person explained that there had been several recent kidnappings and that when they went to the home that the two bad guys shared, they had found three young girls handcuffed to beds. Safe, but badly hurt, and they had clearly been assaulted. Yeah, assaulted. They were in the hospital now.

Suddenly we were heroes.

Just then the door opened and a couple in their forties swept in with a girl that looked like the younger version of this girl.

Whose name I still did not know. The mom started to really jump all over the girl that was with me but then looked at me.

And stopped. Mid-word. Stopped.

"You're Prince Orlando," said the mom. Oh boy. Finally, things settled down and they let us all leave.

Oh, and her name was Faith. Her younger sister was Charity. Oh boy, were they religious zealots? I wouldn't handle that well. The folks in our religious community were so cool and fun. Yeah, fun.

Faith was 15 and Charity was 13.

Their mom was Diana and their dad was Devon. They were on vacation from Columbus, Ohio. The parents were both professors at Ohio State and no, they were not religious zealots. They were family names. It turned out this was the trip of a lifetime for them and they had missed their return flight on a budget airline whose next flight wasn't for a week. They were not sure what to do.

Well, lots of ways out of the problem, all of which I could easily handle. I assured them I would help them through everything, and they all calmed a bit.

"We know all about Dionysus," said Charity. It turned out Faith knew exactly who I was but was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. Good girl. I suggested it was already after lunch and that I would be happy to help them in any way that I could. I suggested we all go to my house, have lunch, and figure everything out.

Now, which house. I'd texted Maisie to push our island trip back a day. There were things to work out, they were all attractive, and I was curious about her comment that they knew all about Dionysus.

Hey, they were all attractive. I already said that.

We headed back to the twin houses. As I pulled in the driveway of the larger one, I was surprised to see a yacht moored. Oh, wait, I knew that yacht. The Fincantieri Private Bay customized to our design. 120 meters, 394 feet. Reconfigured for 14 luxury cabins. We gave up the upstairs pool for controls. You know, a fly bridge of sorts. That was OK, since there were two other pools. If it was configured as I had specified, there would be a Midnight Express 60 in the garage. Yes, the bigger one. Both the mama and the baby were using hybrid power. The 60S as we called it, in homage to the AMG S models, could top 220 knots.

That was a little scary.

Heck the yacht could hit 150 knots. Not scary. Windy though. This one was my design. It was great fun.

But how did it get here? Better yet, who came with it? We went inside, with the family all jabbering about the giant yacht, and there was a note on the counter.

Your dad asked us to drop it off. Had to scoot. Have fun. Jenny.

Shoot. Couldn't believe I missed them. Yes, them. Charley would have been with her. After all, somebody had to pilot the chase boat, which I am confident was Dad's new bigger yacht. Yes, bigger. Bigger than the 475. It was a Lürssen yacht, just like the formerly largest yacht ever built. They built the Azzam, which at 180 meters held the old record. Oh, they still held it. Dad was really private, but he did like his toys.

210 meters. 689 feet. 135 knots.

It was one hell of a boat.

I guess I'd have to live with only 394 feet. Right?

I realized that I'd invited them to the house but had no food. Out of habit, I opened the refrigerator.

Fully stocked. What? How? Maisie?

Nope. Juan and Sofia, who walked out from the back of the house with Pedro and Maria. I think I squealed this time and got big hugs from all of them. Given Sofia and Maria were topless, I understood the looks of appreciation they all got from my new friends. Juan and Pedro were in white speedos. Small white speedos. They got appreciative looks too.

Because damn they looked good. I glanced at my new friends and noticed Devon was hard.

So was Faith. Interesting. Faith saw I noticed and had a stricken look. I returned her look with my biggest smile.

Yeah, she smiled back.

Once we got the introductions out of the way, Sofia shared that the Princess Grace was fully stocked as well.

Yes, I'd named the boat the Princess Grace and anyone that didn't know us would not understand to whom I referred. Let them think what they want. We all trooped out to the dock and climbed on board. I was used to the 131, so this was huge. OK, I was used to the 475, but that was Dad's boat.

Boat. We called them boats. To us they were boats, OK?

We walked back to the pool on the back of the boat and Pedro and Maria shimmied out of what little suits they had on and dove in. OK, fine by me.

Then Faith and Charity pulled their dresses over their heads.

Damn. Double damn. They were beautiful. They looked so much alike, with small A cup breasts and amazing bodies. One of them just happened to have a cock.

I think they appreciated the fact that everyone to whom they were not related moaned.

Nope. Not right. Their parents moaned too. That was a good sign.

I told them to all have fun and Devon, Juan, and I headed up to the sky bridge. I undocked us and pulled us out and headed out to sea. We were still careful and went into international waters before anything happened. Just to be safe. The three of us chatted as we did it, then Devon surprised me.

He walked over to Juan and took the front of Juan's suit in both hands.

"May I?" asked Devon. Juan just smiled and nodded.

Which is how I ended up watching Devon give Juan one hell of a blowjob. He paused long enough to strip and when Juan came, he aimed it as his own chest and cock. I'd set the boat on hover and already told them both that. Devon got up and headed for the elevator.

Oh boy. Juan and I smiled at each other and followed him. We walked out to the pool and Devon stood beside the pool. I think he was posing.

"Hey, Dad already got some," said Faith.

"Juan or Orlando?" asked Charity.

"We want some," said both girls together.

"Us too," said Pedro and Maria.

Oh, today was going to be fun. Really, really fun.

Faith and Maria paired up and so did Charity, Pedro, and I. We ended up in just a big fivesome and put on a show for the older folks. Except then they joined in. I ended up in a train fucking Devon while Juan fucked me, and Devon was going down on Maria. Oh, we rearranged and used up the men. No, that's not right. We used up the cocks.

That was OK.

We finally came up for air when lunch was ready. Steaks, lobster bisque, and a couple nice bottles of wine. Devon and Diana balked at their kids having wine and Pedro and Maria both snorted. I had to explain to them that this boat flew under the flag of Dionysus and that while we certainly wouldn't push them, both Faith and Charity were legally adults on the boat.

"Cool," said Charity, pouring herself a glass of wine. Devon and Diana didn't say anything, just let her do it.

"Wait," said Maria. "Try a little of that, but not a lot. Hold on." She ran back into the kitchen and came back with a different wine bottle. Oh, good choice, good choice. The wine we were drinking was outstanding and about $10K a bottle.

The wine Maria had chosen was our finest. $32K per bottle and worth every penny.

"Wait," said Devon. "It was hard enough to drink a glass of this wine. That wine costs more than our car."

I just smiled and popped the cork.

"So did the boat, but you're riding on it," I said, with a laugh. "Enjoy."

It was a heavenly wine. We headed in after lunch, because I still needed to buy cars and had something else to do too. I'd never even made it to the zoo! OK, not the zoo. I explained that I had an appointment in the morning but had plans for us all the next afternoon.

"But we have to get home," said Diana.

"For what?" I asked. "What's the rush?" They went through the standard parenting BS. OK, not BS. You know. School wasn't in session for any of the four of them. They were also people whose skills we could use. It had been so obvious that the kids were smart. They also knew more than they should about Dionysus.

I suggested they check out of their hotel and they could move into the house next door and enjoy another week and I'd arrange their transportation home.

"The house next door?" asked Devon. "With your neighbors?" I had to explain that I owned them both, which surprised even Juan. I sheepishly admitted there was a third but explained that our family liked to share houses with their friends.

"But three?" said Faith. "Really three? I'll bet you're looking at another one tomorrow, aren't you? That's your appointment." I just suggested that they go with me and see. Given I had the 394 now, we could just take that, and I mentioned that.

"If you just changed the plan, how were you getting their before?" asked Charity.

"Yeah Orlando, where is your plane?" asked Pedro.

"At the third house," I said.

"How can a plane be at a house?," asked Diana.

"Did you fly your plane?" asked Maria. I nodded.

"His plane can take off and land vertically. He flies an F-81 fighter plane," said Maria.

"What!" said Faith. "A freaking space plane?" They pushed me to explain what the F-81 was to their parents. These kids did know a lot about Dionysus. I promised them I would take them into space sometime this week.

I pulled Faith to the side to explain where I was going. I didn't want her to be surprised. I saw the set in her jaw before she even spoke.

"I'm going with you," she said. I could tell she expected a fight. My guess is that her parents were a little overprotective because of her sexuality. I know they didn't want her to get hurt, but they also couldn't smother her. Not my business, but I hoped to find a way for them to realize there was a different approach.

OK, it involved lots of fucking, but they had that part down. Watching Faith fuck Devon was pretty damn fun. Damn, a tangent, and this afternoon was important. Faith and I went and changed but first I showed her the closet room. Yeah, it got me a nice squeal. Then she fucked me, right there on the carpet. It is soft carpet. She laughed and said she'd saved that one for me. How sweet. Oh, did I mention the entire family was with us in the closet?

Well, I don't mind an audience. Charity cleaned me out nicely while Faith explained where we were going. As expected, Devon dug his heels. Interesting, he is the overprotective one.

"OK, let's back up a bit," I said. "My apologies in advance because I am going to cross a line here." Diane laughed.

"We just watched our daughter fuck you," said Diane. "Not many lines left."

"Yes, there is," I said. "Because you're OK with that in private but you can't protect Faith by not exposing her to the world. I know she isn't in your country, but we have different rules for a reason. It sounds like you know a bit about Dionysus. You know it works."

They both looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I know that was directed at me," said Devon. "Diane tolerates, but doesn't like, how overprotective I am. Even I know it. I am worse with Faith than Charity, and Faith is older. The thing is I don't care that Faith is a girl with a cock. I'm proud of her that she is comfortable with who she is. I'm just scared about things like what happened today. What would they have done when they learned the truth?" Before I could respond, Charity did. Yes, Charity.

"Well fuck that Dad," said Charity, with some strength. "Faith is a grown ass girl and you treat her like a China doll. Stop it."

And it was settled. By the 13-year-old.

Faith and I left in a gorgeous Ferrari Pisto convertible. I guess I really didn't need to go car shopping now. The garage on the 394 was full of fun vehicles. Yes, the boat had garages for baby boats, if you consider a 60-foot boat small, but it also had a car garage and a ramp. All of these cars flew too. I got us to an open part of the road and hit the button.

Faith squeals a lot. We had a few minutes, so I flew us around and showed her the sights from the air. Hmm. People seem to be staring and pointing. Well, we are an attractive couple. That was it, right?

We landed and drove to our destination. The hospital. We were going to go visit the three girls and their families. The girls that the police had saved. We parked and walked in the front of the hospital. Shit. Camera crews. Someone recognized me and I had to do the no comment walk through the throngs. It had clearly gotten out that I was involved. Shit, I hated that. Security escorted us through a door and a man in a suit almost ran up. He was cute. No, that's insulting, but he kind of was. He was about 5'5" (165 cm) at best, in a beautiful suit. He introduced himself as Basil, the hospital director. He was a bit effusive, but we let him roll a bit. We finally explained that we wanted to visit the three young women and their families. He said he would personally escort us. We took an elevator up to the fourth floor and he took us into a big room with three hospital beds and a crap ton of people. Oh, they were sharing a room. I asked Basil if private rooms were available, at our expense. He assured me they were, but I told him I would offer it to the families, but it was their call. As it turned out, not one of the three girls wanted a private room. They had been through too much together.

Since we appeared to be the focus of everyone's attention, I introduced Faith and myself. Well, we didn't expect applause, but that's what we got. The director excused himself and we spoke to each family individually and learned more about their situation. I could see a pattern. They had targeted tourists that were not well-off. Not necessarily poor, but likely wouldn't have anyone to advocate for them. They had clearly done research beyond just snatching a random girl. That was scary as hell.

The first girl was from Norway. She was a mess. Oh, they'd cleaned her up, physically, but she had withdrawn in her shell. She hadn't spoken since she was rescued, and we would learn she hadn't spoken in captivity at all. The other two girls talked and talked to her, just to keep her going, but she never responded.

Well fuck.

I did see a spark in her eyes when she saw me. She knew who I was before I even mentioned my name. I pulled a chair up close but not too close. I asked if I could hold her hand. After an initial look of panic, she nodded yes, and I took her hand in mine. Her hand was so small.

Probably because she was 7 years old. Shit. I know our 7-year-olds were different, but this was a scared, tiny little girl whose exposure to sex was an assault by an adult male. I could feel a little tension release while I held her hand, but she was still freaked out. I had a decision to make because I have no training, but it felt right to me.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked. She nodded and I caught the tiniest of smiles. Progress.

"Did you already know?" I asked. She nodded again.

"When did you first know who I was?" I asked. I didn't expect an answer. We were all surprised.

"I love your movie with your sisters and Harrison Ford," she said. "My parents don't know I've seen it." From the shocked looks on their face they didn't know but knew what the movie was. Or they were surprised she talked. Or both.

"That was a tough movie to make," I said. She frowned and nodded.

"This whole situation sucks, doesn't it?" I said. She frowned even more, and a tear slipped out. Shit, maybe this wasn't the right approach.

"You know there are people you can talk to about it. Safe people. People that understand. Even people that have been through something like this. People like me," I said. Her face went through a bunch of emotions, but curiosity won. I like curious people.

"You went through this?" she asked, quietly. Well, down the rabbit hole. I nodded.

"No one outside of my family knows, but I was raped when I was 3 years old. Repeatedly," I said.

"In the butt?" she asked, solemnly. OK, I had to not laugh, but it was difficult. I almost said it was hard, but no, just no.

So, I nodded.

"Ouch," she said.

She seemed to be coming out of her shell. She was squeezing my hand a little more.

"You can say no, I promise, but would you like a hug?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded. She was so damn cute. This was so unfair. I leaned over to give her a gentle hug and she wrapped her arms around my neck and wouldn't let go. She let loose crying. I stood back up, bringing her with me, and she just clung to me bawling. I don't know if that was good or bad, but finally she slowed down, and Faith handed her a tissue.

"You can put me down now," she said. I set her down, so she was sitting on the bed. I gave the hospital credit. No gown. They're not very modest. She was in cute Daffy Duck pajamas. Shorts and a t-shirt, but modest. She truly is an adorable girl, so while I don't understand why they did it, I understood why she was a target.

"I like sex," said Inger. "I just didn't want to be raped. My body, my choice." Her parents and brother were on the other side of the bed. Her parents looked shocked. Her brother got hard. Hmm.

"I do too," I said. "A lot. But only if it is consensual. Do you know that word?"

"I'm 7, not stupid," she said, with some grit. I liked this kid. Her parents calmed down, I think from my response. We did the introductions. The girl is Inger. Her mom is Ida, and seriously pretty. Pretty is the right word too. Her brother 12-year-old Terje was thin and had the craziest lock of unruly hair. Her dad is Kjell and was quite handsome, like her mom was pretty. Just an attractive couple in their late thirties or early forties. In different circumstances, I'd do them all. I learned that they too had missed their weekly discount flight. It felt more and more like they targeted people that couldn't raise a big fuss. What was concerning was that it was the same airline. I suspected a pattern.

We moved on to the next bed. We met Araceli, who is from Belize. She is a gorgeous 14-year-old, with caramel skin and bright eyes. Under that look was resignation. Oh fuck.

We met her mom Julissa and her dad Jovani and her brother Donte, who was her twin. It was pretty obvious, given he was lying next to her in her bed, holding her hand. I am impressed that they allowed that. Her parents had the same resigned look.

And yes, same airline. Certainly, a big global carrier, but it still felt odd. I spoke to the family, and Faith did too. No one realized until she told them that she was intended to be the fourth victim.

Finally, we met 10-year-old Piper and her 8-year-old sister Thea. They were with their dad, Arlo. Piper had been missing for almost three months. Holy fuck. Their mom, a scientist, was trapped in Antarctica. Seriously. Well shit. I found out she was at the American base. I quickly texted Leslie, who replied that she would personally pick her up. Oh, her mom is Peyton.

And yes, same airline. I was unimpressed with the efforts being put into this, so I texted Sheila. My go-to problem solver with anything in the investigative realm now. She'd figure it out or find someone that would.

I stood at the front of the room so that everyone could hear me. Just then the door open and in swept a woman, wearing a parka. I have no idea why she didn't leave the parka on the plane. Leslie walked in behind her. Thanks sis. Peyton ran to Piper and her family and we all waited for them to stop hugging and crying. Leslie came and stood next to me with her arm around my waist. I pulled her in for a hug. She whispered in my ear.

"It's fucking cold in Antarctica," she said, with a sparkle in her eye. Once everyone settled again, I started talking.

"I believe all of you know who I am and most of you know my sister, little Leslie," I said. Yes, that got me a playful slap and some laughter. Laughter was good.

"Wait, wait, wait," said Piper. "How the fuck is my mom here?"

"Leslie picked me up a half hour ago," said Peyton.

"In a half hour?" asked Piper, but it was clearly everyone's question. Leslie just shrugged.

"She picked me up in her space plane," said Peyton.

"Well sure," said Piper. "In her space plane. That clears everything up. You went into space?"

"No," jumped in Leslie. "That wasn't the fastest way to get here. But when you're better, we'll take everyone in the room into space." You go sis.

I kind of lost control of the room for a moment.

"OK, we understand the situation a little more. Faith and her family are staying with us," I said. "We have plenty of room, so I'd suggest everyone in this room move in with us and take a week to settle down a bit, then Leslie will take everyone home the long way." Faith turned to me.

"Even with both houses, you can't hold all these people," she said. I shook my head.

"No, not those two houses," I said.

"Sure, sure," said Faith. "Another, bigger house." This time I shrugged. I turned back to the group just as a medical professional came in. I guessed it was the doctor. He ignored me. He was a pompous ass, and no, not just because he ignored me. I just didn't like his attitude. He was blunt and told them that they had been released and needed to leave immediately. He had ZERO compassion. I could tell the three girls were actually afraid of him. Fuck him. I noticed Leslie was on her phone. She looked up and just nodded at me. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it again and nodded to me and smiled. I hoped I was reading this right. I got a quick text too and Leslie nodded again. I pulled out my phone. It was a text from Elena.

You bought a fucking hospital in the Bahamas? Do what you think is right. I'll be there tomorrow.

We get shit done.

"Excuse me," I said, getting the doctor's attention. Oh, the look I got was cold.

"And you are," he said, with as much snark as he could muster.

"I am Prince Orlando of Dionysus," I said in my prince voice. Hey, we all practice it. I could tell that was mildly interesting to him, but nothing more.

"However, you might be more familiar with our family as the new owners of this hospital," I said. "You're fired. We'll leave when we want."

All three girls cheered from their damn hospital beds. He tried a little bit of the you can't do that but security came in. Thanks again sis. They had a little too much fun grabbing him by the arms and dragging him out. The little dude, the administrator, ran in the room in a state of shock. He saw the doctor being almost carried out.

"I didn't like him," I said. "Your new owner will be here tomorrow to discuss next steps." He realized he had been dismissed and left. I could see at least three of the parents shaking their heads. In the end, they all agreed to come with us. We had another doctor come in and got permission to ask a question for the group about any limitations. They had none.

Leslie smiled. She whispered in my ear.

"I flew an E-82. I thought we might need the room," she said. She is freaking amazing. Everyone packed up their things, which wasn't much. I told them we would arrange for everything from their hotel to be couriered over. Leslie and Peyton led the way up the elevator to the roof. About a hundred meters off the roof was Leslie's plane. Floating. In mid-air.

Well, they are hard to park. Leslie hit a button on her watch, and the plane drifted over, and the stairs dropped. Only when we got on board did everyone realize it had been empty. I think they were too overwhelmed to ask at this point. Leslie took the four girls forward with her. You know. Those four girls. I went with them and helped them all get situated. Leslie had even brought a plane with the extended jump seat, so with the co-pilot's seat, they all fit. Damn I love my sis.

I went back out with the families. Leslie didn't get too carried away but got us up quick. I knew she was taking us high enough to officially qualify as space. We kind of got the hint when we floated up against our seatbelts. I unbuckled and floated up and told everyone they could too. The door to the cockpit opened and all five young women pulled themselves out on handholds, including Leslie. We had a joyous time floating and laughing, until Inger changed the tone.

"So, what's it like to fuck in space? Seems like it would be fun," said Inger. There was a consensus of agreement in the cabin. It quickly became clear that all these families played with their kids. Now we were fine with that, but it was a nexus that was a little unusual. Leslie turned on the gravity and we sat and talked, as we circled the earth. I explained my thinking. We walked through people that knew they played with, and the groups were fairly small. Local family and friends, and small groups at that.

Except one. One.

There was a man that all three of the fathers knew that they had met on the golf course and who had become like family to them.

Guess what he did for a living? Yep, a pilot for that airline.

I don't think I needed Sheila anymore. No, that's not true. We needed evidence, so I texted his name to her.

We had the whole can but don't have to talk with everyone. Faith decided to wait for her family. Leslie and I stayed on the sidelines too. We didn't say we didn't watch. And teach them about the socks.

This was an attractive, sexual, group of people. I liked them all. We finally landed and it seemed easiest to land on the 394, because we were all going to move houses. We brought Faith's family on board and Juan and his family too and moved the boat to the biggest house. Maria had moved my plane to the boat too. Yes, she could fly it. Yes, the boat could hold both. We had a lazy afternoon with everyone getting to know each other. The kids mostly played in the pool. No, they didn't have suits. No, they didn't need them. We did get everyone plenty of clothes from the closet room on the boat, but they wouldn't need many for this week. Nekked, you know.

Leslie and I stayed with the adults, on lounges, drinking wine. It was a pleasant afternoon and you could already see the families start to heal. We took the boat out, way out, so if they wanted to play, they could. At one point, I was enjoying the view perhaps a little too much and got hard. Oh, the rest of us didn't have clothes on either. Sunscreen. Lots and lots of sunscreen. I guess Inger noticed, because she walked over, climbed up my legs and while holding herself over my cock spoke.

"May I?" she said. I smiled and said yes.

And she simply slammed herself down on my cock. She freaking bounced and bounced. Oh, I gave her little nipples and clit attention until she went over like a rocket. Which made me go over. She slipped up and off and took most of it on her chest.

So, Leslie and I demonstrated cleanup.

I think she was starting to heal. My hint might have been that she talks. A lot.

Not quiet little Inger anymore.

I think I need a nap

Orlando here. Note to self. A little less wine. I didn't feel that bad but a bit of a headache. Juan and Sofia were impressive though. They hadn't just stocked the refrigerator. I opened the medicine cabinet and had my choice of pain relievers. So thoughtful. Just as I was taking them a blur ran into the bathroom. I turned and the blur jumped into my arms. I barely had time to put the glass down.

I knew that blur. I loved that blur.

Grace. My Grace was with me. Hot damn. Wait did that mean... We got tackled to the carpet by two more blurs.

Yes, it did mean that Mia and Valeria were here.

"Do you know your family is here?" I asked her. She screamed and ran back out of the room, leaving me with Mia and Grace.

"I'll leave you too alone," said Mia.

"Fuck that," said Grace. "Get your damn clothes off."

That seemed like a good idea.

We started off with them in a wonderful 69 and me playing the free agent. I licked. I sucked. I tickled. Finally, Mia had had enough.

"Fuck me," said Mia. "But stop before you cum." I tried. I really did, but in the end I didn't stop quite in time. Grace laughed and cleaned up Mia thoroughly. Very, very thoroughly.

We finished up and it was glorious, but they would only let me use up one. I promised a fun day with our realtors and new friends. We were off to a late start, but that was OK.

"New friends?" laughed Grace. "I'll bet." I took a few minutes to tell the whole story. You can imagine their reaction. Grace was both proud of me and pissed at me. I got it. I kind of was too.

We wandered out to the kitchen and everyone was there. This was a weird experience, at least lately. Everyone had clothes on. Oh, the kitchen of the big house.

"Hey, everyone has clothes on," said Mia. "How weird is that?" OK, our new friends stared. The girls clearly recognized Grace but were polite.

"What do you mean?" asked Diana. Oops. Mia kind of hemmed and hawed. Well in for a penny.

"At home, it is more than likely that everybody in this room would still be naked," I said. "We're a pretty open society." Well that took a weird turn. Charity and Faith immediately dropped their sundresses, leading to a flurry of undressing.

"Nice new friends," said Grace, whispering in my ear.

"OK, this is fine, but we're picking someone up soon, so bring your clothes along. We have swimsuits on the boat," I said. "Finish up. We're leaving in 10 minutes." To my surprise, everyone just rolled with it. We all were on the boat in that ten minutes and everyone was dressed again. I told them that once we had picked up two more people, we could probably stay naked all day, but that sunscreen was important. Maria and Pedro volunteered to apply it to anyone that wanted.

Everyone wanted. They're adorable.

I took us along the coast and put the boat on hover right offshore of the hotel where we would pick up Maisie and Lyron. I left Juan in charge and Grace and I went down the garage and got into the 60S. We loved garages on our big boats. I'd told them to meet us on the beach. I beached the boat and they climbed right on.

"That is yours?" asked Maisie, pointing at the 394. I just nodded. We did the introductions and I told them there was a pretty big group on board. A group they would enjoy.

"Enjoy?" said Lyron.

"Yes, quite a bit. Orlando told me all about you both. I hope to enjoy you both myself," said Grace, with a bit of a leer. They laughed and assured her that would be wonderful. They also knew who she was. Lyron leered. I'd already told her about his endowment, so she was quite excited. Her nipples showed it.

"We'll have several hours until we get to the island anyway," said Maisie. I didn't mention that it was about a 20 minute trip at speed. We got on board and went up to the upper deck. I explained to everyone that it was dangerous to be out on the deck right now because we would be moving fast enough to blow them off the boat. That got a lot of stares, but Lyron, Devon, Juan, and I went up to the upper controls. Grace and Mia went with us. So did Charity and Faith. Valeria stayed inside with her family.

"So, you two are a couple?" asked Faith, with a little disappointment. "Are you a couple with Valeria?" to Mia. Mia just looked at me and I nodded.

"Not exactly," said Mia. "We're a quad group. Orlando and Grace are a couple but are a part of a larger group with Valeria and me. Although I'm more of an occasional."

Everyone moaned. Everyone. It was moan worthy. I got us going and got us up to speed. Oh, they'd exceeded expectations. We were running at 165 knots. Roughly 190 mph. Less than 20 minutes to the island. We got the expected comments on the speed, but we almost immediately started slowing down. We actually anchored and all went down and got onto the 60S. We puttered to the island and pulled it up onto the sand and anchored. Damn this was one fine boat in its own right. It even had a side entry door. Seriously, we went downstairs and out the door onto the sand. It was also a dive door.

One hell of a boat. Pricey, but what did we care. It was the tender for a giant freaking yacht.

Oh, did I mention everyone was naked? Of course, we were and yes, Pedro and Maria had done a fine job. We were all lathered up. I was impressed that they successfully did it without any of the cocks erupting. We were saving them. We left everyone else to play in the surf and Lyron, Maisie, Grace, and I took off on four ATVs that were in the small hanger. It was the only building on the island and the runway was fairly short. It had been an investment gone bust before they got anything else done. The economics of being this far from Nassau ended up not working. We didn't care, but they would. It would have been a solid 2-3 hour cruise for anyone else. A problem.

The island was truly gorgeous. About a half mile wide by two miles long and a bit of a curve. There was a shallow inland waterway that we could dredge for a marina. The original plan was about 150 lots, but we wouldn't do that. We might build another family compound though. There was a slightly larger island about 5 miles to the west called Chub Cay that had a resort on it. Handy if we needed it but we probably wouldn't.

It was perfect. Just perfect. We would have to build infrastructure too, since the only thing that worked right now was a sat phone. We couldn't be without internet! We would bring in ion cubes for power.

Yeah, I wanted it. I didn't even negotiate that hard. They wanted less than $20 million for it. We'd already gotten agreement that we would declare the entire island as a consulate. I don't know why we hadn't thought of this before. That way the owning country didn't have to cede it to us and could still collect taxes, but we had total control. So simple. It opened up so many more locations to us. Yeah, we'd use that.

When we got back to the boat, they had a fire pit going and were making hot dogs and burgers on the grill on the back of the boat.

A fire pit, huh. In the summer. In the Bahamas. What in the world would you do over an outdoor fire? What I say? That's when Pedro and Juan got back off the boat with bowls.

Surely you've figured this out by now. Surely.

S'mores, of course.

The rest of the week was cathartic for everyone. Maybe I'll come back to that in a future entry.

Off to La La Land

Pari here. What a story Orlando just told. This is going to be a little short entry, I think. Morgon and I are off to Los Angeles. No, no, not just us. Shelby and Chip are going with us. Remember, Shelby works as the principal designer for Morgon, building out the mall to be our first Indianapolis school. Chip is her younger brother.

Oh boy they're fun.

But it isn't just the four of us going. We're riding on the Indiana Pacers' team plane. Us! Oh, yeah, I own the team. I guess I can do that when I want. I'm also the pilot today, with Morgon, because I had an E-111 delivered for the team. It took a few extra days, so we didn't use it exactly when I expected, but that was because we had to get the graphics right for the plane. It's an amazing new paint invented by a student at Dionysus Berlin. It paints on as plain white, giving you a nice clean white plane.

But it isn't just paint. Once it dries and is connected to the proper controller, the entire plane becomes an LED panel. A quite crisp, quite bright LED panel. It wouldn't work on a normal plane, though, because it requires an exorbitant amount of power. It is a good thing our planes are ion powered. Just one pretty small cube to power it. Not the plane, that's a little larger. The LED panel.

Anyway, that means we can change the graphics for every flight. When we land, I thought I'd convert the entire side of the plane to be the game. That way anyone at the game, but outside, could watch. Oh, you didn't know we would do that? It is truly cool stuff.

Such a silly thing on which to focus. I'm a little jittery because I have feelings for an older man. After Simpson, I'm not looking for a relationship. I've got time. At least this time I know he's not after my money. He has plenty of his own. You know exactly who I mean. My Indianapolis neighbor. The US is too moralistic for its own good, so I had to be careful. My house. The school. Other places I owned.

I owned quite a few.

The four of us were early. I always overestimate how long it will take to fly from one place to another in a car. Isn't that a weird sentence to type? The plane was at the Executive airport in Zionsville which was only a few miles from the Pacers' training facility. I'd told everyone to meet us at the training facility, which confused them, but they rolled with it. The four of us picked up the plane and then landed in the parking lot of the training facility. We were early mostly because we wanted to ensure there was a spot big enough for us to park. I did think the logo we had displaying was awesome. Old school Pacers logo, with the hand. We floated down and not long after everyone started to arrive.

There seemed to be some surprise at an airliner in their parking lot.

"How the hell did you get that here?" asked Aaron.

"What do you mean?" said Morgon. "It flew in, of course." Yeah, she couldn't hold it and started laughing.

"It lands vertically," said Chip, excitedly. I think excitedly is going to describe Chip's entire trip. Not only was he traveling on the team plane, but he and Shelby were going without their parents. He thought it was some major milestone. I think they just wanted a weekend to themselves. It did take a leap of faith on their part, but they were picking up kids being more than kids pretty quickly.

There was this time...

OK, sorry.

We got them all loaded and ensured everyone was here. Morgon had to do the safety lecture, because their crew didn't know it yet. There was a lot of confusion when Morgon climbed up on a seat to do the lecture. The Pacers' flight attendant stood with her, smiling. I walked up to the front when she was done. Their pilots came out of the cockpit and stood with us.

"Morgon and I will be upfront for the flight. We have to be. We're just going to leave the door open, in case anyone needs anything. The likelihood that you will is slim, since the flight is 12 minutes. We'll be landing in the back of the hotel parking lot. We've already arranged that. We've also arranged a spot at the Staples Center, so we will take the plane rather than busses," I said. "See you in a few minutes. Any questions?"

"Just the obvious one," said Nate. "Why do the two of you have to be in the cockpit?" Morgon snorted. Yeah, well. Before I could answer, their co-pilot did.

"Because neither of us is certified on this airplane. We'll have to go through training," he said. "We can't fly. We're along to observe and begin our training."

"If you can't fly the plane," said Domas. "who is?" This time Victor snorted, and everyone looked at him.

"Now you know why Pari and Morgon have to be in the cockpit," said Victor.

I do love the word bedlam. We finally got them settled down. As it turned out, we were getting away really early, so we took them out over the Pacific Ocean and let everyone have a little bit of jumpseat time at 104,000 feet. It is so damn cool. The E-111 isn't space capable, so one day I'll borrow Bob's tricked out C-80 and take them all into space.

We landed at the hotel. We were staying at the Beverly Wilshire, which is quite nice. I was chatting with Aaron and Popeye, with Chip and Shelby, in the lobby before going up to my room and the hotel manager came up to see if there was anything he could do for me. I assured him there was not.

"Why did you come ask her specifically?" asked Popeye. "I've stayed here dozens of times with the team and you've never come out to speak to me."

"I suppose that's true," he said, with a smile. "A failure on my part, I'm sure. That said, Miss Pari owns the hotel, so I thought it would be nice to meet her. I'll be on my way."

Yeah, they all stared at me.

"You own the Beverly Wilshire hotel?" asked Aaron. "Why do you own the hotel?" OK, this time I snorted.

"Because they wouldn't let me land in the parking lot," I said.

"So, you bought the entire hotel?" said Popeye, with his eyebrows in the sky. He has nice eyebrows. Do people have nice eyebrows? Morgon had wandered up and heard the last part of the conversation.

"She doesn't just own this hotel," said Morgon. "She bought the entire Four Seasons chain. From Bill Gates. Yesterday."

Hey, I had my team do a quick look at the financials and it seemed like a good investment.

"Listen, we need to go," I said. "I want to change quickly. Anybody want to come up?" I meant my group of Shelby, Chip, and Morgon, who all declined, but Aaron followed me to the elevator.

"I'll ride up with you," he said. I think I melted a little. Alone in my suite with Aaron, with only a few minutes. Shit. I used my key card to unlock my floor. Oh, come on, you know I have the penthouse. I own the freaking hotel. The elevator doors opened right into the room.

"You have the penthouse," said Aaron, shaking his head.

"Well, it is my hotel," I said, laughing. I walked back to my bedroom. My bags had been unpacked. Aaron hesitated and clearly didn't know what to do. I loved that he was conflicted.

That meant he was interested.

I took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. The freaking team could wait five minutes. I was wearing a romper. Convenient. He was wearing gym shorts. Also convenient.

"One benefit of buying the hotel is that it is now a consulate property," I said, dropping my romper to the floor. "I hope I didn't misread you."

He didn't answer. He picked me up and carried me to the bed.

OK, we were quick, but it took ten minutes. That included cleanup. He was all about cleanup.

We didn't even have time for a shower, so I was hopeful that fresh clothes would hide the smell of sex, at least on me. I'm not sure it really did. Morgon knew immediately, but she knows me.

I think Victor knew too, if the wink meant anything.

We all got back on board and flew over to the Staples center. We were actually landing, sort of, on the helipad at the Ritz Carlton, which is about a block away. I'll bet you're wondering how we land an airliner on a helipad. Technically we don't. We hover over the helipad with the wheels barely touching. We don't actually put any weight on the building. No one but Morgon and I knew that, except the chief engineer at the hotel. It took a little convincing, but at least I didn't have to buy another hotel chain.

It's pretty darn cool. Of course, then it got a little freaky. That's saying a lot for us. The ramp lowered and four Ford Transit vans rolled out, flew over, and hovered for us to climb in. It's easier if we all just get on the van on the plane but I'd forgotten to explain that.

So, climbing in a van hovering slightly over your helipad a few hundred feet in the air isn't weird, is it? We flew down to the street and drove into Staples Center. I'm pretty sure people noticed. Of course, the vans were emblazoned with our logo.

Oh, I forgot to mention. The plane hovered over the street during the game so everyone could see the giant TV.

Our own satellites

Thom here. Remember me? OK maybe not. I'm an engineer and friends with Orlando. He and I had brainstormed building a private network of satellites to be used by residents around the world. Bob had recently enhanced the design of what were passive RFID tags to include geolocation, communications, and AI-based support functions. Think Siri or Alexa if they were a million times better. The AI tech was Rylee's. She was going to make another fortune and so was Bob.

Unless they just kept it all for us. It was really amazing tech and included thought sensors. Yeah that's as freaky as it sounded. You could communicate with the device with your thoughts. Imagine if you wanted to know the current temperature. You just had to think it and the answer was in your head. It could play videos directly to your visual cortex.

Which was the most incredible side benefit. Think it through for a minute. It could play videos directly into your brain, bypassing your eyes. Are you there yet? If you equipped someone that was blind with a set of earrings and a body camera, they weren't blind anymore. Bob had already setup a foundation to provide the tech to the blind free of charge. Rylee had designed a self-destruct mechanism so that if anyone tried to reverse engineer it would fail. That said, the tech was so advanced that the tech to figure out the tech was too complex for anyone else to figure out. How crazy was that. Did that sentence even make sense?

Most of the satellites were in place. We had launched them with the C-80 transports. I'm afraid Bob had put companies like SpaceX out of business. They were perfecting rockets while Bob had space cargo planes.

Bob had asked me to develop a test plan for the tech and the satellites. I'd built a coverage map that was a series of overlapping circles to ensure 100% global coverage. Then he suggested that I leverage houses he owned to test the tech. I think he also liked that Sam and I were together and was giving us vacations.

In other words, I was supposed to vacation at his houses and test the tech. I loved my job. Right now, I was in an E-82 with Sam on my way to spend a long weekend at Bob's mansion in Hawaii. Our pilots were Horacio and Phary. I was really looking forward to the weekend. Even though I lived in paradise, I worked too hard and rarely played. Now I have an actual boyfriend in Sam. My first boyfriend or girlfriend ever. Yeah I'm a geek.

On the way to Hawaii, I had them land in a dozen different places to test the reception. Just for fun we had brought heavy parkas and winter snow clothes. Why you ask?

Because we landed exactly on the North pole. I'd chosen it for a reason. Not only was it an obscure location, it was the north pole, meaning the magnetic interference would be fierce.

We had to be careful since we had no experience in this cold, but a quick test showed the tech working flawlessly. That was really encouraging.

Damn it was cold.

We got back on the air quickly. On to Hawaii. I am pretty sure it wouldn't be as cold. The coats and stuff went into a locker on the plane. We wouldn't need it, right? We landed at their house and hot damn it was nice. I liked all these kids. Less than a minute after we walked into the house, they were naked and in the pool. I took the time to tour the house and wow it was nice. Really nice. I was pretty confident that we'd all spend the weekend in the big bed in the master bedroom. Bob had made sure to tell me to use the master, since it had the nicest view. Bob's nice like that. He said that a maid service would come in twice a day and they were OK if they found me in bed with three young people. He laughed and suggested they'd probably like to join us if we wanted.

We probably would. We're like that. Everyone in our country was like that!

I walked out onto the beach and tested the tech. As I knew it would, it worked perfectly. Mine was in an earring. OK, for me, wearing an earring was out there pretty far, but it sure was handy. Oh, Bob was up late. It was late morning here, which meant it was almost midnight there. I was getting a call from him.

A video call. Think that one through. No glasses or other kludge. I just saw Bob as if I was standing in front of him. You had to be careful when you answered, since it overwhelmed your normal sight.

"Your majesty. How may I be of service," I said, formally. Then we both laughed.

"Did you make it to Hawaii?" asked Bob. I walked out onto the patio and looked at the naked kids in the pool, including Sam. You could actually send what you were seeing. Bob laughed.

"I guess you did," he said. "Why are you talking to me? Get in the pool. I just wanted to check in. Get your clothes off and get in the pool." He quickly disconnected and I knew good advice when I saw it. My clothes quickly dropped onto a chair and in the pool I was. The wasted no time and pulled me into the jacuzzi. I found myself chatting with Horacio and Phary, getting to know them a little better. While we chatted, Sam was bouncing up and down on my cock and Phary was doing the same on Horacio's.

Then Sam called switch, which found me buried deep into Phary. She had climbed on facing me and damn she is beautiful. Puffies or small A cups. Tight. An incredible smile with a cute nose and intense eyes. Oh, don't get me wrong, Sam is my man, but Phary is stunning. And pretty damn good at what she was doing. She literally milked the cum out of me and then hopped out of the tub. I could tell from their expressions that Horacio did the same and Sam hopped out too. They ran over to a lounge and got into a 69 to clean each other out.

On their side. Oh good. I laid behind Sam and slid in and Horacio did the same to Phary. We made this slow and easy, with lots of licking and kissing and nibbling.

Sure, I've got a nice job, right? I wasn't clear why Bob insisted we needed to test the reception twice a day for three days and suggested locations where that would be best. Paris, London, Barcelona, Sydney, New York, San Diego, Nassau, Prague. We had a long job ahead of us. Can you see me complaining? No, you do not.

We barely left the house in Hawaii. We played in the pool, on the beach, on the waverunners and out on the small yacht. Phary corrected me that it was a boat and that was Bob's preference. Boat it is. We did go into town for dinners and they were incredible. I was having a ball. Literally. I'm worn out. I'll share some of the other stops in a future post.

Rina can't drive

Morgan here. Surely you remember our wonderful friend Rina. Cute as a button red head, like a mini-Amy, which is hard because Amy is a mini-Amy. I'm a little late with this entry.

Oh, you have to go back and read her first story, if you don't remember. I won't tell it here, but it is kind of fun. She was doing so well in school at her university in Amsterdam. She was finally coming to visit us in Dionysus. We knew there was a bit of risk, but given how we met her, we weren't that concerned. You have to take some risks. She'd played with us in Paris, so there shouldn't be any issue but here on Dionysus it could get a little crazy.

Every single day.

I was going to get her, but no helicopter this time. I was taking an F-81. Even Sophia and I usually flew fighters now and were properly trained. It just seemed like we should, in a world where we were becoming more of a superpower.

Yes, Dad had created a superpower. How freaking weird is that. King Bob.

Yeah, we still giggle.

I preferred flying with a co-pilot, as I was still a bit new on the F-81, so I looked in the app to see who was looking for hours. We always wanted to give new pilots hours. It turned out Bailey was available. Oh, Rina might like Bailey. He is Cara's son. Cara runs the police force. Bailey's almost 6 feet and a weightlifter like both his mom and dad. Think muscular, but not muscle bound. Dark hair, a bit of a tan.

With a very thick 8-inch (20 cm) uncut cock.

Ask me how I know. Just ask me.

I used the app to let Bailey know that we'd be leaving soon. He offered to come to our house, but I told him I'd just pick him up. A short hop in the F-81 to his house. You could always see a plane jumping around the neighborhood collecting people before they went somewhere. I kissed Sophia goodbye and told her I'd be back in a while. She had work to do, so was a little distracted, but we'd all get together for dinner. We agreed on the resort. I said I might bring Bailey along, which got a big smile.

"How bold do we want to be with Rina. Should I invite Gilroy to dinner too?" said Sophia. Gilroy was Bailey's 12-year-old brother. A little shorter, but not much, just as sexy, with a nice thick 6-inch (15 cm) cock himself.

"She's going to find out this weekend, one way or another. Gilroy's fun at dinner and fun after and he and Bailey genuinely like each other," I said. "I'd say go for it. That's a nice balance. Three girls, two boys. Find another cock, err boy, if you want."

"What about Jerry, Lia's son? He's fun but only 13," said Sophia.

"Up to you. We'll see you at 1900 at the resort. Bring alone whomever you pick," I said. I got another kiss, and a little grope, and headed out to pick up Bailey. We made it to Amsterdam in just a few minutes and landed at the same FBO we always met her at. I walked in with Bailey and she was waiting. We did the introductions and you could see clearly that Rina liked what she saw. It was even easier with Bailey, given he got hard. Really hard. Remember, 8 inches and thick. It wasn't hard to tell, no pun intended.

Rina said she had to use the restroom, and would I go with her. We got into the ladies' room and she turned to me.

"He's smoking. You've kind of implied that sex was pretty, well, common on Dionysus. Can I seduce him?" asked Rina. "I really need a good fuck."

"Sure," I said. "But it isn't that complicated. Ask him if he'd like to fuck. You can be direct with just about anybody. They'll say yes or politely say no. It's not a big deal." Oh, she smiled at me.

We walked back out and then out towards the plane.

"What in the fuck is that?" said Rina.

"It's an F-81 space fighter," said Bailey, with clear pride in his voice. I loved it.

"Space fighter? As in flies in space fighter? As in fighter?" said Rina.

"Yes," said Bailey. "Although we have the passenger pod installed, so it's more passenger plane than fighter right now." Rina looked at me.

"Can we go into space?" she asked. I just smiled and nodded, and she squealed.

Come on. You'd squeal too. We got on board and we put her in the jumpseat. I let Bailey fly left seat, which got me a grin and a twitch. You know what twitched. He cleared us for takeoff, and we lift off fairly slowly, but then he turned us almost vertical and we shot into the sky, to screams from Rina. She started laughing, so she must not have been that scared. At the pace we were going, we broke the 62 mile barrier in a heartbeat, and he leveled off.

"All the way around?" asked Bailey. I nodded and he played around for a bit and set the autopilot. Hmm. The autopilot.

Oh, he had ideas. I liked his ideas. He unbuckled and floated out of his seat. He swam back and took Rina's hand and used the handholds to pull her back in the passenger pod. Hell, I wanted in too. I pulled myself back and by the time I got there, they were already stripping. I guess they'd already talked. Bailey handed her socks and it is always hilarious watching someone put them on while floating. By the time she did, I was naked too. I went over to the couch and laid down. You know how this works. She kneeled over me. Bailey just watched for a bit. Let's face it, we were putting on quite a show, but then it got dark for me, because he slid right in.

She liked it. I could tell, because she was dripping all over me. Damn that girl was wet. In space I couldn't get a facial, so after a while, Bailey came inside her. I could, however, suck it all out and oh boy did I. She just kept cumming and cumming. Then again, I did too.

Finally, we worked our way back into the cockpit. Rina asked about our clothes and I told her they didn't matter.

We would not be the first people that landed a space plane naked. In fact, I'd probably landed one naked more than I'd landed one clothed. I took off with clothes, landed without.

Yep. Pretty common.

When we landed we wandered in the house and Sophia and Gilroy were already there. Given they were naked, and Sophia had cum dripping down her leg, he'd been there for a bit. Rina got a big hug from Sophia, then a big hug from Gilroy. Hey, he wasn't stupid. She liked the hug, for sure. Then Gilroy and Bailey hugged, and Gilroy groped Bailey a little, which made Rina laugh.

"I didn't know groping was OK," she said with a smile. Both boys walked over and stood right in front of her. She took a cock in each hand and stroked away. I finally made her stop, because we had plans. I told her they boys were going to dinner with us and she could play with them both later. We did the introductions to Gilroy and that's when she realized they were brothers.

"So, the brothers were groping each other," said Rina.

"Sure," said Gilroy. "I learned everything from Bailey. He's a hell of a fuck." Rina loved it. You could tell she loved it, because she started dripping too.

I think she liked it here.

Then Jerry arrived. We were late to dinner.

No one minded.

Like I didn't know

Rina here. They are so dense. Of course, I knew everything that went on, long before I went to Paris with them. I saw the looks they gave each other and how casual they all with how they treated each other. Remember what I used to do for a living. I knew the signs. I wasn't complaining. One of the reasons I did that for a living was because I simply love sex. All day and all night. I'm also kind of little so I knew I was the underage fantasy of a lot of my customers. I got into it. I also liked boys and girls and men and women. You get the idea. I seriously love Sophia and Morgan and aspire to a relationship like that someday. I lean more towards men, so suspect it will be with a man, but now I understand the trios and quads. Yum.

I also knew the first day that they were paying for my education. Gosh imagine that. I mean seriously rich nice people and magically get a scholarship with a stipend that is insane and then it kept getting better.

Coincidence. Sure. I let them believe it until they didn't anymore. They're so damn silly.

Love'em.

And don't get me started on Amy. And Bob. And Ruby. And Gabe.

Oh hell, all of them. Carlina and Tegan were off limits. Darn. At least for now.

We were headed to dinner with Gilroy and Bailey. Jerry couldn't come to dinner, but he sure did cum earlier. Gilroy and Bailey were freaking hunks. I had no idea how old they were, but I didn't care. It was OK here! They didn't know it yet, but I wanted DP tonight. Two cocks. Two cute boys. Two holes. Uh huh. Maybe a little graphic, but I've read the journal. Amy opened it up to me. My guess is she never mentioned it to Sophia and Morgan because they still danced around it.

Makes me giggle a bit. I'll mention it at dinner.

We actually took a car to dinner. A car! OK an SUV and it was freaking nice. A Mercedes. I was forced to sit in the middle of the back seat.

Between Gilroy and Bailey. I tortured them the whole way. First I dropped the top of my sundress, leaving me topless. Then I took each of their hands and put one each on my breasts.

Then I stroked their cocks through their pants.

"Stop it," said Sophia, in a surprisingly stern voice. "Don't use them up."

"We need more cocks," said Gilroy. That made Sophia and Morgan laugh.

"I suppose we do," said Sophia. She pulled out her phone and sent some texts.

Which is why when we got to the resort, I met Ward, his sister Margie, Valerio, and Richie. Three more cocks and one girl. Margie was pretty damn cute though, so I didn't mind. Dinner was great fun. It was like I knew this whole group my entire life. That was my experience with Dionysus. Everyone genuinely liked everyone else. There just wasn't the drama I've lived through elsewhere. I guess it is hard to have drama if you fuck all the time. I know that doesn't make sense, but it does here. Now we're all heading back to Morgan and Sophia's. Oh joy.

Sophia tells me I should finish here and tell tonight's story in another entry. I guess that makes sense. I'll take notes.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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