Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:16:07 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 9

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


9:  On the Road Again

Our UK visit was successful and productive.  I gave several lectures on
customer service at PPI and spent a wonderful afternoon and evening with
Sir Whittiker's family.  His grand children turned out to be a mix of boys
and girls ranging in age from 12 to 19.  The young people played football
(soccer) and tennis.  Just getting to know each other.  Being all boarding
school types, from both groups, they socialized easily.  I was quite
impressed with how well the brothers all performed.  If nothing else, they
are well schooled, very well schooled.

Their behavior in the museums, Albert Hall and Tower.... was much less
impressive, however.  I did want them to be boys, to act like boys and we
all know how teenage boys act.  When it came time to visit our UK office
they were all business, well almost all business.  Ziggy was fluting with
the female staff, all two of them, at every opportunity.

We had a directors meeting: the seven of us, the UK manager, our legal
council and independent accounting firm.  The UK manager outlined what
investments, enterprises and properties he managed on our behalf.  Outlined
the profitability of various ventures and gave forecasts for the coming
year.  During the second half of the meeting each brother asked two or
three questions.  The gist of the questions related to asset performance,
historical vs predicted trends and so on.  Eric zeroed in on the accounting
and reporting standards.  I asked for a review of our profit reinvestment
policy, ready for the next meeting, which would be in 4 months.  Over the
past several years, I had been asking for a review of one policy or
another, at the rate of one each quarter.  I also announced that each of us
should be assigned, for two weeks, to one of the enterprises, as students
next summer.  The jobs could be menial and as always, we should be
anonymous.

After the official minute taking and resolution passing part of the
meeting, we sat and chatted a bit.  I wanted the brothers to gain some
social knowledge of our senior management team.  I was hopping that the
manager would have made some suggestions to us, that would raise our
comfort level on the ethical and moral side of business.  He did not.  When
I asked about who would prepare the reinvestment policy review
documentation, the accountant suggested one of his staff.  I was not
completely at ease with this either.  The lawyer suggested that if we were
a public company, someone more independent should be found but we are not.
I took that to mean he was a bit ill at ease too.

I suggested an MSc. or Ph.D. student from one of the local universities
might prepare a parallel report, that could give us some new and innovative
ideas to think about.  We could contrast and compare the two.  Neither the
Accountant or manager liked that idea but neither was able to present a
cogent argument against it.  I offered to arrange for the student, one of
my old professors was now teaching in London.

While all this was going on, Ziggy and Trevor were out front, fluting with
the ladies again.  The one was married and had a family but the other,
Jennifer, a receptionest/ secretary was younger and available for dinner.
Like Eva Heit, she was good looking, well dressed and very personable.  At
first, I thought they were trying to arrange something for me, she is young
but too old for either of them.  I quickly realized they were trying to
build a network, getting to know people in positions of information power,
if not decision making power.  These boys are a lot sharper than I often
give them credit for.  We are still learning about each other.

"Jenny, we are not tuned in on the London eating scean, perhaps you could
suggest some place that serves food with taste," I asked.  I despise most
British cuisine, everything is over cooked and well, tasteless.  She did
and we were off.  It was a new place, very trendy, that specialized in
asian cuisine.  An excellent choice.  Not overly fancy but fancy enough to
impress.  We were able to get a big round table and order family style.  I
phoned Herman to join us, he had spent the day in the PPI office.

Work was not or almost not, mentioned.  We learned she was doing a
bachelors of commerce, part time and wanted to go on for an MBA, if she
could save enough money.  She liked live theater, shopping and with the
right fellow, the club scene.

That got me thinking.  Our staff is quiet small.  Mostly professionals.
The Trust (Adonis Family Trust) only has about 50 staff world wide and
almost all of them worked for the local or national sub, in each country.
The UK office is just three full time, and one part time.  The legal and
accounting services are contracted.  We pay well, at the top of the local
scale and our benefit packages are second to none.  The Managers all have
some kind of performance bonus.

"Eric, the company should have some kind of educational enhancement policy,
to assist people like Jenny, that will make themselves more valuable to the
company at the same time.  Make it happen."  Jenny looked at me with a
surprised expression.

"But Jason, I don't ... I mean, do I ...."

"You have the power, if that is what you mean.  Just research the topic,
draft up a plan and policy.  Present it to us for approval.  The Chicago
office will assist you.  Just ask yourself, if you were in Jenny's
position, what kind of things would you like to see and what kind of quid
pro quo would you be willing to return."

By the time we put Jenny in a taxi the boys and I had made a firm
impression on her.  She now knew the people she ultimately worked for.  She
knew us to be real people, that tried not to take themselves to seriously,
who knew how to laugh at themselves, have fun and who treated others with
dignity and respect.  Herman had also made a friend.  Jenny was some
impressed by his poise, experience and charm.  Herman, always the
gentlemen, insisted on escorting her home.

"You didn't mind us inviting Jenny to dinner did you," Trevor asked.

"Hell no, I found her company most pleasant and she is a lot easier on my
eyes than you boys, in addition to knowing a good restaurant."

"Hay, we are all very handsome and sexy you know," Stan retorted

"Yes, we are but when I look at you my cock just gets stiff, so she is
easier on my penis, better."

"Better."  Ziggy jumped on me, kissing my mouth.  "We love you bro."

"I love you guys too."

"Can we talk about today, Jason," Will asked?

"Absolutely."

"Do we really own all those enterprises and investments in the UK?"

"Yes, of course.  AUK owns them or parts of them like PPI.  The Adonis
Family Trust of Switzerland owns AUK, the diamond business, the Swiss bank
we do own, AUSA, ACan, ANeth and AAUS.  In turn the Swiss bank controls,
banks in the Cayman Islands, Mexico, Hong Kong and has branches in the US
and Canada.  As you saw today, we, along with several nationals, are the
board of directors for the local holding companies.  The exception is the
diamond business and Swiss bank, they are controlled directly by the family
trust.  The seven of us plus Klass and Smitwit are the Family Trust board.
Smitwit is paid and the eight of us are full share holders.  We have a
number of fractional share holders, who receive money from the trust but
have no say in its operation.  Mostly my dad's family, second and third
cousins and the like, as well as Helga.  For the fractional share holders,
it is like a pension, except for Helga, her money is held in a special bank
account, it is a pension."

"I knew you, I mean we, were well off but had no idea that well off," Eric
interjected.

"Now you see why I need lots of help to run this thing.  We all have plenty
to do and let me assure you, each of us will earn our keep doing it.  With
so much money floating around the potential for abuse of power, because
money usually equates to some kind of power, is enormous.  Our biggest job
is riding heard on that.  In the past, I have kept out of the day to day at
all of our holdings.  I do believe we should be setting over all goals and
objectives for the enterprises but doing that through the holding
companies.  In the case of some major investments, we are still in a
minority position, so all we can do is influence at the board level.  We
believe the end can not and should not justify the means.  Our family has
always stood fast in the belief, wealth generated through our enterprises
must be both honest and honorable.  Our mother would also insist it be
reinvested and used to better the lives of both our customers and
employees."

"Exactly why are you having us spend time as student labor and only for two
weeks."  Stan asked.

"We are all students aren't we?  Right now, your first order of business is
making the transition from teenager-student to adult-professional.  Making
your place in the world.  We must never look at ourselves as just rich
kids.  In fact, it will be best for all of us, if we never reveal to
others, just how well off we are.  I think we need to understand how these
enterprises work.  I mean how they really work.

Once we have an understanding of how they function we will be in a better
position to influence policy and set directions.  Each enterprise has its
own board of directors and management team to keep them running.  Any
company not being traded on a stock exchange is ultimately our
responsibility.  Most of those people do not know us, nor would they
recognize our name. That is why all the letters.  AUK is just that AUK, it
stands for nothing else.  In some instances their are several layers of
paper companies between the trust and enterprise or investment.  We also
operate two charitable foundations, one in Europe and one in North
America. They were endowed by our maternal grandfather.  That means we can
move through society or these enterprises and observe, without special
treatment or recognition.  It also means they have no loyalty to us and our
moral compass is not necessarily theirs.  We assume responsibility but only
indirect authority.  Given all the anonymity, we could just hide behind it.
Many rich families do, others are more interested in celebrity status than
citizenship.  That is not the Adonis way, our way is to quietly and
respectfully make positive impacts on peoples lives.  .

If we all take, about 4 jobs each summer, in different enterprises and
countries, it will still take several years.  Some like the Canadian
operations are managed by people, so highly trusted, we have very little to
worry about.  Others create more questions.  That means 24 sites a year,
over 5 years and we should have covered just about all of them.

One more thing, well two.  Getting our hands dirty now and then is a good
thing.  We need to be reminded how our lowest level employees and their
families live and what conditions they work under.  If you haven't figured
it out yet, we are absolutely appalled at business practices which abuse
people, the society, environment or are patently unethical.  We will not
stand for substandard products or services.  The accumulation of greed
driven wealth has not been a motivational factor, in the Adonis family, for
many generations.

I think the Arthur Anderson and Enron scandals in the US and Conrad Black
in the UK/US/Canada, should be treated as a wake up call for us.  The only
way we can identify this kind of hocus pocus, is by knowing how things work
and how they are supposed to work.  We have been given great wealth,
influence and in some places power; with that comes an obligation, a duty
to make sure, the right things are done for the right reasons.  Any respect
beyond basic human dignity, any of us is accorded, should be earned not
granted.  I hope you will all join with me to do the right thing, because
it is right thing to do."

"Wow, that's one tall order but we can do it.  I now understand why we need
to be more than just an ordinary family," William commented.  We held our
hands high touching our rings together as a pledge.  We will not win them
all, and we will make mistakes, but in the end our collective honor will be
preserved, fostered and forwarded in tact, to the next generation.

"I propose a toast," Zig offered. "to the Adonis family's greatest
treasure, the Brothers Seven."

"And it's greatest asset."  Herman said, as he came in and joined us in the
toasts.  My hand quickly found his hard, round ass, letting my fingers
trail over the tightly stretched material, and bringing a broad smile to
his round boyish face.

It was now getting late and even the Challenger on a great circle route is
6 + hours, London, UK to Calgary.  Our Challenger's cabin is outfitted with
two large reclining seats, the remaining 18 places on sofas.  All in soft,
light brown leather.  With local travel on each end, clearing customs and
so on, it will add up to one long day.  At least moving from east to west
the jet lag will be less problematic.

We began drifting off to our sleeping quarters.  Ziggy came up to Herman
pressing his right hand into his crotch, while winking at me.  I quickly
increased my hand pressure on his butt.  Herman was highly excited but
looked just a but uncomfortable.  Using my increased hand pressure I began
urging Herman and by his connection to Herman's crotch, Ziggy toward our
bed chamber.

Ziggy wanted Herman to fuck him, he also wanted to fuck Herman.  I wanted
Herman and I wanted him to want me.  Sandwiched between the brothers, I
hoped, Herman would be treated to, probably the most erotic experience of
his young life.  Ziggy took his front and I kept at his back.  I knew
Ziggy's oral skills were better than mine.  I knew he would totally command
Herman's sexual attention.  Between us we would take him to heights he only
dreamed of reaching.  I didn't know if he was a top or a bottom, when he
came here but he would become my bottom, another hope.  By the time we
reached Calgary his ass should be mine, dedicated to my cock.  I hoped so
anyway.

Ziggy dazzled the young man with his oral expertise, while my tongue and
fingers invaded and titillated his anus.  I used my ramped member to tease
him by slowly dragging it along his crack, stopping at but not entering,
his rosebud.  With Ziggy on his back, legs against Herman's shoulders he
pushed into my brother's anus.

At the same time I applied copious qualities of lubricant to Herman and
drove home in one quick thrust.  Ziggy could milk a man's cock, controlling
the pressure applied by his sphincter, I could insure constant pressure on
his prostrate.  We woke several hours later, this time it was Jason in the
middle with Ziggy fucking me and me Herman.

In the morning the five remaining brothers were all lined up at my bed
chamber door, like teenagers waiting to buy rock concert tickets, except
they were naked, rock solid hard and ready to fuck.  We did not have time
for this, they would just have to hold off, until after take off.  I
figured by the time we reached 39,000 feet (11,900 meters) they would all
be joining the mile high club anyway.  Another strange term, since 39,000
feet is in fact 7.4 statute miles or 6.44 nautical miles.

Fortunately the food service people knocked on the door and brought in our
breakfast, which diverted their attention from sex, the number one teen
activity, to food, the number two.  Ok, that order may be reversed, it does
have some dependency on the person.  Fortunately they happened to be all
male staff, who got quite a laugh, watching Ziggy prancing around,
attempting to sigh the bill with is long, stiff cock.  I'm not sure if the
catering people were in fact all that impressed but I would make up for it
with a large tip.

"Is this to be the uniform of the day, Jason?"

"No Stan, it most definitely is not, well yes it is but we need to dress
for the ride to the airport.  Once the seat belt sign is turned off we can
go back to being native."  This produced a loud cheer.  I am just amazed at
how these boys can go from being young gentlemen and serious business
persons, to just teenage boys, in a matter of minutes.

"We should get dressed now, do a final pick up and pack up," Herman
announced.

"Uniform of the day is shorts and T shirts!"

Several PPI people showed up to collect our European cell phones, 220 V
electronic gadgets, etc. and shepherd our luggage to the van.  I stopped at
the desk and signed off on the bill.  I was just shocked at the cost, which
averaged over a thousand pounds/day.  Granted we did have a 4 bedroom suite
with a very large sitting room and a number of meals.  I passed the receipt
to William and we departed for the airport.  All eyes were on us as we
slipped from the lobby into the bus.  I could see the confusion and
question in the eyes and on the faces of the young ladies, wondering if we
were a sports team or rock band, that somehow had missed their notice.  We
do look good in our short shorts and tight fitting T shirts.

Marshall and Swensen met us in the boarding lounge and escorted us to the
Challenger.  We stowed our luggage and Marshall patted each butt as we
ascended the stairs.

Within minutes of reaching our cursing altitude I had Herman bent over the
arm of a sofa and was plowing his ass.  I knew this one would be special,
being at altitude, along with the extra kick of my special lube, his head
would be spinning.  This would be one fuck he would always remember.
Before I ejaculated, Will was in my ass, Herman was reaming Ziggy, Eric and
Zig were sucking each other, Stan, Geoff and Trevor were into a three way.
About that time Ed (Captain Marshall) came into the cabin for a little
pleasure.  He was sure going to like his job a lot better from now on.  Not
that he didn't like it already but the non taxable benefits offered by the
Adonis brothers, would be impossible to beat.

I took the left seat for some operating hours, with Johan in his usual
right seat position.  I just love to fly and flying naked, is well, flying
naked.  Johan and Ed spelled each other off for the remainder of the
flight.  They like flying naked too.  The hard part is keeping your hands
on the aircraft's controls and your focus on business, under these
conditions.  About an hour out of Calgary I gave the controls back to Ed
and Johan.  Ok, I gave up my seat and the head set, we were still on
autopilot.  Rounding up the brothers, encouraging them to get dressed and
clean up the cabin was easier than I thought.  They were, shall I say,
spent.