2 September 2019

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Schools in the Third World

Pari here. I am embarrassed. No more than that. Mortified. We had built a number of schools. In the first world. All in the first world. Some might be more developed than others, but we had completely ignored less developed countries.

That's ridiculous. Yes, Morgan and Chris have made huge impacts but why hadn't we followed them right in? I'm not blaming Nan because she did amazing work. It was just time.

I would make up for it. I had my assistant Eduardo research which cities were the largest with leadership that might be accepting. I wasn't quite ready to overthrow governments. Now most of the world was pretty clear on what's going on, but it wasn't discussed, and no one complained.

I was leaning towards Nigeria first. Lagos to be specific. 21 million people. Like almost everyone, I knew nothing about Lagos. That too was a failing of our educational system and I would fix it.

Eduardo and I were leaving shortly to visit and meet with their Minister of Education. You have to start somewhere, and he had quickly accepted the meeting. Prior to our meeting we had, of course, done our homework. This was not my first trip to Lagos. It was hard to not attract attention in a space plane. So, we had staged a plane in Ibadan, another larger city. You know. An old school G650. They were surprisingly common in Lagos and wouldn't attract attention. Eduardo had leased hanger space in Ibadan, and I'd flown a G650 there and parked it. Tegan had picked me up and brought me back to Dionysus.

So, when we went, we would fly my E-82 to Ibadan, change planes, and fly to Lagos.

But Eduardo flew. Something about a 10-year-old pilot attracted attention.

What we had done so far was extensive. We had located the perfect campus, on the water, on the very tip of Victoria Island. It was an old British facility dating from the colonial days in the 1800s. We had discovered it and figured out it was still owned by the British government, but it was falling into disarray.

I bought it. It had required intervention by our UN ambassador and some seriously stupid money, but it was ours. It was a risk given we didn't have governmental approval, but it would make a statement. It's not like we were short on money.

And we believed educated responsible kids were our future. Don't you?

We also had another proposal to make that we felt would be the clincher. Just wait. You'll hear it. We were just landing in Lagos. Eduardo had arranged a car service to the hotel. No flying cars. Yet. We had a large suite at The George on Lagos Island. We had the car service for our entire stay. We were going to get settled and changed and then tour our new property but not until after our meeting.

No, we hadn't seen it. Yeah we should have but it was a chicken and egg thing. We weren't allowed on the property until we bought it. Even if we bulldozed everything, the location, and 1,200 acres, was worth it.

I guess I should introduce Eduardo. Eduardo was my all-around assistant, both professionally and personally. My major domo, for sure, but more than that. Just a helpful guy. Eduardo was from Zlin, in the Czech Republic. He had been in their Air Force, which meant he already knew how to fly quite well. He was good in most of our planes, but fairly new to the space planes, so I was training him.

He was training me in other ways. Damn. He was about 5'8" in weird US terms. Trim, strong, sexy AF. Oh, he was amazing at everything he did, but he was also eye candy. That's a two-fer I could live with, but he was also just the sweetest guy. I had to remind him to stop being so protective sometimes. He would slip into treating me like a 10-year-old from Zlin, but then I'd fuck his brains out and he'd remember. Even a nice blowjob was usually effective. Nothing like my mouth around your cock to remind you I'm no little girl.

It had already been a long dusty day, so we took a short nap and got cleaned up.

Then we had to get cleaned up again. No, I wasn't reminding him of anything. We were just horny. We were working our way through the Kama Sutra, from the first position. We were up to position 114. We were both learning a lot. He had a wonderful 9-inch (23 cm) thin uncut cock that I just loved. It was multipurpose. Useful in my pussy and my ass. Oh, he liked it when I took it in the ass. He was a caring lover too, with powerful oral skills. We were pretty rested, so I ended up with a load in the front and one in the back and one on my puffies. Oh, he cleaned me up, but we did need another shower.

We were on our way now. Eduardo was in a nice suit and I was in a conservative dress. You could probably predict how it was going to go but you're going to hear the story again, just with new players. We were escorted into his office and, surprise, he introduced himself to Eduardo and ignored me.

But Eduardo was Eduardo. I loved Eduardo.

"It is very nice to meet you," he said. "May I present the Dionysus Minister of Education." Pointing at me. Yeah that look. Both disbelief and that other look. This guy got serious props though. He apologized and was quite respectful. I loved his English. Nigerian English is just slightly different, and he commented that my accent and use of the language was flawless.

I'd done my homework on him and responded to him in Hausa. I knew it was the second most common language in Nigeria and more important I knew it was his native tongue. He laughed and responded in quite simple Hausa words.

"You don't have to limit your word choices," I said. "I am quite fluent." I think I could have knocked him over with a feather. He called a whole group of people into his office to show me off.

I knew who many of them were. Homework you know. I knew at least a few spoke Yoruba so I greet them in that.

Yoruba is a tonal language. If you've never heard it, it is quite a trip. It wasn't that hard to learn but I thought I sounded like a sick bird.

Oh did they respond. We had a nice conversation and then he shooed them out of his office, and we sat down.

"You are quite an amazing young woman," he said.

"Thank you but in my country I am not exceptional. It was the outcome of a truly outstanding educational system. The mere fact I have this role says a lot. The fact that I replaced a young woman that was 4 years old and chose to pass the role along because she just won the Nobel Physics prize does probably qualify as exceptional. Did I mention she was 4? Our program does not tie education to age. It ties it to ability. We treat our children differently and it works," I said.

"I am aware of your schools," he said. "I am hopeful your proposal is to open a school in Lagos but am fearful it will only be accessible to the elite."

"We are here to make just that proposal and it will only be available to the elite but not in the way you are thinking," I said. "Entrance to our school is by examination and we accept the children that our tests say will do the best. For example, I have already graduated," I said. "Many, if not most, of our students attend for free. The kingdom pays their expenses. Some are asked to pay a modest tuition if and only if their family can easily afford it and even then it is voluntary. We do ask our successful graduates to remember us but that is just a suggestion. So far, many have as they view their success as tied to our program"

"That is amazing," he said. "Where are you thinking of placing your campus?"

I explained our purchase and his face fell.

"It is a wonderful location," he said. "But would be inaccessible to our less fortunate. There is no public transportation."

"That brings us to the second part of our proposal but before we go there," I said. "You are aware the entire school will be consulate property and our law will apply?"

"Oh yes," he replied. Then he gave me a huge grin.

Well that went easier than I expected.

Should I? Could I? He was really handsome. No, not yet. After. Oh hell yes after. He just got hard and I can see how far it goes down his pant leg. Oh, I was soaking my panties. Good thing I wore panties. Eduardo was really going to benefit later.

"So, let's move on to our second proposal. We agree that public transportation is an issue. In the short term, we can provide buses for the kids but once we scale to capacity that will not be possible," I said. "We are very aware that you have a well-defined plan for a train system that is being implemented at a slow pace due to available financing. We are prepared to fully fund the entire system on two conditions. The first is that it is done with the latest technology not refurbished cars from Toronto. The second is that we will add a private spur to our school with access controlled by us," I said. "With our resources, we believe we can have our spur and the red and blue lines complete in six weeks and the entire system in 4 months."

He just sat there. And stared.

"Four months. You can have the entire thing done in four months," he said.

"Yes," I said. "At our expense."

"I must go get someone, but it will take me a bit," he said. "Please be patient."

He was gone for almost 20 minutes but came back in with exactly who I expected.

President Buhari

We did the introductions and he got right to it.

"What's the catch?" he asked.

"He explained the special qualities of our schools and students?" I asked. He nodded but his look also answered the question.

"That's it," I said. "We will bring a project manager in to lead the program, with your permission. Work could begin tomorrow."

With that, we shook hands and the meeting was over.

Next up was our tour. We had underestimated our purchase. Yes, it would need some cleanup and we would bring in structural engineers to ensure everything was sound, but it was gorgeous. The buildings were from a different era and simply stunning. We hadn't realized the amount of waterfront or the fully capable marina. There were riding stables which was cool. We didn't have much experience with horses. OK we didn't have any experience with horses. Well, not true. We did have the Riding for the Disabled program, but I personally had never been on a horse. Yet.

We also had not anticipated a runway and hangers. That wasn't in any of the information we read.

The base had been primarily administrative, and we toured those buildings. It turned out it was a training base so most of the buildings were, you guessed it, setup as a school. There was a large office building and what they call barracks but were amazing. They were all setup as private rooms with bathrooms, with a common area on each floor, and a huge dining hall. There were other large rooms that could be rec rooms. There was even a huge gym facility with indoor basketball and tennis courts and an indoor pool. I suspected the pool would need work, but it was a start.

It was freaking perfect.

There was even officer housing including what must have been the base commander's mansion. Yep mansion. It was almost a village. It was straight out of a movie set. Covered in dust, of course, but the furniture in the houses was stunning and I'd bet considered antiques. All the other buildings were furnished too.

We had really scored.

The Minister of Education had assigned us the most amazing young woman to be our liaison. She knew everyone that could help. Everyone. Once she understood that money was available, she had an entire cleaning crew of at least 100 people there that afternoon! We walked the building with the structural engineer, and everything was pronounced perfect. Hot damn.

We hadn't even been here a day yet.

I realized I didn't need to hide the E-82 anymore. We asked for and received permission to land at the school without customs. OK, it did freak a few people out when I flew it remotely and landed it at the school. I'll bet not as much as the people at the other end when an empty plane took off.

We were on a roll.

We started the next day meeting with the team leading the rail project. We didn't know anything but had arranged for a pilot to fly in engineers with the right expertise to upgrade the entire design. Engineers cleared by Jackson, of course. The rail team was almost overwhelmed with excitement. They knocked out a new plan in a day and started a massive hiring program to do every line concurrently.

The local newspaper went nuts with positive articles including a tour of our campus with photos.

On the third day we held a job fair. The Minister clearly understood the unique needs of our school and assigned an entire team to help with the process. We were blunt in the interviews and the excitement was visible.

Visible. It was a good thing it was already our consulate. Visible.

By the end of the third day, we had a school president and the department heads of every major department, both academic and staff. They started arranging meetings at local schools to get recommendations for our first classes. The testing would begin next week. I guess I should at least introduce the school president. Her name was Efe. Yes, culturally, hiring a woman was unusual. She had come in to interview for a teaching role and perhaps a part-time role in administration. Her expectations were modest. Ours were not. She was absolutely perfect for the role. She was late thirties and quite beautiful. A motherly type, so a little big and squishy and she loved to hug. She loved to do other things too and let me tell you Eduardo and I enjoyed them. A lot.

Motherly, whip smart, and experienced in every way.

Perfect. Motherly was quite descriptive because she had two children that quickly tested very high and became our first two students. Her daughter Damilola is 12 years old and wise beyond her years. Her son Akpan is 9 years old and funny, snarky, and sexy. We hired her husband Ayuba too. It made me think a little of the stories of Jesse. Ayuba was a senior member of the maintenance team at the school where Efe taught. Now he was the overall facilities director and would be hiring an extensive staff. You know how both interviews went. They insisted they were not qualified. We insisted they were. We won. The money helped. The opportunities for their children sealed the deal.

Then we sealed the deal with the entire family.

The kids were particularly enamored with Eduardo. That was fine, because I was thrilled with Efe and Ayuba. Efe was just as caring a lover as she is a person. She really focused on me. Her touch was so gentle and attentive. Her tongue, just wow. I kept going over and over. Then Ayuba joined in.

Then he absolutely pounded me with his thick 9-inch (23 cm) cock. I begged him to cum in me and he did. Voluminously. Damilola asked if she could do cleanup, but I suggested Akpan fuck me first.

Akpan didn't fuck me. He made slow, passionate love to me. It was simply incredible. His touch, his kisses, he just made me tingle. I think he liked sloppy seconds from his dad too.

Then and only then did Damilola get to do cleanup.

They were all going to like school.

Conversations with parents were going to be interesting. This is the first campus where we didn't require a Jackson type sign off before testing. We knew the word would probably get out, but it was already the worst kept secret globally. If Efe and Ayuba were an example, they not only came to the school knowing what they could expect, but this was not their first time playing with their children.

Anyway, it was time. More sex for a better world. Hey, that could be our country slogan. Heck, it could be our school slogan if that wasn't already Discretion above all. OK, the two were kind of interrelated.

Eduardo and I headed home. We would visit regularly but were confident it was all in the right hands.

The school opened with 102 students two weeks later. Capacity was over 5,000 so it would take a while, but recruiting was being done for everything from pre-K to doctorates. We knew how to roll out a school. As you can imagine, the press both locally and around the world was outstanding. We even allowed a friendly CNN reporter onto the campus. That was a risk, but she was a really friendly CNN reporter. No photographer, but we did provide appropriate photos. We didn't think the cum covered 7-year-old boy walking across campus naked was necessarily the best opening shot for the report. OK, that made me laugh. Maybe it actually was.

I loved it. We needed to move to the next city.

We had research underway for a whole list of cities but found a suitable property next in Casablanca. Didn't that sound cool? Why go home? We're off to Morocco.

Casablanca...it sounds so exotic

Yeah, still Pari. Eduardo and I went straight to our next city. We didn't have quite the same level of research into Morocco, so we setup the meeting with the Minister of Education first. We hadn't been able to find a suitable location and were hopeful they could help. This story is a tad repetitive, but just showed the power of our educational program.

I'll just leave it that we found outstanding locations in Casablanca, Luanda, Angola, and Nairobi, Kenya. Four felt like a reasonable limit to do concurrently.

Oh, and the handsome Minister of Education in Lagos? 13 inches.

Oh, it fit.

Barely.

We'll revisit the schools in more journal entries.

It is Orlando's turn

Orlando here. They say payback is a bitch. Oh, I'm kidding, sort of.

Remember Mia's amazing show? As part of getting it ready, I had foolishly agreed to have my own show. Since the show season was well underway, I needed to get my ass in gear and get it done. Grace and I took the first pass at my portfolio and picked some of our favorites, but it wasn't enough.

Mia took the next crack at it and added dozens more photos. Photos I would never consider putting in the exhibit.

Oh, she beat the shit out of me for that.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" said Mia. "You pushed and prodded to put tons of pictures in my show that made me uncomfortable. You're going to be fucking uncomfortable too," she said.

"But you picked pictures of people actually fucking!" I shouted.

"Yes, I did. It's time," said Mia, really softly. I just looked at Grace. Especially since the one that Mia suggested being at the top of the escalator was us, and while it wasn't graphic, it was pretty damn clear we were fucking.

And both cumming. You know the face, right?

And yes, it was my shot. It was in Mia's studio here in Paris, just a few weeks ago. It was in the white room, so it was really just us. We were playing around and used both the remote and the self-timer. I liked a lot of shots in that shoot, and some were sensual but not graphic.

I wouldn't have picked this one.

I'm leaning back against the wall, although the wall kind of disappears. Grace is sitting on my lap, facing the camera. My right hand is near her breast and I am very clearly squeezing her nipple. My left hand is in her lap, and actually covers almost everything, sort of.

My left index finger is in a very specific place.

Rubbing her clit.

Both our mouths are open, and our eyes are closed, and if you don't know what someone looks like when they cum, you can imagine it. OK, I admit it is one hell of a picture.

But Mia wanted to include the next shot too. We've turned to our side and our heads are turned, facing the camera. I'm back on my elbows and we're both laughing. The controversial part?

Well, my cock is very clearly covered with our combined juices.

But that's not the controversial part.

You can very visibly see my cum leaking out of Grace, and it had formed a small puddle between my legs, just below my balls. OK, maybe not that small a puddle. It was clearly a lot of cum, and still coming out.

I actually did love the picture, because we're so obviously happy and in love, but come on.

We argued and argued over it, but I lost. Do you know why?

Grace wanted them both in. Grace.

Little innocent Grace that I corrupted and yes, I got a friendly slap when she read this line.

The first shot and the last shot of the show.

We talked through the others and all agreed we needed the models in the studio to look at them. My show was smaller, but it was still a lot of people. We invited them up tomorrow and all of them could come.

And would probably cum. Hey, get a sexy group together and...

Tonight was just Valeria, Mia, Grace, and me. Yes, we're usually still a threesome and Mia was our fourth a lot. Valeria wasn't involved in Mia's show, but she had been in mine. Some of the shots were her too. She wanted one in the show that was me fucking her. Oh it is an incredible shot that someday will be iconic, but the four of us decided that since Grace and I were married, it might not be great to show me fucking someone else.

Too bad, I loved that photo. Maybe the next show. Let's show the poly family.

Oh our night? OK, I'll share a little. The girls had really missed each other, so they made me pull a chair up to the bed and watch. Just watch. As Grace put it, even though I was really good at oral, I wasn't another girl good. I know a challenge when I hear one. As she put it, my penis got in the way of my thinking, because I was always thinking of something going in something. Tab A into Slot B.

Women focused more on the overall sensory experience. I quickly saw what she meant. She was lying on her back, with her head on a pillow, while Valeria and Mia both gave her attention. They massaged her calves. They tickled the back of her knee. They kissed her everywhere. For twenty solid minutes, Grace took turns kissing Valeria and Mia. Light little kisses. Tongues touching gently. Earlobes. Just gentle touches, kisses, and licks. Grace's hands were roaming too. Tweaking a nipple. Rubbing her palm across a clit or a nipple. Slipping a finger in. They just lazily teased each other for at least an hour, occasionally taking the other one over. Finally, they were in a circle, licking and pumping in and out until they all went over with a scream.

"Fuck me," growled Grace. So I did. We got into the golden arches. That worked particularly well because it gave Valeria and Mia access. Lots and lots of access. They gave me the attention they gave Grace. Little touches. Kisses. A rub here. A kiss there. Valeria focused on Grace and Mia focused on me.

"Cum in me," said Grace. That was it and I kept cumming and cumming, while Mia stroked my balls.

Oh God.

Then they made me watch how to clean her out. Grace laughed and admitted I was pretty good at that. Something about my love for cum.

Well yeah.

In the morning people started arriving. I won't go through the list. I'll share as we get to a photo of theirs. We'd asked them all to go through my portfolio and make their suggestions too. They were all tagged with the people, so it was pretty easy to look at your own or anyone else you chose. All of our friends and family could look at them all.

I regularly got notes from them telling me stories about which photos they masturbated to.

The last photo with Grace and me was regularly, um, used. I had to laugh, because Dad added a spot on the website where you could check a box if you had an orgasm looking at a particular photo. Oh damn near all our photos were accessible to at least our close friends.

A lot of people had checked that photo.

Including Mom and Dad.

And Sophia and Morgan.

And all of both Carlina and Ruby's clans.

And Chris, Noah, and Rylee.

And Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie.

And Grace and me. Yeah, we stroked off to ourselves. Hey, we looked sexy.

Sorry, but I did like that photo. I just couldn't believe we were putting it in the show. We needed some kind of disclaimer.

OK, on to the queries for the models. Gabe and Carlina had suggested the next photo, so I had to decide. Carlina is on her hands and knees, looking up and smiling at the camera. You can't see much, but if you look closely, you can see her nipples. She's more than smiling, she's laughing. It's a great shot of her.

Gabe is behind her, leaning over her, laughing too. You can see his bare chest, but nothing below that. His legs are spread to the side of hers, which puts his midsection behind her.

You can actually see right through both pairs of legs, below Carlina.

But you don't see one thing that you should. You don't see Gabe's cock dangling down. Think about it for a minute. If it isn't dangling down, where is it?

Got it yet?

They wanted us to use a picture of a 14-year-old boy fucking an 8-year-old girl. Yeah, they're married, but still.

Mia and Grace both loved it. I guess it was in. We really were pushing it.

Ruby wanted one in but the other model, Juanita didn't, so it was out. It was a great photo though. Juanita is on the floor, lying down, and it is shot from the side. Ruby is straddling her, leaning forward, with a hand covering each of Juanita's breasts. Ruby's puffies are on display and the nipples are clearly hard. This was before her A cups.

The angle is right that if you know of Juanita's, um, equipment, you can figure out where it was.

"Listen, I love the photo, and I loved making the photo a lot," said Juanita. "But if you use this, the haters will use it against every transgender person on the planet. Leave it private and jackoff to it if you want, but not in the show. I don't mind being nude, not anymore, but not this one."

Ruby went to the keyboard and brought up another photo and Juanita laughed.

"Yeah, I don't think you can use that one either," said Juanita. It was basically the same shot, but an adult was sitting on Juanita. A very famous adult. Famous because he played in the NBA.

Yes, he.

It was actually a series.

"Go forward two shots Ruby," I said. Juanita actually blushed. The NBA star was sitting upright, not covering Juanita's breasts. His cock wasn't hard anymore and Juanita's tits were clearly covered in cum.

"That was fun," said Juanita, with a laugh. I'll bet it was.

Oh wait, I knew it was. We'd recreated it with the same NBA star, except he was on the bottom.

And I was on the top.

And Grace was on his face. She and I were kissing.

And there was cum everywhere.

Of course, in the next shot Grace and I are licking it off of him. Yeah, maybe not quite ready for that one.

Back to the task of choosing photos. We sped through the exhibit quickly, on the big monitor, and everybody loved them. Some great beach shots. Some fantastic shots I took while skiing in Chile. Some fun shots at the lodge in Chile too.

"Wait, wait," said Ruby. "That reminded me of a ton of pictures." No, she couldn't mean that.

She did. I took a lot of shots of people playing with s'mores. A lot. It's pretty fucking sexy. Ruby threw up one and I admit, we could use it, but it was risqué.

For the King and Queen. It's hard to describe the angle, but Mom is laying back and her nipples and her pussy are so covered with chocolate that you can't see anything. Dad is kneeling over her and you see he had the s'more in his hand. The way it is cropped you can't see him below the waist, but you can see his chest and how ripped he is. He is very intent on drizzling the chocolate in all the right places.

"Oh, use it," said Mom. "We look great." Well, they did.

Ruby brought up another one. It is from a slight angle, so you can clearly see Dad's butt, but not more. You can see Mom's face and she is clearly, um, happy. Her breasts are clearly visible, with just streaks of chocolate left.

You can't see the other chocolate, because Dad is blocking it.

With his head. He is so clearly licking her and it is also clear she is having an orgasm from it.

"Oh yeah, that one too," she said, and Dad laughed.

"You're kidding, right?" I said.

"Why? We're married, we're having fun in our marriage and we're being creative," she said. "And everybody loves a s'more. Heck, we own the factory for Graham crackers in South Europe. We'll make a fortune." Dad couldn't stop laughing, but he agreed there was nothing wrong with it.

"Wait," said Sophia, and she took the chair at the computer from Ruby. She put another picture up.

It was the exact shot, except it is Morgan having the orgasm. There is still quite a bit of chocolate on her breasts, but a perfectly clean spot where her nipples show. The clean spot is a stripe that is the width of a tongue. The angle is slightly different, so you see Sophia from behind, but you see ALL of Sophia. Glistening, like she had an orgasm. You could see little spots of chocolate left on Sophia.

The picture of Mom and Dad was sensual. This is downright erotic.

"Can I say the same thing? Married, fun, creative," said Sophia. I argued with them but they both wanted it in.

OK we were stretching the limits here.

Then Tegan sat at the computer. Oh boy. Almost the same shot as Sophia's, but Carlina is on the bottom and Tegan is licking her.

And Carlina has Luca's cock in her mouth. No, not Gabe's. Luca's.

"Yeah, I don't think so," I said. Tegan laughed but didn't argue.

"But people are all hearing about Gamma," said Carlina. "Maybe not with the kids, but what about shots with the adults? Threesomes. Foursomes. Maybe by the pool or even in the bedroom. Just more than a couple."

There was spirited discussion about it and finally there was agreement that it might be worth considering.

"Oh, I've got the perfect shot," said Mom. She sat down this time. Oh, I remember that shot. It is glorious. But really?

It's from the side. Dad is fucking Mom doggy style. She is facing Amelia and Cobb is fucking her the same way. Amelia and Mom are locking in a passionate kiss and you can actually that Mom's tongue is in Amelia's mouth.

And Amelia is very visibly pregnant.

It is truly a gorgeous picture.

"Damn I look good," said Amelia. Everyone quickly agreed with her. "I actually have boobs."

OK that made everyone laugh. Her normal size is an A cup, but not when she was pregnant. Easily a C, or even a D.

"I'm fine with it," said Amelia. "We look great." Cobb agreed and so did Dad.

Boundaries were shot, for sure.

It truly was a glorious picture. The only thing even remotely controversial was two women kissing. OK, same room sex I suppose, but damn they all looked good. You could see how ripped Dad and Cobb were. For that matter how smoking hot and defined Mom was too.

But Amelia looked the best. Bar none. Pregnancy is wonderful.

"I hope I look that good pregnant," said Grace. Yeah, we all looked at her. She is 17 years old. We're not ready. Are we? Nope. I am not. I will be. I do love my little sibs.

"Wait," said Amelia and she grabbed the keyboard. Oh. It was the exact same shot. Really. The same with one exception. Cobb was fucking mom and Dad was fucking visibly pregnant Amelia.

That changed the tone of the show.

"I'm fine with it," said Mom. Dad just smiled. Amelia was clearly thinking about it.

"I'm OK too," said Amelia. "I look good and the king wanted me. How is that bad? Break down some walls."

Cobb just smiled. Let's face it. He would do what Amelia said just like Dad would do what Mom said.

"These are all amazing," said Ruby. "But you're still not pushing much."

Really? We're not? Dad's fucking the girl that started working with him right after high school. And she's pregnant.

"No," said Ruby. "You're not." OK, that got a stare. Could she read everyone now?

"Yes, but you're missing the point," said Ruby. "We all know you have dozens of amazing photos. Artistic photos. They're just more out there. There is nothing remotely controversial here. Didn't we all agree it was time?"

"OK, I'll bite," I said. "What do you suggest? Some of these are already pretty out there." Ruby didn't waste any time and her fingers flew on the keyboard.

What? That photo? Really?

"Yes, that photo. It's gorgeous," said Ruby. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with it either. You're being ableist."

OK, maybe I was. No, that's not fair. I just hadn't thought of the skiing pictures. These skiing pictures. This one happened to be a triptych. The first shot is Amara, skiing down the mountain. Nothing special. She's on a seated single ski and just flying. You can see her hair blowing back. The second shot is very similar, except it is quickly obvious she was doing it topless, with just her ski pants on. It had been a dare, but Amara was up for it. it had been an interesting day. Warmer than you would expect.

It was the third shot that was the controversy. It was right at the bottom of the mountain. Her ski pants are pulled down. She's lying on a blanket, in the snow.

Tavi is fucking her hard. He's still dressed, but his ski pants are pulled down. You see his bare bum.

She had been so hyped up at the bottom of the run that she'd almost demanded he do it, right then, right there. So, he had. We'd all watched. Her only real observation was that it was freaking cold.

You'd have to see the photos to understand, but it led to an entire series of shots with Estaban too.

With Tavi.

Ruby wanted those shots in too.

Good grief. Estaban loved them and Tavi and Amara did too.

Wow.

Oh, we've never introduced Estaban. He's Amara's friend. No that's not fair, he is all of our friend, but Amara met him first. They bonded over their wheelchairs.

I won't go through the rest because in comparison they were mild. OK, they weren't mild at all but in comparison... We were done, so what do you think we did with the rest of the day? You saw who was here.

It's been quite a day, so I'll just leave it that my fun started and ended with Estaban fucking me in the ass. The first time, Grace was on his face. The second time Mom was on his face. Both times I got to play with them too.

I won't go through my six cums in between. Six. Yay me!

Tonight is the night

Orlando here. I am so freaking nervous. Tonight was the media preview. Remember how we had the last room that had a warning on it?

We didn't this time. My most out there shots were just sprinkled throughout the show. OK, the shot of Grace and me and the puddle of cum was last, but still. The giant photo at the top of the stairs was us fucking too remember.

We had ended up with a much bigger show than I expected. Everyone just kept adding photos. It was incredible. The space was laid out so cool. Almost a maze that you had to follow to see all the photos. A couple of our most controversial shots were in places that you would only see if you got lost in the maze.

A few minutes into the first night I realized everyone was intentionally getting lost. They were carefully going down every single hall. I had positioned myself in a spot where you could talk to me before you started and after you finished.

They were gushing. These hardened media critics were gushing. They all had their favorites and every single one was controversial. A lot liked the shot of me and Grace. Several loved the shots with Amelia and commented on the fact that the two versions were side by side.

Two different critics made comments to the effect of "to be fucked by the king".

One man and one woman. I just laughed and suggest they find him and suggest it. Odds were pretty high Dad would accommodate them.

Turns out he did. Together. With Mom.

They had a night to remember. Taboos were tumbling down.

The reviews

Mia here. I had to forcibly take the pen because he wasn't going to share the real story. The reviews. Remember the glowing review I got? The one I have framed on the wall? Hey, you would too. Let's go to his review.

Many of you may remember the glowing review I gave to a new photographer on the scene. The woman with just one name. Mia. She's famous now and deservedly so. Her work is masterful, and you need to see it. But this review is not about Mia. It's about another one named photographer and you already know his name.

Orlando.

Yes, that Orlando. Prince of Dionysus. Savior of Syria.

And an incredible photographer. Why did I mention Mia in a review of Orlando's work? Because that show was at Mia's gallery. They're friends. Companions. The chemistry between Mia and Orlando is palpable and that is not to diminish Orlando's relationship with the fabulous Grace. You should see the four of them, with their close friend Valeria. The four of them glow. Just glow.

But this review is about Orlando's art and spectacular art it is. Oh, he blows through every barrier. Every taboo. But that's not the point is it? He wasn't going for shock value or to get attention from being on the edge. He was sharing photos that he liked. I talked to him about the controversial shots. How did the models feel about being in the show?

He shared the process of selecting the photos. No model's shot was included without their approval. He described getting them all together in a big group and how many of the more controversial shots were added by the models.

Somehow I suspect that get together was more fun than I have had in my long life.

From the glorious first shot of Grace and Orlando, at the top of the escalator, to the final shot that is clearly from the same series, every single photo is extraordinary. The heart of his photography is the joy of the models, just as it is with Mia's work. Some of the models are in both of their shows and you can see the two photographer's different views of the world in their work. Oh, they have landscapes and still life's and architectural shots and they're all truly wonderful but for Orlando, and Mia, the photographs that resonate, that you will remember forever, are the people. They not modeling. They're living.

And it shows.

I was accused of gushing in my review of Mia and I was, and she deserved it. I won't say that Orlando's show was better, but it certainly wasn't worse. It was just different. Glorious in a different way.

What really showed was when I had the opportunity to talk to him about his work. He spent most of the time talking about how Mia mentored him. How the models made the photo. He didn't talk about himself at all. This is one of the most famous young men in history and he didn't talk about it. It clearly wasn't important to him. His friends were. His family was.

He is one of the most genuine people I have ever met in my life. I also got to meet his parents. The queen and king, although they immediately insisted that I call them Amy and Bob. You sense that they're a little embarrassed about their position in the world. The two kids from Florida shines through and that's a good thing. They clearly have raised a fine young man in Orlando. I got to meet all the kids in the family, from the youngest, Jessica and Bill, to the oldest, Morgan.

Wow. Just wow. Quite a family.

But let me finish the actual review. See it. More than once. Do anything you have to and see it. Bring your family. Yes, they'll see things they might not quite understand yet but that's OK. Orlando made it OK. He made me, and everyone else there, see the beauty of a healthy sexual relationship. He tore down boundaries and that's good.

He is an amazing young man with talent from an incredible family and it shows.

See it.

Well, what could we do but celebrate reviews like that? All true too. He is an amazing young man in oh so many ways.

Tonight was an interesting night. Everyone left us alone with Orlando. His entire harem. Grace, Valeria, Camila, and me. All four of us. Halsey would have been welcome, but she recognizes the five of us are different. Then again, I saw her walking towards the bedroom floor with Bob, Amy, Tom, and Jess.

They'll console her on the loss. Somehow.

We all knew 5 was silly but we managed to make it work tonight! Poor Orlando. He was mauled and taken advantage of by all of us. He was up to the challenge though. He started with Grace and ended with Grace and we all got that.

It was Grace that first called us his harem. We'll all so close, but we all knew that if the right partner came alone, we would consider it.

Except Grace. They're forever. We're more for now.

That's cool.

We're making progress

Diane here. I hope you remember me. I'm pretty sure Bob does. OK, that was a joke, but I think true. I am in charge of building out the new islands off South Carolina. My brother Cepos is my project manager. We are having so much freaking fun. This is a dream. I get to design what I want with an unlimited budget on four beautiful islands.

We fuck a lot too and not just each other. This is one randy work crew. You know we cleared them all before we hired them. It was a diverse group with just about half men and women and every ethnicity. Some were local to the US and some had come from other parts of the kingdom. Do you know what that means?

Lots of them were kids like us. Oh, the older team members enjoyed that! We had s'more ingredients flown in a lot if that helps you understand.

Bob had left his new 187 which we used as living quarters. It's pretty big and our teams are too so we had some doubling up. Oh darn. Officially Cepos and I shared a cabin. We had the master cabin. Unofficially we were never alone. Hell no. It was a big bed, right?

We had designed the islands carefully. The island that was the farthest south was the largest and would someday be a Gamma resort. The middle island was the sanctuary island. We were not doing anything to it yet. We would, with an experienced team of environmentalists, but that was last. Jackson was already helping us build the list of people to involve.

Jackson. As it turns out people that cared about the environment were a sexy bunch.

For now, we were working on the other three islands. The northernmost two islands were the family island and the naval base/cruise terminal. Julia was adding to her cruise line and we already had Gamma Bahamas building out, so we had two destinations near the US. I was confident that Bob and others were looking for more. This could be a job I could do again!

The second island was the family island. We would start small with a large home to share. In fact, that was one of the first things we were building. That would open up more housing and we could increase the size of the teams. House might not be the right word. Hotel. Resort. Something like that. The main building had 50 small luxury apartments. One to four bedrooms. Then there were going to be thirty cottages from three to five bedrooms. All in over 250 bedrooms. Given that, we shared that we could support a pretty big construction team. The good news is that almost all the cottages were near completion. Oh, all the amenities like swimming pools were not done but we didn't need those yet. We were using new techniques that Kyra, Chloe, and Ben had pioneered and things moved fast. We were only a week or so away from the main lodge being complete. Lodge. That's the right word. The first floor with the restaurant was already done. We had to feed everyone so that was important. The amount of food we brought in even for those of us on the 187 was staggering. We had a full-time person just keeping us supplied with everything we needed. She laughed at the volume of toilet paper we used.

Yes she. I laughed that Honna was from Athens. Her family immigrated to Robertville and then she flew off to South Carolina. No, that's not quite right. It wasn't part of South Carolina anymore. Honna was freaking adorable. She is 10 years old. She's pretty developed with very nice A cup breasts and a little flare to her hips. She is super sensitive too and I don't mean emotionally. Let's just say she was in our bed a lot.

So was her 11-year-old brother Landor. Landor worked for Honna. They loved it. He was pretty developed too. Tall, thin, with a thick 6-inch (15 cm) cock.

That he knew how to use. Ask Cepos. He loved to fuck Cepos. OK, he loved to fuck Honna and me too. Let's be honest. He liked to fuck. A lot.

My construction manager for the cottages was great fun too. Dix was a local boy from Spartanburg South Carolina. He was in his early thirties and a freaking hunk. He was a big muscular guy. He was big everywhere. As in 10-inch (25.5 cm) thick uncut cock big.

He spent a lot of nights with us too usually with his wife. Yeah, he was married to Carrie. Carrie was a big strong woman too. She also had amazing D cup breasts with big nipples that stuck way out. It helped that she liked tight tank tops without a bra too.

I could suck on those nipples for hours. Sometimes I did.

I won't go through everyone given our onsite team was over sixty people, but we were hiring too. Our goal was another three hundred. Yes, three hundred. The resort wasn't going to build itself!

Three. Hundred.

The sex was going to be awesome.

Did I mention my cousins were here too? Auset is 7 years old and adorable. She's so fun. Ahmet is 9 years old with a thick 6-inch (15 cm) cock. Yes, I wrote that correctly. Oh, we hadn't put them to work yet. They just played around in every way you can define that word. The waverunners, testing out the go-cart track. Fucking anything that moves.

Yeah, they were horny little things.

Making the big move

Rina here. It was time for me to change schools. Not because I didn't love my school, because I did, but because there was a much better choice.

DUA. Dionysus University Athens. Come on. Every time I visited it was electric and the challenges I would get at DUA dwarfed anything I'd learn at my current school.

Plus, the sex. Lots and lots of sex. I'd be near Morgan and Sophia. Amy and Bob. Ruby.

That's not even counting all the DUA students who you just knew wanted to fuck as much as I did. I could complete the program much faster too. I was studying childhood development. Bob told me he had an idea for a job when I graduated and that we'd talk once I did. The freaking king.

So off I was going. To my absolute shock, Morgan had everything arranged for my move. OK, kidding. Not shocked and someone named Mary Lou did all the work. I hadn't met her yet, but she was at DUA too, so I was excited about that. In fact, she was coming to pick me up in ten minutes. Apparently she could land in the parking lot of my apartment.

Speaking of a place to live, Mary Lou told me on the phone that we could look for a place as soon as we got there, but Morgan had told her I was moving in with her and Sophia until I did. I told Mary Lou I felt a little weird about that and she laughed.

She freaking laughed.

"They won't stop talking about you. They are so excited you're coming. They've been damn near attacking everyone for the last week they're so damn horny. I ended up in their bed last night and I wasn't sure I'd survive," said Mary Lou.

I think I was going to like Mary Lou. A shadow passed the window and I looked out to a plane settling into the parking lot. Silently. Absolutely silently. It looked like a plane out of Star Wars!

Wow. Life was going to be different now. The door opened and someone about my size got out. She barely had anything up top either, but she was cute as hell. A minute later there was a knock on my door.

"Hi, I'm Mary Lou, your Space Uber driver," said the girl. Shit she was adorable. I invited her in. My apartment was literally empty. I'd slept on a sleeping bag on the floor last night. Mary Lou wanted me to stay in a hotel, but it was a waste of money. I had a lot of nights on the street at one point. I was good. I grabbed the sleeping bag and we headed down to the plane. I climbed on board first but somehow Mary Lou was already on the plane. Yeah, this was all freaky.

OK, not as freaky as I feared. It was Amy Lou. Her identical twin which I didn't know she had.

Adorable twin girls. Wow. I remembered the Dionysus rules, so I was bold.

"So girls, I'd love to get you both naked and have some fun," I said to big smiles from both of them.

"Give us fifteen minutes," said Mary Lou. "Strap in. Sit in the jump seat."

It was a good thing she pointed. I didn't know what a jump seat was. I wasn't too experienced at this. She made sure I was strapped in and they both dropped in the pilot's seat. Luckily I quickly figured out how to tell them apart. No, I'm not spilling my secrets.

We went up fast. Hot damn.

It wasn't that long, and I felt myself floating up against my seatbelt. Mary Lou unstrapped and floated right out of her seat and then Amy Lou did too. They kind of swam back to me and had me unstrap. Then they each took a hand and pulled me back into the cabin. Floating. I had read all about this, so when they handed me socks, I put them on. They were pretty good at it, but I spun around and bounced off the walls and looked generally stupid, but given I was naked, I at least put on a show for them. Once I got them on, Mary Lou turned on the gravity. I suspect my look wasn't pleasant.

"Sorry," said Amy Lou. "It's just so much fun watching someone do that." OK, I laughed with them. Then I went down on them. I sat them on the couch next to each other and had them both spread their legs. A delicious twin treat. Seriously, they are both gorgeous. Right on the cusp. Small breast bumps, a barely formed flower. Flat stomachs and good muscle tone. Honestly, I didn't look that much older, particularly given I shaved the little bit that grew down there.

I started with Amy Lou, only because she was on the right and in London we start that way. No that doesn't make sense. I did the Full Orlando girls' version, up, down, bury your face in the prize. I had her bucking soon. I realized that Mary Lou was watching and playing with herself. When Amy Lou exploded, so did Mary Lou. I got absolutely drenched by both of them. They laughed and Mary Lou ran and got me a towel.

Then they pushed me back on the couch. Twins are good. Twins are amazing. I rocketed even farther away from Earth. For my turn, they turned off the gravity. My socks worked! There was something about a cum while weightless that was different. Not better or worse, just wonderfully different. When I came down we talked about it.

"Wait until someone cums inside you while you're both weightless," said Amy Lou. I'm sure my mouth dropped, because they both laughed. I was going to make that happen. Finally, it was time to land. When we did, Sophia, Morgan, Gabe, and Ruby were all waiting to greet me. That was wonderful!

Gabe has a cock. I hugged them all, and then Amy Lou herded us back onto the plane. All of us.

We spent four hours in space. Twice. He fucked me twice. Everyone else made me cum too.

This is heaven.

A really big show

Timmy here. My own journal entry! Not that exciting to anyone but me though. Somehow I have become semi-famous because of all my friends wearing my designs. I thought it was just part of my job. I had no idea it could be more. I was just a poor kid from Nassau.

Oh, I used to watch all the fashion weeks. My Dad was in the business. I've been designing since I was 4 years old. The thought that I could be anything more than a tailor in a shop never occurred to me. Do you know where I am now?

Paris. I'm in freaking Paris. More important do you know why?

To get ready for my show. My show during fashion week. I brought so many designs. Men, women, boys, girls. Formal, casual, swim wear.

Even a line of pajamas. I'd designed the pajamas when I was 4. I liked them. Most of them were fun and silly but some were not. They were actually pretty racy.

Do you know who was modeling for me?

Everyone. Seriously. All my friends. The entire royal family. Everyone.

My show featured the royal family. Can you believe it?

Remember Mia's gallery? She was helping me, and we were using the entire thing. All of it. Oh, we were doing the traditional runway show but we had taken half of the floor and prepared it for an incredible cocktail party. For 500 select people. Mia told me that the tickets were the hottest thing in fashion week. Me! We had taken almost a hundred of my designs and put them on mannequins. Then one of my friends was wearing the same outfit to the party. They all promised to stay right next to their mannequin.

I couldn't believe all this. You're already familiar with some of my designs and we included them. Queen Amy wore the green sundress. I am sure you remember that one. She was gorgeous in anything, but I was proud of that dress. Morgan wore her sundress from the same day and Leslie wore her t-shirt dress, which was a revelation. Hunter and Hallie had grown too much, so I updated their outfits and they rocked them. I created a new look for Chris. Sophia and Elena wore the same dress in different colors. They were adorable. We put their mannequins side-by-side.

King Bob and Orlando wore the swimwear line. Orlando wore what was a variation of tankini bottoms but a male version. I don't know how else to describe it. Bob wore my take on a speedo style.

Yep. Shirtless. Wow.

Ruby wore a bikini that I designed but Tomas was in pajamas. Hilarious pajamas with feet. He wore them proudly. Gabe was in a tuxedo and Carlina was in an evening gown complete with white gloves.

Tiny, of course.

Luca and Tegan were in what would be described as upscale business casual. Remember I love cashmere.

Tavi and Amara were in casual wear. Tavi had cargo shorts and a polo style shirt. Amara was luminous in simple white shorts and a white bikini top. She looked fantastic.

I could keep going because the list was really long. Pari. Nan. Phary. Martan and Max. Alissa and Arilla. Tara and Kara. Darian and Dion. Yeah, the twin thing rocked. I can't forget others, although this can't be a complete list because it would be too long. Belen, Mahal, Rosito, Tyson, Dixie, Grady. You get the idea.

Nobody looked better than Jessica and Bill. He was in a suit. A dark suit with a chalk stripe and a red tie. A classic white shirt with cufflinks. She was in a little black dress with simple flats. She had diamond earrings and a matching pendant with a flawless five carat diamond.

They looked like tiny adults which was actually a pretty good description.

Luke and Cassie were in swimwear too. This was Paris, right? Luke was in a Speedo style, but it was really brief. Cassie was in tankini. Bottoms. Yep, rocking her puffies and they were glorious.

Oh, don't forget the other adults. Tom and Jess. Blake and Alison. Jesse and Julia. Amai and Anahi. Eleanor and Vincente.

I couldn't believe all these people were willing to help me out.

I couldn't forget the entertainment. Orlando had arranged for a small stage. He had invited so many of his musician friends. I dressed them all. They were all going to mingle too but agreed that they'd all perform too. They were leaving it loose, whatever that meant. Orlando said to trust him, and I did. I couldn't believe the people that he convinced to come. Taylor. Selena. Charlie. Ed. Camila. Halsey. Pink. He referred to them all by their first names.

You would recognize a dozen more.

The crazy thing is they were all a surprise. It wasn't a hot ticket because of them. It was a hot ticket because of me.

I didn't even mention their actor friends yet.

Right now, I was so nervous I felt like I was going to vomit. OK, maybe not, but you get the idea. The runway show was about to start.

Oh boy.

We'd limited the number of models in the runway show to make it more manageable and to focus on them. The models were Bob, Amy, Morgan, Sophia, Orlando, Gabe, Ruby, Tomas, Tavi, and Amara. Amara had pushed back, but we all really wanted her to do it, in a simple wheelchair.

There were going to be some shocked audience members. Hell, I was shocked that we were doing it. Orlando had helped me choose the outfits. Damn.

We were working our way from formal to casual. Really, really casual. OK, beyond that. The first few were pretty innocent. Formal wear, semi-formal, business casual, casual.

You get the idea. All upstanding and proper. Those went well and the audience was really focused. I was walking up and down the runway and overheard snippets of the conversations. Amazing, stunning, incredible. Yeah, those words worked for me.

When we went to swimwear. Here's where things were going to get a little crazy. Oh, and it would get worse. Or better. We'll see.

We were doing pairs down the runway now. Some couples. Some not. The first two down the runway were Orlando and Gabe. Their significant others were not in this part of the show. Grace was too famous and Carlina was, well, 8 years old. She'd really wanted to, but Amy had suggested that we stick with 9-years-old and above. You know. Legal.

Back to Orlando and Gabe. This round they were in modest board shorts. Long, colorful, nothing really inappropriate. Their abs were incredible. The audience clearly enjoyed them, and they were clearly having fun.

Then Sophia and Morgan came out. Holding hands.

Wearing thongs.

And only thongs.

Damn they have nice breasts. Spectacular breasts. Sophia still had the perky B cup going on, but Morgan was a solid D cup now. Firm uplifted natural D cups, with huge nipples.

That were hard. So were Sophia's. They enjoyed this. Everyone enjoyed this.

Ruby and Tomas were next, also holding hands. He was in shorts, but smaller and tighter. Yes, you could see the outline of his impressive cock. Ruby was in tankini bottoms. Yes, just the bottoms. I'm surprised they didn't just do it on the stage. They looked amazing. The crowd was enthralled. Hell, I was too, and I'd seen the rehearsal.

Tavi and Amara were next. Tavi was pushing her wheelchair. She was in simple bikini bottoms and he was in a dark red speedo style suit. They looked incredible and let me tell you, Amara has nice breasts. No top, of course. Are you seeing a theme? I heard very positive words about Amara being included, which made me happy.

Now the last couple in swimsuits.

Amy and Bob.

Amy was wearing the bottoms to a string bikini. Just the bottoms. The triangle that covered the important part was quite small. Bob was wearing a male thong. Yeah, you get it. His was made out of the same material.

White. Thin.

Transparent.

Oh, that was crazy enough, but being Amy and Bob, you could clearly see the wet spot in her suit, because the suit just disappeared it became so sheer. Bob? Yeah, he got hard. That was bad enough, given the transparent suit, but his cock was just a little too long for the suit to contain it.

Yes, the head of his cock peeked out.

Well, some controversy I am sure, but from the intake of breath, all at once, I think the audience enjoyed it. Let's face it, many a magazine had referred to them as the most beautiful couple in the world. Oh, they were, they were.

And then they were done. There was quite a buzz in the audience now.

So, we switched to pajamas. Silly as hell pajamas. I won't go through them all, but just know there were cartoon characters, lots of flannel, and even a few with feet. Ruby and Tomas in their footie pajamas looked much younger than their years. The audience laughed and loved them all. I hope.

But we were just sitting them up for the finale. The entire group was going to model my lingerie line. For women and men. Given the bathing suits, I guess there wasn't much left to the imagination anyway, but it was still way out there. Of course, some in the audience had been to Mia's show, so they'd seen people like Ruby completely naked. They wouldn't be in my lingerie. Not exactly.

Bob and Amy led off this time and weren't even that controversial. Bob was in a semi-sheer version of tighty-whites, but silk. Just a flat front. Damn he looked good. Amy was in a baby doll. Sheer panties with a sheer top that didn't quite reach her waist. In other words, you saw everything. They really strutted it and were clearly enjoying it. Good thing we were in Paris. My guess is they'd have one hell of a night.

Oh wait. My guess is we would all have one hell of a night. Can you hear me quietly moan?

Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie came out next. Hunter in the middle holding one of each of their hands. They were all in matching lavender sheer panties. Even Hunter.

That's all. Leslie and Hallie both rocked B or maybe even C cups now and Hallie had the most spectacular puffy nipples. They were glorious.

You get the idea here, don't you? We did push it, a lot, with our models, but given Mia's show, maybe not. Sophia with her mini-me. Elena. Sheer panties. Baby doll tops. Both pale pink. Holding hands.

Are you hard yet? I'd spent the entire show hard and I was confident so did everyone else in the room with a cock. Then again I could see all the hard nipples too.

Did we push it too far? I guess we would see when the reviews came in. They'd be published late tonight. We were having a family party at Bob and Amy's place to wait for the reviews.

OK maybe we would find a way to entertain ourselves. We didn't want to end on too much sexy, so we had one final walk in formal wear. Not tux level. Nice suits and dresses and Orlando's musical and acting friends modeled for me. No, they would insist they were my friends now.

What the hell actually happened in my life? The finale of the show was Camila and Halsey holding hands in cocktail dresses. If that picture didn't make it on the cover of something I would be surprised.

Did I mention they were both invited to the after party? Both. Yes, I say that again. Both.

Timmy is so adorable

Camila here. I can't stop laughing and I mean that in a good way. The entire show was amazing and walking out with Halsey was uplifting. She's open about her bisexuality. I never have been, although the world has noticed how close I am with Grace and Orlando. There are rumors. That was OK. Rumors spice up a performer's career, within reason.

Anyway, back on track. This was Timmy's night. He had such a successful show that we wanted to reward him. I had spoken about it with Grace and she thought it was wonderful. As soon as we got to Bob and Amy's apartment, where the party was being held, Halsey and I each took one of Timmy's hands and pulled him over to a big lounge. We pushed him down on his back.

Then we stripped for him. Oh, that's not right. We stripped each other for him. He started to undress, and I barked at him to stop. This was our show. When we were finally unclothed, you know, nekkid, we started kissing. More and more passionately. I reached down and she matched my moves. One, two, three fingers inside, with my thumb rubbing her clit and her rubbing mine. There was a huge crowd by now and most of them were stripping. Finally, we both had massive orgasms and sunk to our knees. To applause, including Timmy's. After a moment, we pulled him off the bed and then we undressed him.

With all our skill. We kissed his nipples. We kissed him. Every move we made was identical, but from opposite sides. We finally had him naked and we both sank to our knees. I took his hard cock, his beautiful hard cock, and offered it to Halsey's mouth. Oh, she sucked it in. All the way in. I spent my time licking his balls. Suddenly Halsey stopped and pushed him back on the bed. Then she pointed at me and then his cock.

Well sure. I crawled up the bed and sat right down on that big boy. Halsey crawled past me and sat on his face, facing me.

Oh yeah we enjoyed that. He lasted a long time for his first, but I took it all inside. It felt great. He slipped out and didn't even go soft. What a stud. We switched spots. Right?

I think he was in heaven. Before Timmy came, Halsey slipped up and off. She got off the bed and took my hand. I got off too. Timmy was looking devastated. He was close. That was cruel.

Until Halsey walked over to Luna and took her hand and led her back to the bed. Halsey pointed at Luna, then at Timmy's cock.

Then we got to watch not only a fuck, but a fuck of true lovers. Maybe they know it now.

Maybe.

The rest of the night was pretty amazing. I made it a girl's night. I was feeling the need.

I did pull Mia to the side and went downstairs with her and Grace.

For a photo shoot. One hell of a photoshoot. I'll save that for another post, but I repeat, one hell of a photo shoot.

The reviews are in

Oh shit. The reviews are in. I can't read them. I'm so flustered. Timmy here. We're all still at the party. Orlando suggested we all look at them together on the big screen. I guess the whole party can see me go down in flames. We're in Paris, so we started with Le Monde. Do you remember the incredible review Mia got? If I got half that, hell a quarter that, I would be thrilled.

Wait, what's the headline? Seriously?

Timmy steals the week

It seems fitting that this show is at Mia's. Mia set the tone, no raised the bar, in the art world and Timmy has done the same for fashion. Look at me, I'm so giddy I included two silly clichés in one sentence.

Timmy's fashion will do that for you. From formal to slightly scandalous. From serious to silly. Timmy covered it all. It helped that he blew away the model scene. No other show included the entire royal family of Dionysus as their models. Don't get me started on the celebrities that modeled as well.

But that's not the point of this review. Timmy's fashion would show through regardless of the model. I could write pages and pages. He doesn't have a style, or a theme, or a focus. He has them all. Much like Mia did with the breadth of her photography, Timmy does with his fashion. He pushed through, no he blew through, every barrier there is, or more accurately was. Every fashion house in the world will be chasing to catch up. Oh, we'll expect knock-offs but the flair, the character, the Timmy, cannot be duplicated.

And yes, I just used Timmy as a noun, and I didn't mean his name.

This guy is that good.

Now before you bemoan that you'll never be able to afford his clothes, you may be right, for some of them. But for many of his most stunning works, he has partnered with the CEO of Inditex to introduce Timmy Casual as a new line. I can't wait. From this point forward, I will only wear Timmy Casual. Oh, and the owner of Inditex? She was a model in the show, and she was stunning. I can't forget Timmy also partnered with HT to create Timmy's Casual Lingerie.

Including the men's version that will be under my clothes.

I'll bet you know the owners of HT don't you? Retail prodigies that were also models in the show. Don't forget the T in HT, Tomas, is married to Ruby. Is there anything they don't control?

Did I mention that Belen, who owns the largest automotive conglomerate in the world, was also a model?

Then again the fact that Ruby and Tomas are 12, Hunter, the H of HT is 14, and Belen is 10 no longer shocks the world. Do any of these people even have last names? We all feel like we know them so well.

It went on and on calling out so much of my line. It was gushing. We flipped through a dozen other sites and there quickly became a theme.

They loved my work.

I need to celebrate. Again. Just then Elena walked up and held out her hand. She led me back into a bedroom. Just the two of us. We'll keep that private, but as you can imagine, she rocked my world. It was late and we fell asleep together. I admit, it was nice waking up together too. Yes, we made love again and then Elena was on her way. No promises, but no letdowns. I'll take that.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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