19
It's simple really, Lawrence tells me. I never want anyone younger than fourteen in my bed. A couple have snuck in by dint of determination but, the rule is age fourteen. I don't go for what our friend Jake does. Lawrence is on my wave length as to age, or at least a little closer to it.
Huh, I haven't met Jake.
No? Well, that can be resolved. He's a good guy. And he has done better than I have limiting the number of women who have his heart. He pushes most out every year. The way Joy and Rose set me up, they gave me a problem as the mothers and daughters do not age out of my dorm for four to six years. That left plenty of time to fall in love and no good exit plan. We had to shut down the program we originally set up. We froze things in place and assisted a few to leave. But I have more women than any man should ever have, and more children too. If you get into this, there are somethings you need to avoid!
If this was supposed to be a sales talk, you are doing a great job of talking me out of it!
You should know that Imee, Jovelyn and Ikay were mine before I met Jake. They are the reason we became aware of Jake.
So the many kids are not because of Jake?
Yes and no. I had kids before Jake but, Jake's females swelled the ranks even though it wasn't supposed to happen. The women wanted to get pregnant for reasons of the ability to stay longer than the original plan. If your plan allows them to stay without pregnancy, you may not run into that issue.
Unintended consequences?
Exactly.
Would you excuse me for about ten minutes? I need to check something on my office email. I have a colleague flying in tonight from the States.
Of course.
On second thought, why don't you come up with me? We can continue talking while I wait to hear from her. Lawrence nods and follows me up the stairs.
I turn on the laptop.
He's looking around. Nice digs.
Thanks.
The laptop is booting. How many are not here tonight?
Six. But four will stay in the field primarily for years. Two really belong here.
Adults?
Yes.
So all the juveniles are here?
Yes. And for the life of me, I don't want any more.
Good. ... You like the young ones?
Yes, but, I feel guilty as hell about it. It gives me headaches.
Have you forced any of them?
No. I try to talk them out of it.
OK, so they are all volunteers?
I guess you could call them that.
Why haven't you taken Amzkie?
She's too shy. She can't even say good morning to me. So she is not in a place where she can ask for anything.
OK, good call. What will you do with Sha?
I will try to talk her out of it.
What if she still wants a roll in the hay?
Then she will get it. I am worried about what happens if I reject one who asks for it.
That's why you are afraid of the girls from Jake. You are afraid the twelve-year-olds will demand it.
Yeh, but, I am uncomfortable with the fourteen-year-olds too. I had set the bottom limit at fifteen. It's not as bad as those who would be twelve but so far I have avoided anyone younger than fifteen.
I check my email. There is a note from Zelle, she will be back tomorrow morning. We do have a problem.
There is nothing from Cynthia. She should have landed an hour ago.
Gordon, there's little difference between a single year. I suspect you would get over that. So don't bed the younger ones until they turn fourteen. If you are only going to take a small group and they are in it for the long run, and they know it, I doubt you will get any pressure to take the very young ones early.
I don't think Jana and Maria will cooperate.
Well, you do have to be driving the bus. You need to make it very clear, even if it means hurting their feelings a bit. Taking the very young ones is a dangerous road to travel down.
A chime on my laptop tells me I have a Skype session request. I signal to Lawrence to wait a second and take the call.
Hi! Where are you?
I just checked into the Marriott. I will fly to you in the morning. Gordon, is the traffic there like it is here? It is insane here. Do they put Vaseline on the quarter panels of the taxis? I swear they must have touched but not a sound and no bump.
No, but, it's equally nuts here for different reasons.
OK, well I am sending you the flight info. Will Eve and Zelle be there?
No, Eve will be back in a couple of days, Zelle will be back tomorrow. We have a problem to resolve.
Trouble?
Could be.
Affecting me?
No. This is an internal Bayan Na issue.
OK. See you tomorrow.
The Skype session ends and I look over at Lawrence. Sorry for that.
No, no, it's quite alright. You are running a business. That is perfectly clear. It is also why we are having the discussion of the girls. Correct?
I smile, Yes, if it weren't for that, there is no way I would need so many people in my life.
Exactly. And that, Gordon, is what you must remember, as you go forward. Your internal guilt feelings are going to lead you to act, as if it was all about accumulating pussy for a sorry horny old man. You have to keep in mind that there is a real business need here.
Lawrence are you giving me a 'fuck her for Old Glory,' talk? Honestly?
If the shoe fits, Gordon, why not wear it?
Because it's just a little too convenient.
Tell me, given the culture here, and the standard practices here, if you used the normal procedures, how easy would it be to do what you are doing?
Not a chance. There would be no way to accomplish the tasks.
And you are sort of rejiggering things to make it happen?
Yeh, you could say that.
And how important are these girls in the rejiggering?
Very. OK, the shoe fits.
Gordon, take a look at a few of the folders. There are some amazing ladies in those pages. They will be loyal to you, and you will be a lucky man to know them.
OK, OK. I give up. Lawrence, tell me, how many of those females down there do you truly, deeply love?
Oh, Gordon, I know you will find this hard to believe. All of them. I love all of them. Not, just like, or lust after. No. I love them.
It changes you, doesn't it? It must.
Yes, it does. But be honest. I saw it in your eyes, when we first met downstairs. You already are in love with Maria, the one who was supposed to be your maid. Right?
Yes.
And I think you are falling for that little Renelyn?
OK! So do you not think that very fact is scaring the hell out of me?
Jana knows how you feel about Maria?
Yeh.
And she still loves you.
Uh-huh.
And, both Jana and Maria are pushing you to add these girls? Right?
Yeh, that's something I can't wrap my head around.
Trust them in this one. They are your loves and they both love you. That is obvious. Trust them, Gordon.
Wait a second. Just a few minutes ago you said, I needed to make it clear, who is driving the bus and now you are telling me to trust them. Which is it?
Probably a little of both. You do need to set limits but, you need to accept that they are right on the big issue.
I just shrug my shoulders. We are done up here and we rejoin the group downstairs. Soon enough the gathering is over. The females from my house are hugging and speaking in an animated fashion to Lawrence's girls all the way out to the gate. The house is quiet.
Renelyn comes back in and asks, OK, if we with you tonight? She is pointing back toward Raya, who has her back to me as she is saying goodbye to Ikay, Cherie and Nicca.
I am with Jana and Maria tonight. It will have to be another night.
It's OK with them, if you agree. I asked already.
OK, I will tell Jana and Maria that I will be with the two of you then.
I get a hug and she skips off. A few minutes later my wife and mistress have both been informed of the evening's plan, plus details regarding Cynthia and Zelle's return tomorrow. But Jana and Maria want to know about other things. I am bracketed by them as Jana asks, Did Lawrence talk to you about taking those women?
Yes, you know he did! That's why you had them come over.
And?
And what?
Gordon, stop being difficult! What you decide?
I decided that I do not understand either of you.
Ah! That because we are smarter than you! What you decide about the ones from Jake?
I will look at them.
When?
I don't know. We are real busy tomorrow and probably for the next few days.
Maria and I will go through and select some for you to look at.
No, you will not. This is for work and not my pleasure. I will see who looks like a fit for the company first. I am not ready yet. You will have to wait!
OK. We wait.
It's been a long day. I go to the bedroom and take a shower. The girls are not here. That's OK with me. They can come to my bed later and we can have fun in the morning if it comes to that. This is not a command performance. Once under the sheet, I turn off the light.
I am awakened by movement on the bed. I do not think I have been here too long. I glance at the clock on the nightstand and get confirmation. It has only been about fifteen minutes. Renelyn murmurs a greeting in my ear and begins to nibble. Raya is somewhat inexpertly stroking my rod.
I feel their skin against me. I sense their excitement. I am excited myself, sensing the urgency in this girl who has no idea how to pleasure my rod but, is so ready to do it. We are a tangle of bodies in the dark room. My rod is rigid and wanting more than Raya is delivering. I pull the girl up, and on to her knees, under me. I center my rod on her cunt and ram it in, only to hear her cry out, Aray!1 Damn, she must have been dry. I should have used the KY. I pause but feel a little moisture. I resume slowly. Raya is getting wetter. We speed up. Raya is grunting as I slam into her, repeatedly. Her juices are leaking out around my rod as we plow through the need we both feel.
Renelyn is on my side and a little behind me. She has grabbed my scrotum and is squeezing as she urges me on in my ear. Do her Gordon. Fuck her hard. Make her yours. Make her need this. I need this. Make her one of us. Make Amzkie pregnant!
Amzkie? What the fuck? I am fucking Amzkie? Fourteen-year-old, shy Amzkie? Oh fuck! And I blow my cum into the girl with a force that sends both of us into orbit. Amzkie has her first orgasm as she receives her first load of cum.
I roll off her back and onto an empty section of mattress. As soon as I do this, Amzkie shifts around and grabs on to me. She is holding on as if we are on a roller coaster and she is afraid she will fall out.
I put my arm around her and she sighs. I reach out and bring Renelyn to me. We go to sleep.
I awaken at 6AM, alone, with blood on my shrunken rod and on the sheets. I shower and return to the bedroom only to meet Maria, who looks at me with a broad grin. I see you have Amzkie last night! You make her very happy!
I was tricked! And I have ruined the sheets.
No, I clean them. It OK.
Maria gives me a sweet kiss and leaves the bedroom, sheets bundled up in her arms. Once dressed I enter the kitchen area, only to run directly into Renelyn, Raya and Amzkie. Good morning, Amzkie!
The girl puts her head down, runs into my arms, hugs me tight and whispers, Good morning, Sir.
I kiss the top of her head and think she is done. She is not. She is not letting go. I reach out for a glass of juice, and she moves with me. I move to the dining room table and she remains tightly attached to me. I try to sit down and she climbs on to my lap, snuggling her face into my neck. I just hold on to her and stroke her hair. She is murmuring, purring, humming.
I do my best to eat some breakfast, one handed while holding on to the girl. She has calmed a bit. Her breathing is slow and regular. Sweetheart. Amzkie, I love holding you. I love having you close to me but, I need to go and take care of some work. Is it OK if we do more holding later? She slides off my lap, at first, head down and then she picks up her head. She looks me in the eyes, and smiles. OK, Sir. I be your good girl. Always. I promise. And then she runs out the door.
Hala!
What about, Jana?
That one, Gordon. That not sexual happiness. That not relief and feel safety. That is love.
'Hala' indeed. Didn't I just hear last night from Lawrence that he had a number of females he was in love with? Is this how it is?
I go up to the office but there is little to do. A note from Cynthia says she will arrive at 8:45AM. I need to leave in thirty minutes. I text Jana, downstairs, to get ready to go.
There are three of us in the vehicle. Maria is with us. The trip to the airport is uneventful. We are waiting. The plane is late. That is not a big surprise. When it does come, there is a scrum of families all bunched up waiting for arriving passengers. The three of us, hold back. Eventually Cynthia appears, wending her way through the throng. She pulls the standard case you can stick in the overhead bin so that you don't have to check your luggage. There are both advantages and disadvantages to this when traveling internationally but, it does mean that on this domestic flight she is 'good to go' quickly.
She sees me and Jana. She has no idea about Maria. Rolling her bag up behind her she comes face to face with my wife. Cynthia is a little hesitant and sticks her hand out to shake. Jana does everything but bat it away. She brings Cynthia in for a kiss and a hug. Jana whispers in Cynthia's ear. You are as sexy as I remember. This time I am happy about that!
Following that hug, Cynthia steps back. I smile at her. Let me introduce Maria to you. Once again Cynthia goes to shake a hand and once again, she gets manhandled, kissed and hugged. Another whisper, If you are going to bed Gordon, you are going to bed me too.
That wins an Oh!, from Cynthia.
The initial drive back is easy driving and Cynthia is in the middle of telling me that she should get her own car, when reality rears its head and we are surrounded by all manner of transports, weaving in and out, cutting across without warning, whizzing from the most unlikely of places, and Cynthia can only exclaim, How? Still,we haven't needed to pass a carabao drawn cart yet. As we thread through uncontrolled, heavily congested intersections, the argument, that she should get her own car and drive, ends.
We arrive home, the gate slides open, allowing us to drive into the compound. The stout concrete walls and upper grillwork on the fence, I find graceful but, to Cynthia's eyes, it is startling. This is a fort! Is this necessary?
Yes, it is common here.
Huh.
The gate closes behind us as I park the vehicle under the carport. We walk towards the front door. Cynthia's eyes are taking things in. You have CCTV?
Yes.
O.... K.
We enter the house. Gordon this is huge. How high are the ceilings?
Four meters.
No dear, how high in feet.
A little under 14 feet.
Are all the floors like this? Tile?
Yes.
Don't sell many vacuum cleaners here, I bet.
Uh-huh.
Maria takes Cynthia by the arm. Come I will show you, your room.
A few seconds later they are gone, Jana is walking outside to attend to something, I know not. I go up to my office and find Zelle next door in her office. I stick my head into her and say, Hi.
Hi yourself. What do we do about Jonathan?
What have you confirmed?
He is buying for our competitors. Getting the better product for them, and getting that product to them first. He then gets us the knock off, at the same high price and gets it to us after our competition gets their stuff. It could hardly be worse.
Can you prove it?
No, it would be next to impossible. Everyone will deny it and it is happening overseas. Plus, I can't fire a husband. And it gets worse. Jonathan and Alona have had a fight about it. She is flying back here now. He is still in Malaysia.
Does he know she is talking to us?
Apparently not. She told him she was done with all of us and hoped to never see any of us again?
She mean that?
No, it seems she was just covering her tracks. She will be here at the house, this afternoon. She says she has something she wants us to see.
About what?
I don't know, she would not say.
Well, nothing to be done until we see her. Cynthia is here.
Where? When?
Here, in the house. We just got back from the airport with her.
Wonderful. I can't wait to get working with her. Well, almost. Gordon, I missed you.
Zelle gets up from her desk, comes over to me, puts her arms around me and holds me tight. I stroke her back. Gordon, I know you are married and I am married but, honestly, I love you, Gordon. I know you don't need me, as a lover, to do what we are doing for the business. But I love you. Can you love me? Maybe a little?
I am hearing Lawrence in my head. Yes, Zelle, I can. I do.
Good. Good.
There is no sex, no touching special places. Just hearts, arms and need. We hold each other for a while.
I kiss her temple, whisper in her ear, Come, it's time you meet Cynthia, formally. I pull back. Zelle has been crying. Her tears have soaked my sleeve. She nods, dabs her eyes with a handkerchief and we walk downstairs.
Cynthia is sitting with Jana and Maria. They are laughing. There is the remains of a sliced mango, and a senorita banana, on a plate in front of Cynthia. A cup of coffee is half full.
Maria looks at me and announces, Ma'am Cynthia takes her coffee like a normal person, not like your tea!
I'm glad you approve of her preferences in coffee. I suspect they do not extend to, balut, durian, bulad2 or Bagoóng. So be careful.
Ha! We will see!
Cynthia is now a little panicky. Wait! Maria, I suspect that Gordon is right.
OK.
Cynthia, I hate to interrupt your social hour with my wife and mistress but, you and my partner in business crime have never formally met. Zelle is every bit as important to me, as these two conspirators are and I suspect the two of you have much to discuss.
Jana comes up to me, gives me a kiss and then to Zelle and gives her a kiss, before retiring from the room. Maria, taking her cue from my wife, follows suit though she exhibits a little more groping of hands over Zelle who squeezes Maria's butt in return before breaking the clinch.
Cynthia, are you up to this, or would you like to take another nap?
Sleep is the last thing I want. Zelle, I have some code on two USB sticks in my bag. Can we get to a computer of yours and look at some things?
That is exactly what Zelle wants to hear. She grabs Cynthia and they are gone. From four females in this room, I am down to none. That is fine. I am turning around to go back up to my office when I hear, Sir Gordon?
Good morning, Sha. Did you sleep well?
Oh, yes, Sir. Very good. I have a very nice bedroom. Thank you for that. Mother say I should have my own and not have to share. I never have such a thing before. I feel very special. Mother say it is because of you that I feel this way.
It is because I love your mother, Sha. Since I love her, you are very important to me.
Will you love me too?
Sha, in a way I already do. I do so as you are the daughter of a woman I love. I will never let anything bad happen to you.
Sir, I not mean that type of love. Maybe you would love a dog if it was my mothers. I am not a dog. Will you love me!
Bakit? Why is this needed? I am an old man. I am married, with many mistresses. Why do you want me to love you?
Mother say you are makulit about this. She say I should just tell you “to be good and take me.”
I see. I told your mother to not push you into this.
Sir, she is not pushing me. I am pushing her. This is what I want.
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