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The New Game Ch. 01

By: icumonyourshoes



 Chapter 01 – Open Door Policy

I was sitting in the small but orderly office at the back of the hardware store, just plowing away through the paperwork that was left for me. It was almost 7pm, which meant closing time. I heard the office door open and I looked up to see my Uncle Phil standing in the doorway.

"I cashed out the register," Uncle Phil said to me as he flipped me a paper bag full of cash. "I am going to head home to your Aunt Cindy."

"Uncle Phil, we both know you are headed to Murphy's for a beer or two with Rick before you go home," I corrected him.

Rick Markson was my Uncle Phil's best friend since they were kids. They were local boys who loved where they were from and considered it a big part of who they were as men. Rick was a good man and he had been a great help to our entire family during Uncle Phil's recent rehabilitation. Rick and my Uncle Phil had a beer or two at Murphy's bar every night for the past 25 years or so. Every night, that is, with the exception of the 2 months Uncle Phil had spent in rehab learning to walk again. It had been a tough time for us as we went through it and Rick was a good friend to us all.

"Some things don't change," he admitted with a hearty laugh. "Speaking of which, Donna-Lee is here to see you."

"Some things don't change," I repeated with a laugh.

"I respect your right to make your own decisions," Uncle Phil professed to me. "You have grown into a smart, successful man with a good heart and good values, so I hate to offer advice that isn't asked for. But maybe you ought to think about giving that another chance."

I looked at him, curiously. Uncle Phil was certainly not one to offer unsolicited advice, so this took me by surprise. He had never wanted to discuss any part of my romantic life, so this was an interesting twist. I wondered if Rick had said anything to him about Donna-Lee and myself. I knew Uncle Phil meant well, but this was a topic I was not at all prepared to discuss with him tonight.

"Uncle Phil, the man I am is due in large part to the many valuable things you taught me," I reminded him politely. "Kiss Aunt Cindy for me when you get home."

Uncle Phil turned and headed out of the office, moving slowly on his cane. He accepted my position of not wanting to dive into this topic tonight. At this point, his limp was almost not noticeable if you didn't already know it was there. He continued going to physical therapy 3 days a week because he was a proud man who believed in hard work. He had worked extremely hard in his rehab from the awful car accident that shattered his right leg. 

I moved out from behind the small metal desk and followed Uncle Phil out to the front of the store. As he had informed me, Donna-Lee Markson was waiting for me at counter. She was standing there, leaning on the counter, waiting for my arrival. Donna-Lee was Rick's daughter and I had known her for most of my life. She had always had a sort of crush on me. We had tried dating back in high school and it was a great ride. It was my first "real" relationship and I will always treasure the time I shared with her. I, however, ended that relationship in order to date the head cheerleader. That turned out to be the first really poor decision of my adult life.

That cheerleader did a number on me. I was crazy about her and I went as far as to buy a ring. I proposed during Christmas break of our senior year. She accepted and I felt like I was on top of the world. That world came crashing down three months later. It was brought to my attention, by accident, that she had slept with my best friend and two of my teammates while we were together. As an 18 year-old kid, that was a crushing blow. Scandal traveled fast in a small town. From that point on, I was either the receipt of mockery or pity from just about everyone I encountered. It took me some time to regroup and that's when I made my decision to go away to college. California seemed like a large enough place for me to become invisible.

Donna-Lee, on the other hand, went on to date and then marry Brian Delany. Brian was a football player who got a full-ride to Penn State and had a cup of coffee with the Eagles. He found a career in the sports marketing field and provided her a good life while they were together. Donna-Lee left him after 3 years of marriage when she found out that Brian was having an affair with a co-worker. The small town rumor mill went to work quickly and Brian could not take the whispers and innuendo. He moved out of town and Donna-Lee returned to her maiden name. It was now treated like they were never together at all.

Everyday since I had returned home, almost 6 months ago, Donna-Lee had stopped by the store to see me. She would finish her workday at the bank and then swing by to remind me that she would love to give "us" a second chance. Looking at her now, I knew that tonight's conversation would be no different. She looked lovely and she was smiling brightly at me. She was attractive, yet plain. She wasn't quite as much of a woman as the ladies I had been with in California, her appearance screamed "small town." Uncle Phil passed her and waved on his way to the door. I watched him climb up into his new truck and pull out of the lot. I grabbed several items that were left on the counter and began putting them back where they went as Donna-Lee began her daily sermon.

"Hey you," she greeted me.

"Hey Donna-Lee," I returned politely. "How are you today?"

"I'm lonely," she admitted. "A week from today is Valentine's day. I am hoping you will see the light by then and be my Valentine."

"Donna-Lee, today is Wednesday," I admitted simply. "I expect next Wednesday will also be just another Wednesday for me."

"Why do you have to be so difficult," she asked rhetorically. "You know our history."

I did know our history. I also knew her pattern. I wondered what memory she would recap tonight. Each conversation was a different memory of our 1½ years as a teenage couple. I thought nothing of it as I continued putting items back on the shelves and racks. Often they were good memories she recalled. I enjoyed our time together when we dated. It was so easy to be with her since our families were so close. That made it feel all the more right. I didn't mind remembering those times, except on her bad days. When she was hurting and she wanted to let me know that she was in pain, she would bring up the things I did not want to remember. Those days were hard to swallow since I admittedly had made some mistakes as a youth. I felt bad about the times when I had hurt her and recapping those times made me feel worse. It did not feel, from her tone of voice, that today was going to be one of those bad days.

"Do you remember when we went to my parent's 25th anniversary party," she asked. "I looked great, you looked great. We danced and drank and oh what an after party."

I did remember that party. Actually, I remembered, with vivid detail, the majority of the moments Donna-Lee recapped. She was a good-hearted woman, but I was a broken man inside. She deserved better and I was in no shape to start dating yet, especially since I had no idea where my life was going. The only thing I knew for sure was that my heart belonged to two different women, both of who were 3,000 miles away and neither of whom I had seen in the six months since I had returned home. I did not want to hurt Donna-Lee again, so I continued to respectfully discourage her advances.

"I remember your little brother Danny drinking until he puked at that party," I revealed. "I carried his drunken ass to the car and had to drop him off at home so he could sober up before your mom and dad got home the next day."

"Yeah, he was a mess that night," she agreed. "But we put him to bed and then we went to my room. You and I always had such amazing physical chemistry."

I ignored that last remark and collected the paperwork off the counter. I put the paperwork on the desk in the office as Donna-Lee followed me like a lost puppy. I grabbed my jacket and made my way to the door. I ushered Donna-Lee out of the store as I locked the door behind us. I started my mom's car, which had essentially become mine since I arrived home, and turned back to Donna-Lee.

"Can we go get a drink," she offered.

"Not tonight," I declined. "Maybe tomorrow."

"You have said that every night for almost 6 months," she recapped for me. "Are you ever gonna say yes?"

"Are you ever gonna give up," I countered with a laugh.

She smiled and got in her car. She rolled the window down as she backed out of the parking space she was in. She grinned at me as it started to snow lightly around me.

"Give your dad my best," I said to her as she pulled away slowly, never taking her eyes off of me.

I headed home and as I came through the door, dinner was waiting. Dinner was waiting for me every night since my return. My mother loved to feed me. She lived for it. I kissed my mom as I hung up my jacket. I sat at the table and ate dinner as mom filled me in on her day. Fred, my mother's second husband, sat silently on the couch watching the news. Life was simple here.

I finished eating and spent some time on the computer before turning in for the night. I laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. Just like every night since I had been home my dreams were bathed in memory of the women I left in California. Snow White had her seven dwarfs and likewise, I had these seven beauties that challenged me, cared for me, confused me, and intrigued me. Yes, these seven women were my own personal fairytale and I remembered them fondly.

Morning came early, as it did most days. I was up and out of the house in a hurry, but not before my mother handed me my lunch and a fresh cup of coffee. I arrived at the store at 6:30am, just like most days for the past 6 months. I opened the store, prepared the daily deposit, put the register online and put on a fresh pot of coffee in the office.

At 8am Aunt Cindy arrived, as she did everyday. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and then headed into the office. She disappeared again quickly, taking the daily deposit to the bank. At 9am Uncle Phil arrived for the day. He found his usual seat on a wooden stool next to the register as I headed into the office.

I placed the daily order for items we were out of and managed our payables to ensure no bills were overdue. Uncle Phil was a stickler for paying our bills promptly. Aunt Cindy returned shortly after that and pulled up a chair next to me. I had been giving her computer lessons and she had become very proficient. She took over everything I was doing so I left her to her work. I spent sometime with Uncle Phil up front; talking about things we might be able to do in order to improve the store. We always talked over coffee; Uncle Phil was a big coffee drinker. He was also a man with simple ideas and simple visions. I enjoyed that very much as it was much better than contemplating taking complicated risks and gambles on a pretty basic business.

Rick stopped by around lunchtime and he, Uncle Phil and I played cards while we ate together. He was a good man and their friendship was important to both of them. It was pretty cool to watch. Rick was always respectful enough to not pressure me about Donna-Lee, which I appreciated. Any father would want to see their daughter happy, so I wouldn't have blamed him if he had, but he was a better man than that. After lunch I worked on a few small items with Aunt Cindy before she left for the day. She was a very organized and tidy woman, who had always been good to me. She was very proud of how good she had become with the computer system I had installed. 

At 6:30pm Uncle Phil poked his head into the office to let me know he was leaving for the night. He was off to have a beer or two with Rick, just like every night before. He still walked with that cane, but he appeared to be better everyday. Of course, as he grabbed his jacket he mentioned that Donna-Lee was waiting for me. I organized the desk and headed out front to close out the register. Donna-Lee was smiling at me as usual. Things around here were wonderfully, comfortably predictable.

"Hey you," she greeted me as usual.

"Hey Donna-Lee," I returned. "How are you today?"

"You know how I am," she stated. "And I have decided that I am not giving up. I thought you should know."

"I figured as much, but thank you for clarifying it," I laughed. "What's on your mind tonight?"

I continued counting the money in the register as she decided on which memory to replay this evening.

"Do you remember the night you got home from baseball camp," she asked rhetorically. "It was the summer before our junior year. You went to Cleveland for 4 weeks to play baseball 24/7. You were possessed with that game. Do you remember that night you got home?"

"Yes, Donna-Lee, I remember that night," I confirmed confidently. "I remember every single detail as perfectly as you do."

I did remember that night. It was one of my favorite memories in my life. That night, more than any other, felt like a dream come true. I heard the chime ring from the front door, indicating that someone had come into the store. I wasn't concerned. Even though I continued to cash out the register I could do the math in my head on almost any sale. I hated to turn people away who needed things, even if technically we were closed. Uncle Phil would never turn anyone away and he would not have been happy if I were to do it now. Besides, Donna-Lee was only getting started so I figured we were going to be a while.

"I picked you up and we drove out to Meyers Field where you told me all about the camp," she remembered fondly, bringing me right back to that moment in time. "You were so wrapped in your baseball talk. Then we made love for hours on the hood of my car. Right there in that darkness. You were such a stallion."

"I think you are remembering it more like you wanted it to be rather than how it actually was," I advised her. "I was an awkward 16 year old kid and you were already one hell of a woman."

"But I loved you," she disclosed. "So what was awkwardness to you was skill to me. When we were done I had the idea to drive to Pittsburg. We snuck into Three Rivers Stadium. Remember that?"

"I certainly do," I acknowledged. "You were so inspired by coming up with that idea, you drove like a maniac. I had never seen such fire in your eyes."

"I wanted to give you the best gift anyone had ever given you," she insisted, getting a little choked up. "And I was hell bent on doing it. The passion you had in your voice when you talked about baseball that night inspired me. I wanted you to talk about me with that same passion. I wanted you to love me like you loved that game. We snuck in through that auxiliary gate near the concessions entrance. It was like 4am when we finally got inside."

"We looked all around the halls and found our way past the locked clubhouse and into the dugout," I continued the now vivid memory. "I found a bat and a bucket of balls in a small closet near the dugout steps and you insisted on pitching me batting practice as the sun came up. There was no telling you 'no' that night."

I could not believe that she had not brought up this night until now. This was a night I still thought of fondly from time to time when I needed a lift.

"The loud echo of each crack of the bat off the empty seats was like music," she picked up where I left off. "I don't recall you missing a single pitch. You drew that bat back time after time and sprayed that bucket all over the field. You were so focused. I had never seen you smile like that. You were breathtaking."

"And you were throwing gas," I laughed. "You had to hit in the high 70's on the gun that morning. I remember it was a cool morning for August. The sun was low in the sky behind you as you fired pitch after pitch at me. I just kept watching the ball come out of your hand and I tried to hit each one where it was pitched. I got in such a rhythm that I forgot where we were for a while. It was as close as I have ever felt to heaven."

"And then it happened," she commented.

"And then it happened," I repeated, smiling widely at her.

"The sound when you hit that ball was very different than all the others before it," she remarked. "It sounded like a gunshot without the violence or like thunder on a clear night. I had never heard anything like it. It was almost poetic."

"I didn't feel it hit the bat," I told her. "No sting, no vibration, nothing. But it jumped off the barrel. We both watched it go."

"Right down the left field line," she recalled. "Until, bang."

"More like a gong sound than a bang," I corrected her. "The sound it made when it hit the pole still gives me chills."

"You put the bat down right on home plate and walked out to me on the mound," she said. "I never felt as warm inside as when you grabbed my hand and led me off that field. It was the perfect moment."

It was hard to argue that is was the single most perfect moment ever, but before I could express that to Donna-Lee, someone else did.

"That sounds magical," a voice interrupted us.

I looked to my right and saw an absolutely stunning blonde woman standing there. My eyes focused on her face and my mouth fell open. I did a double take to make sure that my eyes were not playing tricks on me. I snapped my head two or three times to be certain that she was really here, right in front of me. Once I was sure that it was her, I could not take my eyes off of her. I found it hard to think, let alone speak.

"Donna-Lee, perhaps you should head on home now," I said to her calmly and without looking at her.

Brooke never took her eyes off of me as I spoke. I don't know what expression Donna-Lee made or what she was thinking, but she was polite enough to leave the store without another word. I heard the chime on the front door ring again as Donna-Lee exited the store. I was enjoying reliving that night with her, all those years ago, but seeing Brooke took a backseat to nothing at that moment.

We stared at each other for a long time. I did not know what to say. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and was lost. Every emotion I had felt for her and for all of those women came rushing back and began to overwhelm me. I suddenly felt guilty and then ashamed. I watched carefully as Brooke took three steps forward and placed her hands on the counter in front of me.

"What are you doing here," I finally managed to ask her.

"I am doing what I think is right," she responded as her hands began to shake.

I stared at her curiously, not sure what she meant, yet. I reached for her hands with my own, but she withdrew quickly.

"Do you remember when I told you that I was with you and not the game," she asked me directly. "I said I trusted you and would follow your lead. Do you remember me saying that?"

I thought back to the time when we lived together and all the things that went on in the game during that time frame. I knew the moment she was referring to and I certainly remembered her saying all of those things as clearly as if it were only moments ago.

"Yes, I remember," I confirmed.

"Those statements are why I am here," she explained. "The women back home miss you. You don't call or write much at all anymore. There is growing tension and frustration. Our lack of information on your situation has led to a big crossroads."

I stared at her plagued with guilt and fear.

"There is a meeting coming up to decide what to do about the game and you," she informed me. "If you are not in California for that meeting, the game is over. These ladies have agreed to terminate the game if you are not home and at that meeting next Wednesday."

"They sent you across the country to tell me about this meeting," I inquired, assuming that was the case.


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"No," she corrected me. "They agreed not to tell you about the meeting at all."

"What the fuck kind of shit is that," I yelled. "That is ridiculous. How can I be expected to be at a meeting I didn't know about?"

"How can you expect seven beautiful women to wait for you forever," she countered. "It was decided that if you didn't want to be there than they were not going to force or pressure you into showing up. That is where my conflict began. I thought you deserved to know and I owed it to you to tell you."

"Thank you," I offered.

"Fuck you," she snapped at me harshly. "You left a wake of heartaches on people I care about because you got comfortable and lazy being home. I love you, still, but I am having a hard time justifying why you would call less and less over time. Why we were all so easy to abandon? Each of us gave you different pieces of ourselves because we trusted you and believed in you. You said things and made promises that you are not living up to. You are being selfish and I can't stand for it without letting you know."

I absorbed the sting of her words as I stood there silently. She was right.

"Penny has become as dear to me as my sisters and my niece," she enlightened me. "You are tearing her heart out and I have to watch. That is unacceptable. You missed the birth of Nikki's son, my sister questions if it was her neediness that drove you to stay away and I miss you. It hurts my pride to admit that I miss you as much as I do. These are all things you created. We understood why you came home and we would have done anything to help. You have taken advantage of all of that. It stops now."

I was crushed. The things she was telling me hurt. I did not want to cause these women any pain, they all deserved better than that. I felt as small as I ever had in my life. I did not know how to respond.

"The other women don't know I am here," she stated. "If you ever tell any of them, I will deny it and then you will have to deal with me when I find you."

I nodded to let her know that I understood.

"I stopped by and saw your mom," she announced softly. "We had a nice talk and she thinks you are ready to come back too. She told me how well your Uncle Phil is doing and how much you have helped. You did the right thing for your family and that is admirable. It's time to do the right thing by your other family. It's now or never. If you aren't at that meeting Wednesday, consider yourself dead to all of us. If anything you ever said to me was true, you owe me and these women better than to just fade away into obscurity because it's easier."

She turned to go without another word.

"Brooke," I called to her.

She did not stop walking.

"Brooke, wait," I yelled louder.

She continued towards the front door as I moved out from behind the counter.

"Angel," I shouted.

She stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around to face me with tears streaming down her face. Seeing her like that destroyed me.

"I'm sorry," I said to her. "I love you."

She looked me in the eye as she fought her tears. She was shaking as she stared at me.

"Prove it," she snapped.

She quickly turned and walked out the front door of the store. I stood there, in the silence. I don't know how long it took for me to move but I retreated to the office and collected my jacket. I locked the store and headed for the car. Donna-Lee was leaning against it waiting for me. I said nothing as I approached her.

"Is she the reason you wouldn't give 'us' another shot," Donna-Lee asked me calmly.

I nodded as I opened the driver door and started the car. That simple gesture was so much easier that attempting to explain the complexity of what was going in California to Donna-Lee. I am not sure she would have seen me the same if I had explained it to her. Tonight, of all nights, I could not take another person being disappointed in me.

"I don't blame you," she said. "She's gorgeous. The girls around here don't look like that. If she doesn't realize what she's got in you, then she's a fool."

Donna-Lee leaned forward and kissed me softly on my cheek. She then turned and got in her car. I stood there, once again motionless, as she pulled away. This had been one rough day. I could not wait to get home and have a beer.

When I opened the front door, I noticed a Corona with a lime in it waiting for me on the table. I knew my mother had set it there. She always seemed to know what I needed. As I took a seat at the table I noticed that mom was in the kitchen washing dishes. I took a sip of the beer and sat there, enjoying the silence for the moment. I heard the water stop and my mother joined me at the table. She sat directly across from and smiled.

"She deserved better than that, you know," mom said to me.

"I do know," I agreed.

"Don't stay here if you want to go back," she told me. "You have been a greater help and done more than anyone could have asked or expected. You don't have to live Uncle Phil's life. You have one of your own."

"Uncle Phil is a good man with a good life," I reminded her. "What's so wrong with that?"

"Nothing is wrong with that," she insisted. "If that's what you want, then it's wonderful. But we both know that isn't the life you would choose. You have a choice. Uncle Phil is well enough and Aunt Cindy is now more than capable on that computer you set up for her. You can go whenever you like and no one will protest or be angry. You did the right thing coming home. Now it's ok to do the right thing for you."

She stood up from the table and walked over to me. She kissed me gently on the forehead and then left me to myself. I finished the beer and went to my room. I laid on my bed and thought about things for a long time.

I woke in the morning feeling renewed. I went to the store and set everything up for the day. I waited for Uncle Phil to arrive. When he finally did, I asked him for a word in the office.

"Uncle Phil, I think it's time I go back to California," I said bluntly.

"I was wondering when you would get around to that," he replied. "I would say it's time. You will be missed around here, kid. When do you leave?"

"My flight is at 3pm today," I informed him. "I hope you can understand."

"You have your own life," he stated. "I understand and I can't thank you enough for putting your life on hold to help me."

"You would have done the same thing," I reminded him. "In fact, you have done the same thing."

"The best thing I have ever done in my life is help raise you," he remarked.

He didn't say anything else he just extended his hand. I shook it firmly and then gave him a large hug. He wasn't a very emotional man so he quickly went back to the front counter to work the register. No more words needed to be spoken for me to know that he understood why I was going.

I informed Aunt Cindy of what was happening when she arrived at the store. I left them both after a short goodbye. I got back to the house and finished packing my shit. My mother gave me a ride to the airport and I thanked her for everything she did for me. She was a wonderful mom and the strongest woman I knew, though the seven women who were waiting for me were pretty tough too. Somehow leaving her was never difficult since I always knew I could go back whenever I wanted. I wished I felt the same about the women I was heading back to now. I anticipated my return being tense at best.

When I arrived in Los Angeles it was just after 6pm local time. I got my bags and jumped in a cab headed for home. I got to our house just after 7:30. The house was dark and I figured Penny must still be at the office. I was not sure where Vivian was but neither of their cars were present. My car sat in the driveway, where I had left it. I made my way inside and took my things to my room. I purposely kept the lights off in most of the house.

I grabbed a beer and sat there in the dark living room with just the television on for light. I watched a bunch of crap until I saw headlights pull into the driveway. I turned the television off and waited. I heard the key turn in the door and saw the hall light go on. I heard footsteps on the stairs and then saw a woman's frame at the top of the stairs. She flipped the dining room light on, half illuminating the living room.

"Honey, I'm home," I said softly.

Penny jumped backed in surprise and she stared at me. She moved slowly into the living room and turned the light on. She looked amazing. Her hair was down and in curls, very adorable, as were most things she did. She stared at me without a word until tears filled her eyes. She stood silent and crying as she looked at me.

I waited for her to say something, anything, but she didn't say a word. She just stood there with tears flowing endlessly down her cheeks. Finally I stood from the couch and opened my arms. Penny did not move.

"Sunshine," I said to her.

Penny could not hold out any longer. She ran to me and hugged me tightly. I held her and finally felt whole again. We stood there silently for a long while.

"Are you home for good," she finally asked.

"Yes, I am," I confirmed.

"I thought you were never coming back," she admitted.

"I could live without you for one second longer," I told her.

"Please don't leave me again," she cried.

"I am really good at learning from my mistakes," I assured her. "I'm not going anywhere without you again."

Penny pushed herself onto her tiptoes and kissed me softly on the lips. I smiled down at her as she pulled away.

"Vivian is at Emma's for the weekend," she informed me as her head crashed into my chest.

I wasted no time in scooping her up into my arms and carrying her upstairs. She kicked off her shoes as I carried her to my bed and laid her down. I tore off my shirt and dropped my jeans as Penny removed her blouse and skirt. I removed my boxers while Penny got rid of her bra and panties. I was hard as a rock already as I climbed onto the bed and hovered above my girl.

I kissed her passionately. She was the only thing that I wanted at that moment. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe before moving my focus to her gorgeous breasts. I licked and sucked her nipples. I knew clear fluid was flowing from the tip of dick like a garden hose that had been left on. Penny smiled up at me as I kissed her mouth again.

"I want you so bad," she groaned as we kissed.

Her hand found my cock and guided it to her flooded opening. I pressed into her and was engulfed by her sweet spot. My eyes rolled back into my head because of the sheer delight of being inside of Penny again. It had been so long that I wanted to enjoy this moment but I knew I was not going to last long at all.

Our hips rocked in unison, slowly at first. I withdrew and reentered her box with slow, firm strokes. She whimpered as I pressed my entire length into her repeatedly. I groaned as we picked up our pace. I crashed into her again and again, her fluids lubricating us both. I stared into her eyes as I continued to penetrate her forcefully. She sighed heavily as I entered her again.

I felt my bag tighten up quickly as Penny clutched the comforter beneath her. She moved frantically underneath me as I continued to pump my shaft into her pussy. I maintained my pace, moving in and out of her hurriedly. I reached my peak and exploded as Penny was still thrashing below me. I dumped buckets of semen into her slot while I continued to thrust in and out of her. 

When my cock was milked dry, I lowered myself onto the bed next to her. I pulled her to me and held her. I kissed the back of her neck and her earlobe lightly.

"I am more sorry than I can say," I whispered.

"You're here now," she said. "That's all that matters. Let's just go forward, together."

"Deal," I agreed. "I have to make amends with the rest of the ladies."

"Don't worry about that," she insisted. "They will all be thrilled to see you."

It was good to be home and I hoped the rest of the women were as receptive as my Penny had been.



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 Chapter 02 – Here We Go Again

Penny and I spent the weekend just being lazy. We laid around the house and didn't do much of anything except talk. I told her about how things were back home and how the urge to come back finally overwhelmed me. I conveniently left out the fact that the overwhelming urge was due to Brooke placing her foot firmly in my ass to motivate me.

We made love both Saturday night and Sunday night. It felt very committed and deep, like the game no longer existed and we were just a normal couple. It was everything that I had wanted with Penny and if felt perfect, until Monday morning arrived. Penny got up and took a shower, preparing to go to the office. When she was done, I began to scrape myself out of bed, but she stopped me.

"What are you doing," she asked.

"I was going to get ready to go to work," I informed her.

"Why don't you take a few days to acclimate to being back," she suggested.

"I assumed getting acclimated would include going back to work," I stated.

"Why not relax for a few days," she urged. "Vivian will be home this morning, why not surprise her by being here? You two can use today to catch up. Lord knows that there will be plenty of time to get back to work."

I thought about what she had said. It seemed like a great idea to me. I could catch up with Vivian, answer any questions she had and also reorganize myself here at home. I looked up at Penny as I settled back into bed.

"Sold," I announced.

She kissed me lightly on the lips before scurrying down the stairs and out the door. I laid in bed for a while watching television until I decided to get up and get moving. I began organizing my room and getting back to a system of how things would be here at home. I made my way downstairs and had a cup of coffee while I flipped through the pile of mail on the dining room table. I smiled widely when I heard Vivian's little convertible pull into the driveway.

I heard her key in the door and I took a seat on the couch. I waited as she made her way up the stairs and onto the main level. She walked into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge before making a beeline for the stairs. As she walked past me I watched her sexy frame sway from side to side. She was wearing a white tank top and grey stretch pants with sneakers. It appeared that she might be headed to the gym in her current attire.

"Weren't you going to say hello," I asked as she past me.

Vivian turned around in a flash and stumbled slightly because she was so startled. She looked at me sitting on the couch as if I were a figment of her imagination. I stood up and she ran to me instantly. She jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly. Vivian did not cry, as Penny had, instead she was smiling as big as I had ever seen.

"I missed you so much," she said.

"I missed you too," I admitted.

"Are you home for good," she asked.

"I don't have any reason to leave," I informed her.

Vivian kissed me firmly. I kissed her right back with all the heat I was feeling for her at that moment. I held her as we devoured each other with our mouths. Vivian pulled away from me pulled her tank top over her head. She threw it at me and laughed.

"I want you right now," she exclaimed. "Six months without you was way too much for me. A girl can only satisfy herself so much before she needs a man's touch and I need you, RIGHT NOW."

I took off my t-shirt and shorts, and then sat back down on the couch. Vivian finished undressing and then sauntered over to me. She climbed on top of me, bending her knees and placing them on either side of my hips. I exhaled heavily as she grabbed my shaft and positioned it at her opening. She was saturated and I slid inside of her easily. She worked her pelvis on mine as I moaned with ecstasy.

She bounced up and down on my lap as I fondled her beautiful boobs in my hands. It felt like heaven each time she came crashing down on my rod. She worked fast, running her hands through my hair as she increased her speed. Her walls swallowed my cock with each thrust of her body onto mine. As her climax built she began pulling my hair lightly. She pulled harder as she fucked me faster. It was a unique combination of pleasure and pain as I erupted suddenly inside of her.

I shot many spurts of cum into her pussy as she continued to impale herself on my stick. I groaned loudly with my last shot and Vivian crashed to me again. She locked herself in place and softly kissed my neck. I held her for a moment as we basked in the afterglow.

"I hope you don't think you are done," she whispered in my ear.

"I take it you want more," I said assumingly.

"Oh yeah," she laughed. "I have waited way too long for this to stop at one."

She climbed off of me and crawled onto the floor. I watched her position herself on all fours, her ass facing where I was still seated. My juices and hers ran slowly out of her pussy as she spread her lips with two fingers. The scene was way too inviting to pass up so I quickly rose from the couch and positioned myself behind her. I injected my rod into her gash once again. The mixture of our fluids lubricated my dick as I filled her from behind.

I grabbed her arms and used them to pull her back to me as I filled her. Vivian gasped as I buried my cock in her vagina. I pulled her back to me harder each time. I crashed into her continually, enjoying every single second of this experience. I penetrated her again, very forcefully and she let out a loud scream. Her vocals inspired me to spear her harder with my next thrust.

Vivian was grinding her teeth and moaning loudly as I pounded her slot unmercifully. She seemed to lose her voice as waves of pleasure swept over her and carried her to repeated climaxes. I showed no mercy as I brutally attacked her tight little hole with powerful plunges. Her voice cracked as she screamed again when I popped. I burst a short, powerful load into her sweet spot. I filled her with three thick, milky blasts before I was done. 

I collapsed at the intensity of my second explosion and Vivian crashed on top of me. I looked down at her as we both were breathing heavily.

"I hope you don't expect another round," I said to her.

"I couldn't go again if I wanted to," she laughed as we laid there.

We did not move for a while, we just enjoyed the moments that passed. Finally we were able to function. We spent the day watching movies and catching up. I hadn't realized how much I had missed her until we talked. She was a good woman and she helped make this game everything that it was. I knew there were still some unresolved feelings between us, but today was not the time to get into them.

She took a shower later in the day and when she was done I took one myself. I let the warm water run over me and thought of how amazing it was to be back here, with these women. I stood there for a long time just thinking about each of them and the times that we had shared. This was one unique set of circumstances we were all involved in. I wondered to myself how I got so lucky.

I snapped out of it as I shut the water off. I climbed out of the shower and as I was drying off I heard voices from downstairs. They were getting louder and as I opened the bathroom door, they became very clear. It was Penny and Vivian, in some sort of shouting match. I put on a t-shirt and shorts and made my way downstairs quickly. I found them in the kitchen, pointing and yelling at each other.

"That's bullshit, Penny," Vivian hollered at her. "You had your time; we need new blood running this game."

"That's not your call, Viv," Penny yelled back. "I am still in charge. The game didn't end and it didn't change. We just had a slight interruption."

"You are forcing my hand here," Vivian argued. "I can't sit back and watch you run this game for yourself while the rest of us get locked out. You have to be fair."

Penny noticed me standing in the doorway of the kitchen and stood perfectly still. She looked back at Vivian and then walked past me swiftly. I heard her feet on the stairs and then the door to her room slammed shut. I looked back at Vivian, who said nothing. I did not know what to make of this situation at all. I moved to the couch and turned on the television, not sure of what else to do.

Vivian came and sat next to me. We sat in silence for a couple of hours until Vivian excused herself to go to bed. I shut the television and made my way to my room. Penny's door was still shut tight as I passed her room.

I was very confused.



The New Game Ch. 03



Chapter 03 -- Trust

When I woke on Tuesday, both women were already gone. The house was quiet, as it had been all last night. I cleaned up and decided to go do some quality thinking. I opened my closet and saw my favorite bat still leaning against the wall. I felt a great bit of warmth towards these women I lived with. They had left everything of mine untouched while I was gone. It was as if they expected me to return as I had and resume things exactly as they had been. That was exactly what I had hoped for, though I sensed trouble developing around me.

I grabbed the bat and made my way to the door. I jumped in my car and headed for the nearest batting cage, which was only about a mile away. It was a run down little mini-golf and batting cage place, which never had many customers. I bought a handful of tokens from the young kid behind the counter and strapped on my batting gloves. With swing after swing the tension left my body. My mind slowed to a peaceful pace as I made contact with ball after ball. Short strides, quick hands, solid contact. Every swing I took made me feel better. Even after the worst day several good swings could always bring me back to center, it was nice to have the time today to get here and enjoy these moments to myself.

I finished up after a while and went back to the house. I cleaned up as much as I could and tried to get things in order, hoping that tonight would be a better night than last night. I waited patiently for both Vivian and Penny to get home. I even went as far as having dinner ready for when I expected them to arrive. Of course, I didn't cook but they liked take-out food as much as I did. I tried to make it look like I did cook by getting out nice plates and real silverware, not the paper dishes and plastic forks that we often used. Still, I knew they would know the truth about the meal and I was alright with that.

Vivian arrived home first. She was pretty timely, especially since she was a full-time nanny for Emma's kids. Jack got home on time most days and Vivian could leave at her discretion after that. She loved those kids more than anything and spending time with them was heaven for her. She usually didn't even get upset with them when they misbehaved. Her job was fairly easy when they were in school and she wasn't chauffeuring them from parties to the mall to practices. Her patience was endless.

I pulled out a chair for her as she made her way up the stairs. When she was seated at the dining room table, I smiled at her widely and kissed her on the cheek. She couldn't help but smile back at me, which was very enjoyable from my perspective since she was such a beautiful woman. I filled her plate with food and set it down softly in front of her. I filled a plate for Penny and placed it on the setting across from Vivian. I made myself a plate and put it at the head of the table. I put a bottle of wine on the table for the two of them, expecting that they would need it, and I grabbed a bottle of water for myself.

As I headed back to the table, I heard Penny's key in the door. As she made her way up the stairs I pulled her chair out for her and offered her a seat with a small gesture of my hand. No one had said a word yet. The situation felt tense and awkward. Penny stared at the chair for a long moment before sitting down. I pushed her in close to the table and took my seat.

We ate in silence, with the two of them hardly looking at each other. I was torn as to what to do about this. It was quite uncomfortable. When we were done eating, I cleared the dishes and placed them in the sink without a word. I returned to the table and watched as both women stared in opposite directions, almost refusing to look at each other.

"Anyone for dessert," I asked, breaking the code of silence.

Neither of them said anything. I sat there, waiting. I shook my head at the mess this had become. Vivian rose from her chair and looked down at me. She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. She then turned her attention to Penny, staring her dead in the eye.

"Thanks, but I think I've lost my appetite," Vivian stated crisply.

She turned and walked across the living room. I listened as her footsteps made their way up the stairs. I heard the door to her room close softly, no slam, no fireworks. I looked at Penny, hoping to get some sort of answer but she looked away from me quickly. I continued to look at her until she rose from the table.

I expected her to head to her room as well, but she threw me a curve when she sat back down and pulled her chair closer to the table. I looked her in the eyes and she returned my gaze. I smiled lightly and brushed her hair behind her ear. I ran my fingers across her soft cheek and retracted my hand.

"Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on with you two," I asked simply.

"I promise to tell you everything tomorrow night," she offered.

"Is there anything you can tell me now," I pursued.

"Sure, Jack threw you under the bus while you were gone," she laughed.

I sat back in my chair and smirked at her. This was an interesting, but unexpected statement. She had changed the topic and I wanted to go back to the situation here at home, but I could not let this one go, it was too good.

"Really," I remarked. "Do tell."

"We were at the hospital when Monica gave birth to Brian," she informed me. "He noticed that I was sad and he asked me what was wrong. I told him that I missed you. I thought we were having a real, person-to-person moment."

"I see," I commented. "They named the baby Brian. That's a very sturdy name for a boy. I can't wait to meet him. So, you opened yourself up and then he trashed me?"

"Actually, not exactly," she corrected me. "He told me that I was smart and beautiful. He said any man would be lucky to have me. Then he asked me why I was so hung up on a guy who was banging one of my best friend's behind my back and then just took off on me."

"Ah, the night he found me with Brooke," I remembered vividly. "Well, he is nothing if not predictable."

"Right," she confirmed. "And then he trashed you. He was brutal. If it didn't hurt so much it would have actually been really funny. He went on a tirade about you being a real dick and toying with all of our emotions with your 'so-called' charm. He was in rare form even for him."

"Some things never change," I laughed, intentionally quoting my Uncle Phil. "So, are you sure you don't want to talk about your issues with Vivian?"

"I'm sure," she responded as she rose from her chair again. "Thank you, though."

Penny stepped towards me and pushed my chair away from the table. She casually sat sidesaddle on my leg and placed her arms around my neck. She kissed me lightly on the lips. She kissed my cheek and nibbled lightly on my earlobe.

"You have to trust me on this one," she whispered. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you," I confirmed delicately.

"Good," she stated. "Tomorrow is going to be a long day for me, but when I get home I will explain everything to you. That's only if you don't ask me about again tonight. Deal?"

"Deal," I agreed.

Penny stood up and reached into my lap. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down roughly. She smiled at me very mischievously as she hiked up her skirt. She placed both of her index fingers in the waistband of her black satin thong. My cock responded immediately as Penny bent over and slid her panties down her sexy legs and over her high heel pumps. She returned her attention to me as she reached back into my lap and pulled down my boxers. My swollen cock sprung free as I sat there. Penny glared at it hungrily.

"Time for desert," she announced.

She threw her leg over my lap and straddled me with her hands on my shoulders. She looked me deep in the eyes and grinned.

"I love you," she said as she lowered herself onto my lap.

Her arms moved around my neck. She kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Do you love me," she asked softly, batting her eyes at me in a shy manner for such a sexy woman.

"In a way that I never have loved anyone else in my life," I confirmed.

She left one hand on the back of my neck and reached behind her back and into my lap with her other arm. She grabbed my firm shaft and tugged it playfully.

"Do you trust me," she questioned me curiously.

I looked at her for a long moment before answering. I studied her expression and tried to decipher the intent behind her eyes. She was my sunshine; I would follow her to hell and back. I wasn't about to play games with that at this moment.

"Implicitly," I stated crisply.

She placed the head of my dick at the base of her opening. I could feel the heat and moisture from her pussy on the tip of my dick.

"Then all you have to do is let go," she urged me. "Let go and everything will take care of itself."

She thrust her pelvis downward onto my cement stick. I groaned loudly as I entered her sticky hole. It was like heaven every time we connected. Penny raised herself up using her gorgeous legs and then slid back down my pole. I growled as I began to massage her thighs with my hands.

"Just let go," she repeated as she bounced up and down on my tool again.

As I entered her time after time, the feeling was amazing. My shaft throbbed inside of her as she impaled herself on it again and again, never taking her eyes off of mine. There seemed to be something that she wanted to say but she never did. She continued to slam her body down onto mine until pleasure swept over her.

Penny ran her hands through her hair as waves of rapture consumed her. She increased the speed of her body gliding north and south on my penis. I swelled inside her as my orgasm built.

"HOLY FUCK," Penny screamed as she reached the pinnacle of her climax.

She crashed onto me and shuttered. She forced my cock as far inside of her as it would and tried not to move. She spasmed and worked her hips in a circular direction on my tool. I popped very quickly, spewing milky batter into her pussy. I filled her with everything I had as she remained motionless on top of me. I held her there for a long while. My juice and hers began to run out of her box, down my shaft and onto my scrotum.

Finally, after 20 minutes or so, Penny stood up and stepped away from me, causing my half-limp dick to fall out of her. She made her way into the kitchen for a moment before returning to where I sat. She kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"Trust me," she whispered. "I'm off to bed. I will see you tomorrow."

She picked her panties up off the floor and headed for the stairs. I heard her step by step ascension to her room. The door closed lightly and I knew I would not see her again tonight.

I rose from my chair and collected my pants. I began to cleanup from dinner by putting the extra food away, doing the dishes and wiping down the table. I got myself a drink and headed for the couch. I sat down and flipped the television on.

The next thing I remember, I was being shaken. I looked up to see Penny standing over me in a t-shirt and shorts. It took a moment for my eyes to clear and for her to come into focus.

"Why don't you go to bed, silly," she asked me rhetorically.

I sat up and nodded. I rose from the couch without a word and climbed the stairs to my room. I was unsure of what time it was, nor did I care. I climbed into bed and was asleep again before my head hit the pillow. 



The New Game Ch. 04



Chapter 04 -- Revelations

My eyes opened slowly to the partially muffled voices outside my bedroom door. The light crept in through the window, informing me that it was morning. The voices got louder and clearer, ensuring that I was fully awake. The content of the conversation caught my attention quickly.

"This is fucking bullshit, Penny," Vivian hollered.

"Mind your fucking business, Viv," Penny yelled back.

"I'm not just gonna sit there and keep my mouth shut while you run wild," Vivian declared.

"Fine with me, don't show up," Penny retorted. "They'll all think you have fallen to pieces again and we will move on without you."

"Fuck you," Vivian shouted.

Then I heard and felt the door to Vivian's room slam shut. The vibration shook the frame of the door to my room and knocked one of my pictures off the wall. That was followed by Penny's footsteps going down the stairs and then there was silence.

I laid there, wondering what in the world had these two women so angry with each other. I sensed it had something to do with the game, something I was not fully aware of yet. I had always been aware of tension between Penny and Vivian, which I assumed stemmed from the dynamics of each of their relationships with Emma. I thought, in this case, that Vivian's anger might be based on my feelings for Penny and a sense of jealousy. That didn't seem to fit with the exchanges I had witnessed between them recently and I did not continue to entertain that thought for very long. It seemed a bit egotistical to think that they were fighting over me. Something certainly felt out of place, not only with the tension between the women, but with the awkwardness of my return in general. I couldn't fully understand what wasn't right, though I hoped I would figure it out quickly.

As the morning passed, I basically refused to move from my bed. I drifted in and out of short periods of sleep over the next hour or so. I was just about to drift off again when I heard the handle of the door to my room turning. I looked to see the door slowly begin to slide open.

The next sight was a wonderful one as Vivian appeared in the doorway of my room. She looked beautiful, dressed in nothing but her white cotton bathrobe. She slowly sauntered over to my bed, smiling at me cleverly.

"Good morning," I greeted her.

"It's about to be," she responded in a very matter-of-fact tone.

I was about to say something else, but Vivian put her index finger on my lips and shook her head, indicating that I should remain silent. She untied her robe and let it fall over her shoulders. As it came to rest on the floor, I took in the gorgeous sight of her naked body. Her creamy white skin and numerous freckles made me giggle while her curves and softness made me appreciate that she was indeed all woman. Vivian ripped the covers on my bed off of me, leaving me lying there in just my boxers. I stared up at her, wondering what was next.

Vivian hovered over me and ran her fingernails lightly across my bare chest. It sort of tickled yet it also felt amazing. I shivered slightly under her seductive touch. Her two index fingers found there way inside the waistband of my boxers. She quickly tore them off and tossed them aside. My now firm shaft stood brilliantly at attention for her. She grabbed it firmly with her left hand and began to stroke it slowly. She continued to manipulate my rod as she leaned down and kissed me softly.

"I wanna fuck you," Vivian announced.

"I hope you aren't waiting for me to disagree," I laughed.

"Then I want you to fuck me," she snapped. "As hard as you can. Will you do that for me?"

I didn't say another word, I just nodded in agreement. Vivian climbed up on the bed and laid her body on top of mine. She laid there for several moments, staring deeply into my eyes as if she were searching for something she had lost, before positioning herself directly above my raging hard-on. She guided her wet spot down onto my pole, taking me fully inside of her with no resistance. I exhaled heavily as she lifted herself up again on her legs and then crashed back down on my dick.

Vivian wasted no time in finding a rhythm in riding me. She raised her pussy up and down on my cock quickly, crashing powerfully onto me each time. I reached up and began to massage her beautiful breasts. Vivian brought her hands to mine and intertwined our fingers. She pushed down on my arms and I pushed back, giving her more leverage to rail her soaking wet box up and down on my tool.

She was relentless, picking up speed after each pass. I felt my rod throbbing wildly inside her walls as she brought me to the heights of pleasure. I noticed that Vivian never took her eyes off me as she attacked me with her body. I did everything I could to hold out as long as possible while Vivian continued her lightning pace. She began to grunt and growl loudly as her climax built.

"Oh god," she exhaled. "YES."

I assumed the waves of pleasure were washing over her now as she stopped riding me and started to grind her hips onto me wildly. She worked my rod inside of her firmly as she peaked. Her box flooded with her juices as she began to ride me again, this time at an even greater pace. I grunted as she assaulted my body with her own.

Finally, when my member had fully enjoyed the heights of our physicality, I exploded violently inside of her. I pumped jet after jet of goo into her opening until my organ was milked dry. Vivian came to a stop on top of me and I lay there, breathing heavily. She shook her head wildly, allowing her long blond hair to thrash about outrageously. Vivian climbed off of me and laid on her back next to me. She looked at me urgently.

"Your turn," she declared.

I moved immediately, positioning myself above her. She spread her legs wide for me, holding her ankles in her hands. I wasted no time in jamming my cock into her gaping slot. I entered her fully and retracted. I entered her again, harder, causing her to groan. I wanted to give her what she asked for, so I crashed into her flesh again, this time more forcefully.

Vivian smiled and I continued to brutalize her box with my shaft. I entered her over and over again at an ever-increasing pace. I pumped my pecker into her until my entire length filled her cunt and she screamed loudly. Her vocals inspired me and I injected myself into her violently yet again.

"FUCK ME," she screamed. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I slammed into her again and again, my balls slapping uncontrollably against her tight ass. I felt my load building as I rammed my dick into her twat with every ounce of blunt force I could muster. I crashed into her again, viciously, bringing about my peak. I dumped several short, thick streams of batter into her hole and then crashed to the bed next her. I had nothing left as I lay there, exhausted.

Vivian rolled me onto my back and curled up next to me. She kissed me on the cheek and then laid her head against my chest. No words were exchanged. I felt her drift off to sleep in my arms and I faded away shortly after her.

When I woke, Vivian had not moved. She was still next to me, tracing circle on my chest with her index finger. I looked at her, curiously. She smiled when she noticed that I was awake.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey back," I replied. "That was intense."

"Yeah, if that was our last time then we certainly went out with a bang," she laughed.

"Why would that be our last time," I asked curiously, caught very off-guard by that remark.

"Um, uh, ah," she stammered and stuttered.

"Vivian," I stated firmly, "why would that be our last time?"

"Well, um, you see," she stalled.

I sat up in bed and looked her dead in the eye.

"Tell me what the fuck is going on," I ordered her.

She looked at me, fear on her face and tears beginning to form in her blue eyes.

"There's a meeting today," she revealed. "If you don't attend that meeting, the game is going to be over."

"What," I reacted, now quite confused. "I thought that meeting would have been canceled when I got back."

"You knew about the meeting," Vivian asked sharply, her tears now subsiding.

"Um, oh," I tripped over my words, realizing that they had given me away.

Now I was the one who stalling. The time for talking in circles and secrets was over. I knew I had to come clean.

"Yes, I knew about the meeting," I told her, looking her dead in the eye.

"How," she asked softly.

"I can't say," I admitted.

"Ok," she accepted, begrudgingly. "Is that why you came back?"

"No," I admitted honestly. "I came back because it was long overdue and it was time and you all deserved not to have to wonder anymore. I came back because I missed all of you."

"I see," she stated simply, leaving me wondering where her head was at.

"I thought that when I got back this meeting would have been canceled," I explained.

"It probably would have been," she suggested, "if anyone else knew you were home."

"Excuse me," I snapped. "What do you mean by that?"

"You can't tell Penny that I told you this," Vivian pleaded. "She will kill me."

"Tell me," I urged her.

"No one else knows that you are home," she disclosed. "Penny didn't tell anyone."

"Why in the hell not," I inquired, very confused now.

"Are you blind," Vivian countered. "She is in love with you."

"I know that," I clarified. "I don't get the connection."

"Stupid-ass," Vivian shouted at me. "If the game is over, then you are all hers."

I let those words sink in. I digested what I had just learned. I looked at Vivian, whose face was expressionless. I thought immediately of Brooke's visit to come and get me. I thought of the car accident that brought Emma and I together. Visions of all the memories of this game flashed through my head, one right after another. I thought of all the women and the times I had shared with them. For the first time in a long time, I was angry.

"What time is the meeting," I asked Vivian.

"4 o'clock," she informed me.

I looked at the clock. 2:15pm. I looked back at Vivian. I moved to the door and opened it.

"Where are you going," she asked.

"To get ready," I confirmed. "I suggest you do the same."

I continued to the bathroom and started the shower. I was not at all sure of how to handle this, but this game was not going to end with these women thinking that I gave up on them or deserted them. No way.

I stood under the running water and tried to clear my head. Gathering my thoughts inside my mess of a mind was going to be a chore. I zoned out for a moment before starting to formulate a plan of attack. I got out of the shower and began getting dressed. When I made my way downstairs, Vivian was dressed and ready to go. She looked me up and down twice as she smiled. I had on my best suit and tie. At least I would look confident even if inside I was as nervous as I had ever been.

"Not playing any games," she surmised.

"Not today," I confirmed.

"Good," she answered. "You really do play the hero role quite well, most of the time."

I grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs and out the front door. We climbed into separate cars and headed for the office. We sped through the streets and arrived with no time to spare. Vivian headed inside immediately while I waited, trying to organize my thoughts before stepping into the whirlwind that was about to unfold. I tried to calm myself but could not. 

Finally, when I was out of time, I stepped out of the car and walked to the front door of the office. I was trembling as I entered, though I took a deep breath as I saw no one around. I knew they were all in the conference room. I walked across the large waiting area, past Nikki's desk and directly into the large, glass encased room.

They were all there, seated around the big, oval table. Emma was at the head of the table at the far side. Seated to her left were Vivian, Nikki and Mindy. Seated to her right were Leslie, Brooke and Penny. I stood behind the large, grey chair at the end of the table closest to me and watched the women react to my arrival.

There were gasps and open mouths. There were looks of surprise, confusion and hurt. There were some smiles and some tears, but there were no words. No one moved, either. I stood there, smiling and waiting. I looked great, I knew that. They missed me, I knew that. And they were about to unload on me, I knew that as well.

Everyone seemed to get there initial reactions under control after a few moments. I waited for them to start with the questions and comments, but no one said a word. I looked at each of them and their faces slowly turned to blank pages. I did not know what was about to unfold but in all honesty, I was absolutely terrified.

"Well, this certainly changes things," Emma stated, finally breaking the silence. "Please, sit. I think this is going to take a while."

I pulled out the chair I was holding onto and seated myself in it. I pulled myself into the table and looked at Emma. Her expression was cold, firm. I wondered who was going to go first. I waited.

"Who told you about this meeting," Emma asked curtly.

"Does that really matter," I asked pointedly. "I am here. Why don't we focus on that?"

"Who told you about this meeting," Emma repeated firmly, staring a hole through me.

I stared right back. I would not back down nor was I about to sell anyone out. This had become an immediate standoff.

"I did," both Brooke and Vivian announced at exactly the same time.

They stared at each other and then both of them turned their eyes on me. Vivian's look told me that she now had confirmation of how I knew about the meeting. She also appeared to have more questions. Brooke's eyes were asking a lot of questions as well. Unfortunately, they were not questions that I could answer at the moment. I took a deep breath and waited, again.

"We will deal with that in a moment," Emma declared. "Why are you here?"

"I'm back," I confirmed confidently.

"You're back," Emma repeated. "That's it? That's the best you could do? Does anyone else think 'I'm back,' is acceptable?"

No one said a word. Emma's tone was loud and hard. The question hung out there, waiting for someone, anyone to have the courage to answer it.

"It is acceptable," Brooke said.

All eyes turned to look at her. She seemed unaffected and confident. My angel.

"It certainly is not," Nikki fired back across the table.

All eyes now snapped to look at Nikki, who appeared angry and near tears.

"I see there are a lot of emotions going on right now," I said. "I owe all of you an apology and I am truly sorry."

"What, exactly, are you sorry for," Mindy asked me.

"I'm sorry I was gone so long," I answered. "I'm sorry I didn't call and email more. I'm sorry any of you worried about me for even a single second. But mostly, I am sorry for getting lazy and not showing you all the respect you have earned and deserve from me."

"How long have you been rehearsing that speech," Emma asked in a somewhat disgusted tone.

"That came to me in the moment," I replied.

"Well, the moment is over," Emma snapped back. "And as far as I am concerned, so is this game."

"That's not up to just you," Penny countered.

"I started this game," Emma reminded us all. "It's time to end it."

"What about what we want," Mindy asked Emma directly.

"You can't possibly want to go on," Nikki challenged Mindy.

"Nik, you are taking this way too personally," Penny said to her. "Remember what this was all about and why it was good for all of us."

"And you, Miss Penny, should remember the rules," Emma said to her sharply.

"Can I suggest that we take a vote," I interrupted the ladies. "I think that is fair. Four 'yes' votes means that I am back and the game is on. Four 'no' votes mean that I am out and you all are free to do what you like. It's simple and it will allow the majority to decide."

Emma turned her head and looked at me curiously. I did not know where each of these women stood, so this move was a gamble on my part. I wanted to see what was going on and how fast I could repair the damage I had done. This was going to be an outstanding test and I was excited to see if Emma had the nerve to accept my challenge.

"You don't call the shots," Emma explained. "Did you forget that in your time away?"

I had no answer. She was right. I had no power to make decisions. She was angry and she was playing it very cold. It stung me, but I held out hope.

"We deserve for this to be fair to everyone," Leslie interjected. "We should vote. As you said, him being here changes everything."

"Fine," Emma agreed, somewhat reluctantly. "Nikki is a no and Brooke is a yes. My no vote makes it 2 to 1. Mindy."

Emma looked at Mindy, who had been smiling since the moment she saw me.

"Hell yes," Mindy exclaimed.

"2 to 2," I clarified for Emma.

"Penny," Emma asked for the next vote.

Penny was crying silently now as she sat there. She lifted her head to look at Emma and then she turned to look at me. She did not speak; she simply nodded through her tears. I smiled as I held up 3 fingers for Emma to see.

"Vivian," Emma proceeded.

Emma turned to look at her little sister. Vivian looked at her big sister with no expression. I thought this was the vote that would seal it for me until Vivian looked at me. She had anguish on her face that I had not seen before.

"No," Vivian announced softly as she lowered her head to look away from me.

Emma held up 3 fingers as she looked me dead in the eye. I could see that she had thought that Vivian's vote would seal things in my favor also. Her surprise was too much for her eyes to hide.

"It's all up to you Les," Emma stated as she turned to looked at Leslie.

Leslie would not take her eyes off of me. She hadn't since I had entered the room. I waited but she did not speak. She stood from her chair and leaned on the table. She looked at me as if she were trying to see inside.

"I will make you a deal," she offered me. "I will vote yes if you agree to my terms."

"What are your terms," I asked simply, wondering where she was about to take me.

"You showing up was a lot to take today, for all of us," Leslie stated. "So I propose this. I will say yes and give you a win in this vote, today. You will leave here immediately. Go home, pack a bag and stay away for a few days. No contact with anyone in the game. That will give us a few days to sort ourselves out and each other. Then, on Saturday night, you will come to my house. We will all be there. We will each get 10 minutes with you privately to ask anything we want. You have to answer anything you get asked. When everyone has had their 10 minutes, we will gather in my dining room and vote again. If the majority wants to continue then you come back to work on Monday morning and the game is back on. If not, you are done. You say your goodbyes and go back home, for good. Those are my terms."

I looked around that table. Emma was staring firmly at Leslie, in more surprise than I had ever seen her. Vivian still had her head down in her hands and would not look up. Mindy was smiling and nodding. Nikki had a scowl on her face but was very, very still. Penny was still crying silently. Brooke was also nodding in agreement with her sister.

I surveyed the women in front of me and looked back at Leslie, who was waiting patiently for an answer. I owed them this and I knew it. So did Leslie. She was testing me as the man she remembered. Now was no time to let her down.

"Agreed," I said confidently yet with very little volume to my voice. "I look forward to seeing you all on Saturday night."

"Then I vote yes," she retorted. "Now get out."

Her last statement was very sharp. I rose from my chair and left the conference room. I made my way out of the office and across the lot to my car. I headed home in a mental fog. What would be going on at the house between Penny and Vivian with me not there? There was bound to be fallout. I became immediately concerned.




The New Game Ch. 04



When I reached home, I packed my essentials, quickly. I threw my bag in the car and left the house before either of the ladies arrived home. I drove, not sure where to go and praying that Saturday would get here quickly.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the Burbank Marriott, I knew one thing was clear, time was now my enemy. 



The New Game Ch. 05



 Chapter 05 – Truth or Dare

The next three days were excruciatingly long. Laying around my room at the Marriott, going to the gym, hitting the batting cages, nothing seemed to help ease my mind. Saturday night was coming and I was terrified. I had not shown it at the office but I was nervous about where things were headed and I was exceptionally worried about the things that were going on while I was isolated.

I worried about the events that were going to occur on Saturday night. Each woman would have 10 minutes alone with me and then there would be another vote. Leslie really put it out there but I knew they each had questions, as did I. I owed them answered and I knew I needed to man up about it. Still, there were going to be difficult moments. I knew that. I feared how hard some of them would be.

I was tucked away for now, safely out of touch. I continually wondered what fallout our meeting had with the women. Were Brooke and Vivian being grilled about telling me about the meeting? Did it come out that I had been home for almost a week and no one knew? What impact did that have on Penny and Vivian? Did Brooke's trip to see me come out? How would that information be received? Was it a betrayal? Was it overt loyalty to me and not the game? These were the questions that consumed my mind. I could not stop thinking about them.

I got no sleep over the three days I was alone. The television was on, but I wasn't watching. Even when I was at the batting cages, my mind wandered and I was just letting pitches go by. My focus was shot and my mind was far, far away. Among all of the hectic thoughts racing through my head, another thought appeared every now and again. I thought of Donna-Lee Markson. I hadn't said goodbye to her when I left home, though by now she was well aware of that. I thought about calling her to apologize for that, but then I thought it was better off left alone. If I was going home after this vote, then I could apologize in person. If I was staying, I would have some leverage again and could call to apologize later.

I finally made it to Saturday after what felt like an eternity. I got up early and hit the gym, though I was still totally distracted. The nice part was, after today I would know my fate, either way. There seemed to be comfort for me in just having the answer, no matter what it was. The wait was torture. I had a light lunch at the hotel, alone. That was a humbling moment for me. I found myself eating and actually getting lonely. I was so used to having at least one of the women with me at all times that this was a startling feeling. It overwhelmed me until I could no longer think about it.

I finished eating and went to the batting cages, determined to calm myself down before the big meeting. It didn't work. If I hit every third pitch it was a lot. I went back to my room at the Marriott and took a shower. I thought about taking a nap, but with the speed at which my thoughts were racing, that was not about to happen. As I was shaving, my cell phone rang.

"Hello," I answered, the echo from the bathroom amplifying my voice.

"Tonight, 7:15 at my house," Leslie announced. "Don't be late, don't be early."

That was the extent of the conversation. I finished shaving and got dressed. I left my room at 5:05 and headed to the hotel bar. I had a couple of beers, trying to calm my nerves. I had no appetite, so I was not about to order any food. I waited there, as the minutes passed. A young woman across the bar kept smiling at me. I smiled back to be polite. After about a half hour, the bartender strolled over to me and got my attention.

"The lady over there would like to buy your next round," he informed me.

I looked at him, quite perturbed when I should have been flattered. I thought of everything that was about to go down tonight and I looked back at the innocent, lovely lady who was still smiling at me. She appeared, from the outside, as if she was a nice woman, but she had no idea of the twisted world in which I dwelled on a daily basis.

"Tell her no thanks," I said to him.

I hopped off my stool and headed out of the bar. I made my way through the lobby of the hotel and out to the valet station. The attendant pulled my car up quickly for me and I jumped behind the wheel. I took off in a flash and jumped on the parkway. I pushed on the pedal and drove fast, as fast as felt I could control. Then I pressed the pedal down further. As the car accelerated, I felt no control at all, as if anything could happen. It mirrored what was going on inside of me.

As my car passed 130 miles per hour, I felt nervous, even slightly afraid. I drove that way up a long stretch of open road, shaking inside the entire time. Finally, when fear overtook me, I took my foot off the gas pedal and let the car decelerate to a respectable 70 miles per hour. I pulled off the next exit and then to the side of the road. I shut the car off and sat there, shaking. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could not control the thoughts racing through my head. I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown. I looked at my eyes in the rear view mirror and begged myself to get a grip.

Just when I thought I was never going to calm down, I thought of Penny sleeping in the car as we drove back from her parents' house. I don't know why I thought of that but at that moment a strange sensation of peace came over me as I sat there. I stopped shaking. I no longer felt out of control or nervous. I was like a very still lake on a calm morning, as smooth as glass. My pulse slowed to a normal rate and my thoughts were once again under my control. I nodded to myself in the rear view mirror, confidently. I started the car and got back on the parkway, now headed to Leslie's house. It was time.

I arrived at Leslie's house at 7:12pm. Close to perfect. I made my way to the front door and gingerly rang the bell. Leslie opened the door quickly, much to my surprise. I thought for sure I would be made to wait and to think. She invited me in and I took immediate notice that the house was full of action. I could hear the women in the kitchen and the dining room. As I walked through the front hall, I noticed a woman with curly red hair in the living room. Her back was to me and I saw that she was swaying slightly from side to side. 

I proceeded into the living room and walked up behind her quietly. I gingerly put my hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn around slowly. She looked at me angrily, which I completely understood. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"I know I owe you a better apology than I can put into words, but I am sorry," I said to her softly. "This must be Brian."

The small bundle in her arms was quite a site. He was quiet, close to being asleep. I kissed him on the top of the head.

"He's amazing," I whispered to her.

"You're a brave man, agreeing to this," Monica said to me in her charming Australian accent. "They are not going to go easy on you."

"Whatever they put me through tonight, I hope it makes up for the things that I put them through by being a chicken shit and not coming back before it came to this," I replied.

The look on her face changed when I said that. She turned her head slightly as she stared at me.

"How are you feeling," I asked her.

"The whole insemination process was weird, but physically I have recovered from the actual birth," she revealed.

"How does it feel to be a mom," I inquired.

"More wonderful than I can explain to you," she replied.

"I hope I will see you later," I said as I began to exit the living room.

Monica smiled at me when I turned to go, which increased the peace I was feeling. That was all about to change. When I reached the hall again Leslie was waiting for me. She had a scowl on her face, though she didn't say a word. I followed her into the kitchen and through to the dining room. She took a seat at the dining room table, as did all of the women when the saw me. Their conversations stopped and they alternated between looking at me and looking away. I stayed standing and walk around the table as a silence fell over the room.

"So here we are," I stated.

"We are here," Leslie responded. "The rules are set. You will spend 10 minutes with each of us and you have to answer anything we ask you. Also, no sexual activity can take place in those 10 minutes, so watch where your hands or other things roam. You can wait out back, I will send out the first person in a minute."

I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out into Leslie's back yard. I walked across her patio and towards the pool where I sort of paced aimlessly, waiting. I had not actually thought about what order the ladies would speak to me in, so this new variable was now consuming my thoughts. The glass door slid open a moment later and Vivian made her way out to me.

"The first lady," I laughed as the glass door closed behind her.

"Lucky me," she whimpered. "We drew numbers."

She held up a small piece of paper with the number 1 on it. I nodded.

"Are you alright," I asked.

"Not at all," she admitted. "Things at home have been tense at best. My sister is supporting me but I know she is pissed at me. She hides it well, but it feels like she wants to say 'I told you so. I told you that you could not handle this.' I am just not sure how this will all ever blow over."

"It will," I offered. "It has to. Penny will get over it. So will Emma. We will go forward, together."

"What if I don't get over it," she asked rhetorically.

"Why wouldn't you," I asked.

"I care so much for you," she explained. "I know you don't care for me in the same way. It is getting to be too much for me to take. I know you feel strongly for Penny. That's what I want, but I can't get it out of you. It's killing me. The worst part is that I have to see it on a daily basis at home. That is not good for me anymore. To be that selfish and jealous and hopeful that it might change all the time is too much for me to deal with."

"Vivian, I care for you greatly," I explained to her. "I really do."

"I know," she acknowledged. "You have done nothing wrong and you have always been thoughtful around me. It's just not the way I want it to be."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," she sniffled as she wiped tears off of her cheek. "You can't choose who you love. I really just don't want my sister to think she was right and that I could not handle being a part of this game. I hate for her to think she was right and that I was the silly girl with the fairytale in mind when I joined. I wasn't. I knew what this was all about and yet there was a piece of me that wanted you to love me. So, I guess partially Emma was right and that makes me disappointed with myself. You have to answer anything I ask you tonight, so I have to ask you this, just for my own piece of mind. Are you in love with Penny?"

I thought about everything that Vivian had just said before answering. I dissected her words and there meanings. I looked into her eyes and told her the truth.

"Yes," I admitted softly. "I am."

"That is a fine line to walk," she interpreted. "She should not be running this game if that is the case. There are way too many emotions involved for her to ever be 100% fair or objective towards any of the other women. It's gonna get messy if she stays in charge."

"You may be right," I granted her. "Everything changes in time. Penny's leadership of this game might have to change at some point soon. That might be what's best."

"It certainly is what's best," she agreed. "Do you want this game to be over so you can be with Penny?"

I thought about that question as she asked it. I had thought about it many times when I was alone and I had never reached the answer, but tonight the honest truth seemed to just reveal itself to me. I looked at her and told her the complete truth as I knew it to be at that moment.

"Not yet," I confessed. "That day may or may not come, but it isn't today."

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth passionately. I held her as our mouths wrestled with energy and fire for each other. We continued kissing as the glass door slid open. Leslie stepped out and made her way towards us. Vivian pulled away and looked at me longingly.

"Be careful what you agree to tonight," Vivian said as she let go of my hand and headed back towards the house.

Vivian stepped inside and closed the glass door as Leslie reached where I was standing. Leslie drew her hand back and let it fly quickly. She stopped it short of my face and laid it gently upon my cheek. If she had slapped me, I would have taken it, but she had a way about her that was so very wonderful to be around. I was reminded of that every time she touched me.

"I missed you terribly," she said.

"I'm sorry," I replied. "I didn't mean to make you feel like any part of my staying away so long was because of anything you did."

"Who told you that," she snapped at me as she removed her hand from my face.

"A bird whispered it in my ear," I said.

"Son-of-a-bitch," Leslie shouted.

"Don't be angry," I urged her. "It's true and it's a good thing I know. I shouldn't have ever made you feel like that. You have been way to good to me and this game for that sort of lazy behavior. It is unacceptable and I apologize."

Tears filled her eyes and streamed slowly down her cheeks. She ran to me and threw her arms around my waist. She hugged me tightly and held me firmly as she let it all out. I rubbed her back gently as I held her.

"Did you miss me," she asked after several moments.

"Terribly," I confirmed. "You are so special to me. I thought of all of you and missed you all in different ways. I missed your friendship and guidance in the difficult moments. I didn't realize how much I leaned on you when I was here. I will try my best not to take that for granted again."

"Thank you," Leslie whimpered in muffled voice against my chest.

I held her tightly there in crisp evening air until her 10 minutes were up. The glass door slid open again and Brooke stepped through it. She sauntered over to where we were standing. She lightly tapped Leslie on the shoulder. Leslie peeled herself off of me and headed back into the house. Brooke smiled at me until the glass door shut in the distance.

"It's been a real rough ride since I saw you at home," she stated.

I nodded and waited for whatever was coming next.

"I missed you and I love you and I want to make this easy on you," Brooke continued. "But I need some answers to some tough questions."

"I missed you too, angel," I responded. "And I do love you. So go ahead, ask me anything. Don't be afraid. Ask me absolutely anything."

For the first time during this evening I was not scared. I was not nervous or worried or anxious. I just enjoyed these evening moments with my angel.

"Are you mad at me for coming to get you," Brooke asked.

"Not at all," I disclosed. "I am proud of you for being woman enough to not let me off the hook so easily. I am also disappointed with myself for not being a better man about the whole thing."

"Answers like that are why I love you," she confessed to me. "I believe every word you say. You are just so fucking real to me. It's almost annoying. Almost."

Brooke leaned up on her toes and kissed me lightly. Her lips were puffy and moist. I liked kissing Brooke, a lot. I was slightly disappointed when she pulled away.

"When did you get back," Brooke asked me gently.

"Last Friday," I answered honestly. "The day after you showed up, I got my shit together, said my goodbyes and came back."

"Why did it take you so long to come to the office," Brooke followed up. "Were you waiting to make a dramatic entrance?"

"No, that wasn't how it went at all," I corrected her. "It was a miscommunication. I said I wanted to wait a few days before coming back to the office so I could get used to being here again. I assumed Penny had told you all that I was back and therefore I was under the impression that your big meeting would have been canceled. She must have thought I wanted her to keep it a secret until I was ready. It was just a simple misunderstanding."

"Do you want me," Brooke asked in a very coy manner.

"Of course I do," I confirmed for her.

"And you're back, 100%, for good," Brooke questioned further.

"I'm not going anywhere," I cemented.

We were staring at each other as we both heard the glass door slide open. Brooke turned and headed back to the house as Mindy strutted towards me. They stopped when they reached each other. I could see them both giggling as they separated. The door closed behind Brooke as she stepped back inside. Mindy walked right up to where I was standing and stared at me very sternly. I looked at her, trying to be warm and inviting. I wanted her to feel comfortable asking me anything.

Mindy then jumped into my arms, throwing her arms wildly around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist. I caught her, thankfully, and held her as she kissed me like crazy. She kissed me so passionately and forcefully that she reminded me of an army wife whose husband had just returned from war. She was possessed as she attacked my mouth with her own. I admit I felt, more than anything else in that moment, flattered.

After several minutes of making out with Mindy, I pulled away from her gently. I wanted to be sure she got full use of her 10 minutes.

"Is there anything you want to ask me," I inquired.

"Sure there is," she said as she kissed me again. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did," I answered between kisses.

Mindy got very still in my arms and stared deeply into my eyes.

"Did you miss fucking me," she asked directly.

"I missed it very much," I admitted.

"Good," she growled as she kissed me roughly again. "I missed fucking you too."

Mindy devoured me with every ounce of energy that she had in her. I kissed her neck and her cleavage which seemed to drive her wild.

"I wish I could fuck you right now," she moaned in my arms.

"Ah-hem," a loud mock cough came from over Mindy's shoulder.

I set Mindy down and noticed Nikki standing there. She had a scowl on her face that would have torn down any man. She looked at Mindy and pointed back to the house. Mindy looked at the house and then at me. She smiled wickedly.

"Now that's how you use 10 minutes alone," Mindy said as she winked at me.

I watched her dance back towards the house and disappear inside. I tried to suppress the smile that Mindy had left me with when I returned my focus to Nikki, who now would not even look at me. She was still scowling but looking away. I moved left to get into her eye line but she redirected her view to the right. I moved right and she looked left. I was not up for a game like this.

"You seem angry with me," I suggested.

Nikki did not respond. I stepped towards her and she stepped back.

"Are you going to ignore me for the entire 10 minutes to teach me a lesson," I asked.

Again there was no response.

"Nicholette, I'm sorry," I said to her softly. "I didn't mean for it to get like it did. I was lazy and selfish and you all deserved better."

She still did not look at me. Her scowl seemed to have faded to a look of sadness.

"Nik, if you talk to me I can try to explain things," I begged.

She would not bend.

"Your son is amazing," I complimented her newborn boy.

Nikki finally moved towards me. As she did she raised her hand quickly and slapped me as hard as I had been slapped in a long time. The crack of her hand against my cheek sounded like a gunshot to me. The sting immediately set into my flesh. Nikki drew arm back again. I stood still and calm, ready to accept it if she delivered it. She looked at me finally. Tears were pouring down her cheeks and she was visibly weeping. She lowered her hand and melted into my arms. Her anger had exhausted her.




The New Game Ch. 05



"Talk to me," I whispered to her as I held her so tightly.

"This was supposed to be fun and games," she stated. "I wasn't supposed to care about you. You weren't supposed to be able to hurt me. I was supposed to be the rock of this game. Now look at me, I am a sappy, weepy mommy."

She sounded angry with herself at that moment. I tried to listen and understand.

"I wasn't supposed to miss you," Nikki announced as she stepped back and away from me. "But I did. I wasn't supposed to want your touch when you were gone. But I did. I wasn't supposed to be crushed inside when you weren't there the day my son was born. Or when you didn't call the next day. Or the next day. But I was."

Nikki cried as she spoke. The tears overflowed in her eyes and ran sprints down her face. I listened and took everything she said so that I would understand.

"You made a promise to me in Las Vegas," she yelled at me. "You promised to try to get my Monica out of that other game she is in. You promised me. I never had a bigger hero in my life than you were to me that night. Then you just ran away and hid. Like a coward. My son was born and Monica's amnesty was over. I died the day she had to go back to that game. I hated you that day. I hate you now."

"I don't know what to say to you," I admitted.

"Don't say anything," she snapped. "You are useless to me."

"Nik, I'm so sorry," I confessed. "I'm back now. For good. I have every intention of keeping that promise."

"Don't fucking worry about it," she growled at me through her tears. "My family doesn't need you. I will take care of things myself. Just stay away from us."

"Nik, that's not fair," I countered. "Give me a chance."

"Oh, cause it was so fair when you bailed out on all of us," she snapped at me. "Spare me your shit about being fair. Just get lost."

The glass door slid open and Penny stepped out of the house. Nikki turned around and started to walk towards the house. I saw red. I was angry and I was not finished talking to Nikki. I snapped.

"Don't either of you take another fucking step," I yelled at both of them but I was staring at the back of Nikki's head. "Nikki, turn around and come here. Penny, go back in the house and wait."

"But it's my 10 minutes, Leslie's rules," Penny whined.

"You go back in that house and tell Leslie that she said everyone gets 10 minutes, so I am taking my 10 minutes for myself right fucking now," I shouted loudly, hoping Leslie and all the women inside would hear me.

Nikki had not moved, but Penny turned around and went back inside. As the glass door shut I focused on Nikki and how to get through to her.

"I need another chance," I said to Nikki, who was still facing away from me.

"You don't get one," Nikki answered definitively.

"That's not gonna work," I informed her. "I'm not doing this without you."

"Then you are not doing it because I am done," Nikki declared.

"What's it gonna take for you to at least look at me," I pleaded for her to turn around.

Nikki turned and faced me. She had anger in her eyes.

"I won't let you hurt me again," she explained coldly.

"I made a few mistakes," I admitted. "But I will not repeat them."

"I am glad that you have learned," she said. "That will be to the benefit of whomever you move on to next."

"Nikki, don't be so cold," I urged for both of our benefits. "I need you to forgive me and go forward with all of us. Otherwise this doesn't work."

"You know, the first time we were together it was all physical," she recapped. "I told myself that would always be the case. But it wasn't. You needed each of us for different things and we all needed you too, for many things. But you bailed out on us. I can't just forget that. It cut me too deep to ever allow you to do it again."

I heard the glass door open behind her but I didn't look to see who it was. It didn't matter. This conversation wasn't over. If it was over, like this, then so was this night and this game. I stared intently at Nikki.

"Nik, you are right," I agreed. "I am sorry. I can keep saying it but if you don't give me a chance to live up to those words, then it's irrelevant. I'm asking, please. Look inside and try to find a way to give me a chance."

"You must be deaf," she shouted at me. "I'm done. What do you think that means?"

"I think it means that you are letting your anger get the best of you," a voice said from behind her, interrupting us.

Nikki spun around as I looked past her shoulder to see Monica standing there. The glass door behind her was now closed and she was alternating her looks between Nikki and me.

"Nicholette, you know that I love you," Monica said as she walked towards Nikki. "You can not let your anger win this battle. You are not only angry with him, you are very angry at yourself. You are angry at me. You are angry at Emma. There is a lot of conflict and pain going on inside of you. Don't take it all out on him. I believe him. I think you should believe him too."

Nikki stood silent and I could see her shaking slightly, as if she were weeping.

"I will support whatever decision you make," Monica explained. "I know you care about the women in that house. If you turn around and see a man that you no longer care about, fine. You're out and this game is over. But if you turn around and see a man that you do still care about, you need to be fair, to him, to those other women who love you and mostly to yourself."

I could see Nikki nodding her head.

Monica looked past her now and looked at me. Her glare was piercing. Nikki turned around and looked at me. The tears filled her eyes though she fought them from falling. She walked silently to where I was standing. She glared up at me, looking almost sad. I waited, anxiously, to see what her next move was going to be.

Nikki opened her arms and hugged me tightly around the midsection. I hugged her back and held her firmly.

"Thank you," I said clearly as I was staring at Monica.

"If you make a liar out of me and I have to pick the pieces of a mess you make, then you will have to deal with me," Monica declared in perfect protection of her love.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," I commented as I nodded to her.

Nikki pulled away from me and looked up at me. She smiled through her tears before turning around. She walked back towards Monica, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the house. They both disappeared through the glass door and I knew who was coming out next.

Penny came through the open space and the glass door shut behind her. She walked towards me with her head down. She would not look at me and I thought I knew why.

"I'm sorry that I yelled," I apologized.

"That's ok," she responded softly, her head still down. "Why did you show up at that meeting?"

I was confused by this question. I felt like it was almost an accusation of something that I had not done. I did not know how to respond.

"Why didn't you tell them that I was back," I asked in return.

"I wanted you all to myself," she revealed sharply as she raised her head to look at me. "I wanted this game to be over and then we could be a normal couple. I wanted it more than anything from the moment you returned."

There was a fire in her eyes that I had never seen. It was powerful and passionate, but very scared.

"Why didn't you tell me that," I asked. "You didn't have to do all this scheming if you don't want to play this game anymore."

"I feared that your loyalty to the other women would have led you to play it with or without me," she confessed.

I looked at her, concerned for where this conversation was heading.

"What is going on between you and the other women," I asked, looking for some sense of where the game was.

"Everyone cleared the air," she informed me. "I made my apologies, but there is some residual anger and hurt feelings about a lot of things. Brooke went to get you. I am still pissed about that. I should have been the one to go get you."

"Penny, she's your friend and she did it for you," I told her. "Let that anger go. Tell me what you want right now."

"She is my friend, probably the best one I have ever had," Penny confirmed. "I can't be mad at her. After all, she brought you back to me. I want you. Whatever way that has to be, it has to be. But know this, when this game is over, you are mine. Period."

"I love you Penny," I reminded her. "You know that. When the game is over, if you still feel that way, then I will be a lucky man. The women will decide the fate of the game tonight. Am I to assume that you will vote with the majority?"

"I will," she confirmed. "I owe it to them."

"Your leadership will be called into question if we continue," I surmised.

"I expect," she agreed.

"I owe it to you to support you if you still want to lead," I expressed. "So how are we going to play that one?"

"If we are going to play, I would still like to lead," she acknowledged. "It makes the lonely nights easier to take."

"Ok, then that's how it will be," I announced. "I will make sure of it."

"Thank you," she replied. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell me that Nikki was so hurt and angry towards me," I asked her in return.

"I should have," she admitted, staring at the ground again. "I knew that you were walking into a war with her."

"I feel awful that she was so hurt," I declared. "She didn't deserve that."

I heard the glass door slide open behind Penny and a voice called out to us.

"Time's up. Come inside, both of you," Leslie yelled.

Penny and I looked at each other. I knew that I had still not talked to Emma, so going inside now seemed premature to me. I could not figure out what exactly was happening but I followed Penny back into the house. I shut the glass door behind me as Penny took a seat at the table with all of the other women. I noticed Monica in the kitchen holding her son and rocking him gently. He seemed to me like a very peaceful baby.

I looked around the table at all their faces. Emma was the only one who would not look at me. I was highly concerned as to where she stood, after all, she started this game. She didn't or wouldn't take the ten minutes with me and now she would not even acknowledge that I was in the room. This was disturbing to say the least.

"Okay, now everyone has had their time," Leslie stated.

"Not everyone," I interrupted her, staring a hole through Emma.

"Excuse me," Leslie continued around my remark. "As I was saying, EVERYONE has had their time. So we need to discuss what we are going to do and then vote."

"Leslie, everyone has not had their time," I repeated.

"The floor is open to anyone who wants it," Leslie stated, ignoring me again.

I looked around the table and all the women were looking at each other. There was a lot of confusion and disorganization amongst them. I waited, now silently. I paced back and forth around the table.

"Well, are we going to continue, as we were before all of this," Nikki asked bluntly. "I think that we each need to decide."

"I agree," Brooke added. "Leslie, just take a vote. We've all been through enough this week."

"Ok then, let's vote," Leslie proceeded. "Yes or no. Yes if you want to play, no if you don't."

"What are the terms," I asked, since I didn't have an actual vote. "Is this a majority vote or does it have to be unanimous?"

Leslie looked at me, confusion all over her face. She, like me, didn't know the answer to the question. The harder part was that neither of us knew who to ask to get that answer. I was stunned as I stood there.

"It's a majority vote," Penny declared. "I was in charge before you left, so until I am replaced or the game is dissolved, then I am still running things. So, it's a majority. 4 or more 'yes' votes will allow the game to continue. Anyone who votes 'no' will have the option to exit the game without penalty."

None of the women said a word. Penny's confidence and tone were crystal clear, if we were going forward, then we were doing it her way. I loved that move. I was wearing a big smile as the vote began.

"I vote yes," Leslie announced. "Brooke?"

"I vote yes," Brooke stated.

"I vote yes," Mindy followed.

"I vote yes," Penny continued around the table.

"I vote no," Vivian said.

Everyone at the table turned to look at her. Vivian kept her best poker face on as she gave nothing away. She said nothing and everyone was in a state that bordered on disbelief.

"I vote yes," Nikki revealed crisply, grabbing everyone's attention after our long and brutal exchange outside.

I knew the women were probably listening to everything that went on between me and each of them as they came to discuss things with me. I again stared at Emma, who would not look at me.

"There's one vote left," I clarified loudly.

"You already have 5 'yes' votes, there's no need to go any further," Leslie postured.

"Yes there is," I argued. "I want to hear all the votes. I owned to up to everything that happened. I answered all of your questions and made no excuses for my mistakes. I deserve to hear every vote."

"I agree," Vivian said as she rose from the table.

Her eyes were locked on me as she walked towards me. She walked past me and into the kitchen. I heard her heels on the wood floor in the hall and then I heard the front door open and shut. I looked back at Emma, who was now staring at me.

"You got 5 'yes' votes, you win," Emma declared as she stood up. "Go back to the hotel. Check out tomorrow and go home. Come back to work on Monday. Case closed."

Emma did not say another word. She, too, walked past me and through Leslie's front hall. The front door opened and shut again. Everyone was frozen. No one had moved and it appeared as though most of us were trying to slow our breathing to limit our movements. This was not good. There was a solid pain in my abdomen as I stood there.

Leslie stood up from the table and walked over to where I was standing. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She kissed me gently on the cheek as she pulled away.

"Welcome home," she said with a very big smile as she released her grip on me.

Brooke followed suit by getting up from the table and giving me a large hug. She then put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips softly.

"Welcome home, baby," Brooke repeated as she pulled away from me.

Mindy, Nikki and Penny all did exactly the same thing, all welcoming me home. It was more flattered than I had ever felt in my life. I almost felt good about things for a moment, but then I realized Vivian had still left, very hurt. I was not happy about that at all. I made my way through the kitchen and was headed towards the front door when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hey," the charming Australian accent called out to me.

I turned to see Monica looking at me shyly.

"What can I do for you," I asked her genuinely.

"Welcome home," she said before turning around and disappearing back into the kitchen where the rest of the ladies were gathered.

I was truly overwhelmed as I left the house. I headed back to the Marriott for the last time. I was going home tomorrow. While I was unsure of what exactly was going to happen with Emma or Vivian, it would be good to be home. I just liked being there. 

I pulled up to the valet and put the car in park. I got out and left it running as I headed back to my room. Once inside, I immediately started gathering my shit. I packed as much as I could before jumping in the shower. I let the water clear my mind as it ran over me. It was very relaxing after the process I had just been through. I shut the water off and dried myself, thinking all the time that I was so glad to be back here, despite having to answer for my laziness. 

I threw a towel around my waist and started to gather my toiletries. I collected my other miscellaneous bathroom items together went to get my duffle bag to put them in. I exited the bathroom and was so startled that I stumbled backwards into the bathroom door frame. I steadied myself and looked several times to be sure I wasn't seeing things. But then, after several moments of staring, I was certain that I wasn't dreaming. The visitor waiting for me, sitting on the edge of the bed, was as real as real gets.

As if out of a dream, there was Emma. She was wearing a long, beige overcoat and her right leg was crossed over her left. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap and she appeared very alert. She was looking at me intently. Her gaze was not filled with anger or with passion. Her eyes seemed very wide open to me and the look upon her face was extremely confident and matter-of-fact. I gathered myself and wondered why she was here. She had not taken her 10 minutes with me at Leslie's house, which insulted me somewhat but mostly confused me. Where were we headed tonight?

"Why didn't you take your 10 minutes with me back at Leslie's house," I could not resist asking the question.

I moved towards my duffle bag and began filling it with the items from the bathroom that I still had in my hands. I waited for Emma's response with anxious abandon.

"Nikki needed it much more than I did," she informed me.

"Nikki used her 10 minutes and my 10 minutes for me," I countered.

"You getting 10 minutes for yourself was not part of the deal," Emma revealed. "We just can't have you going around and making up your own rules, dear boy."

I was taken back by the words "dear boy." I wondered if that remark was meant to belittle or demean me. It stung, but I didn't want to read too much into it. Unfortunately, at this moment, I couldn't help but do exactly that in my mind. I tried to shake that thought and go back to our conversation.

"So you gave Nikki your 10 minutes because your mind was already made up going in," I surmised.

"Indeed it was," she confirmed.

"Of course it was," I replied sharply. "Then why bother. It's not like anything I was going to say would have changed your mind. It's not like you started this game by choosing me. Heaven forbid that you might have shown me the respect of at least hearing me out. Nope. Not you. Not the mighty and firm Emma Cartwright."

My tone was stern and angry. She had pushed me to a place I did not want to go but had already reached. She owed me more than this, I believed. But in the back of my mind I was terrified that the truth was, after all this time, that she owed me nothing at all.

"Don't forget that I had to save face in front of my sister, too," she added insult to my injury.

"Right, how could I forget that," I responded sarcastically.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her sternly. I slowed my mind down and replayed the exchange of words that had just occurred. I confused myself at some point, now not sure of what Emma meant by anything she said.

"So, what are you doing here then," I asked her directly.

Emma stood up off the edge of the bed and undid the belt that was holding her overcoat closed. She let the coat fall off her shoulders and I watched as it cascaded into a neat little lump on the floor. I took in the sight of Emma and was in awe.

She had on a black lace bra, a matching garter belt that was attached to lace thigh high stockings and black pumps. That was all that she was wearing. The sight of her gorgeous body captivated me instantly. I felt an immediate reaction under the towel that was still secured around my waist. I didn't have any words that would have justified speaking at that moment, so I remained cautiously silent.

Emma smiled at me as she began to move. She walked to me and then past me on my right. She put her left hand on my shoulder as she moved behind me. She let her fingers walk up my neck which sent a shiver down my spine and caused me to twitch slightly.

"I came here to set the record straight," Emma whispered in my left ear as she put her chin on my left shoulder.




The New Game Ch. 05



I could feel her warm breath on my neck and my cock throbbed immediately in response to her closeness.

"Judging by your tone with me, you think I am being unfair to you," she stated. "I'm not."

I closed my eyes and tried to gain every ounce of composure that I had left inside of me.

"Your conduct at both votes tells me otherwise," I reminded her.

"Perhaps you are too caught up in your emotions for some of the other women to see the reality," she suggested. "Perhaps you don't feel the passion and lust for me that you once did. Or perhaps you have been away too long and you have forgotten who I am. Either way, I am going to give you a pass."

Emma lifted her chin off of my shoulder and I felt her turn around. Her back was now pressed firmly against mine as we stood there.

"Thank you for the pass," I said simply. "Will you please explain some things to me?"

I felt Emma blonde hair whip across my shoulder blades as she spun back around. She rested her chin on my right shoulder this time and she firmly bit my earlobe.

"That's such a better tone," she advised me. "I started this game. Remember that day, in my kitchen, when I was your slut bride? Oh yeah, you remember that day."

I did remember that day, as if it were yesterday. That was the day the game really began. That was the day Emma first laid out the rules and that was the day I agreed to live this life. I gave myself to her that day and she accepted. That was the day that everything as I knew changed into everything it had become at this moment.

I nodded lightly to acknowledge to her that I did, indeed, remember.

"You made a pact with me that day," she reminded me. "Not with anyone else, but with me. No matter which of these girls is running this game or who is playing, this is still MY GAME. Don't ever forget that or be foolish enough to believe otherwise."

Hearing those words, I hung my head. Emma reached her arms around my waist and undid my towel, allowing it to fall to the floor. My rock hard pole stood proudly out in front of me, clear fluid glistening on its tip.

"Six months of fucking only Jack has made me crazy," she admitted. "Remember why we got together in the first place. You could give me things he couldn't or wouldn't and you would do it with a smile. I still like your smile."

Emma ran her hands across my chest and pulled me tighter to her.

"This game has evolved in many ways," she continued. "When you left you were becoming a great asset and you had already become a good friend. I missed you. I felt like a drug addict, going through wild mood swings from my withdrawal of not having you. But that's all gone now. Tonight I get to fall off the wagon and have you back."

"Not just yet," I stopped her. "You haven't explained everything."

"You're right," she agreed. "Vivian can't handle this game anymore. I told you she couldn't handle it at the start. We will have to deal with that shortly and we will. I needed to show you and everyone else that I was angry to comfort her. I could not leave her out on an island by herself. She would have felt alone and afraid, which I could not allow. She is my little sister after all and even though I was right about her not being a fit for this game, I still love her. I still have to protect her as best I can. So, I was probably one of the only people who was not surprised that she voted 'no' tonight. It's my job to take care of her and putting up the pissed-off front with you was the best way I knew how to do it."

I absorbed all of what she was saying. Vivian was done.

"So who came up with the vote idea," I asked.

"That was all Leslie, right there in that moment," she admitted. "I was gonna throw you out and then make you wait a few days and start over with you. It was a fairly simple plan that would not have worked with these women. I know that now."

I took in her words again and let out a large sigh of relief.

"I want to remind you, no matter how you feel about any of these women, I was first," Emma continued. "I don't love you. I am not in love with you. I did miss you, though, and I do love fucking you. Monday things will go forward, with everyone else, together, but right now I need to welcome you home properly. I need to show you how much I missed you and how good it is to have you back."

Emma spun me around and kissed me full on the mouth. We had never kissed like this before. She devoured me with her mouth. I melted into her arms as the heat between reached unsafe levels. Our tongues dances and our hands rediscovered each other's bodies. I was bursting with want for her as my firm member was pressed between our bodies.

Emma pulled away from me and crawled onto the bed. She looked back over her shoulder and growled at me. I winced at the look she gave me and how much I wanted her. She reached back between her legs and spread her pussy lips, showing me the soaking wet inside of her pink. 

I could not take it any longer. I climbed up onto the bed quickly and positioned myself behind her. I rammed my rock hard rod into her snatch forcefully. I penetrated her flooded box easily. I pulled back and reinserted my full length violently, ensuring that Emma felt my throbbing manhood inside of her. She bucked slightly under the force of my injection. She looked back over her shoulder again as I crashed aggressively into her body again.

"Pull my hair and fuck me until you cum," Emma yelped as she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.

I grabbed her long, blonde hair and tugged it as I brutally entered her again. The force was overwhelming me and I was not going to last long. I pulled her hair harder each time I slammed my stick into her sweet spot. I pulled her to me by her hair as I fucked her hole mercilessly. My load built quickly with each sadistic collision of our flesh.

I hammered her again and again with blunt force. My cock throbbed inside her walls until I reached my peak. I pulled my dick out of her and pumped it quickly and firmly two or three times until I exploded uncontrollably all over Emma's back. I dumped endless streams of goo onto her bare skin. After I finished pasting her back with my jizz, I did not move.

"Why didn't you cum inside me," Emma asked me.

"I was marking my territory," I informed her firmly.

She looked back over her shoulder at me again. This time, it was the sluttiest, dirty girl look any woman had ever given me.

"Fuck my asshole and do it again," she instructed me lustily.

I could not believe what she had just said. I processed the request for a moment before absolute carnal desire overtook me. I positioned myself behind Emma once again, this time pressing the head of cock to her anus. I pushed myself inside of her slowly at first, inch by inch. Emma winced several times as my member made its way into her bung.

When my full length was inside her ass, I retracted it slowly. I pushed inside of her again firmly, yet still at a slower pace as her ass loosened up. I pulled back smoothly and entered her again, this time at a quicker pace that made Emma cry out in a low moan.

I pulled my tool back and entered her again. I stuffed my rod into her butt again and then again, getting faster each time. I pushed harder and held her hips steady as I plowed her bottom. Emma now had her face down on the bed and two fingers buried in her cunt as I fucked her asshole. I jammed myself into her again and again as she moaned loudly.

My second orgasm built as I rammed my dick into her ass again. I felt it building as I pulled Emma's backside to me and speared her anus with my pole again. I was not being nice; I was being rough and heartless as I pounded her asshole. I felt her colon walls tense on my cock as I hammered her again and again until I felt my climax very near.

I pulled out of Emma's ass and tugged my prick quickly three times before I discharged four thick streams of goo onto her already sticky back. I crashed to the bed, finished. Emma lay next to me for a moment and then got up off the bed. She collected her bra and then her coat. I watched her walk past me towards the door before she turned around.

"It really is good to have you back," she said. "It's after midnight, so you can go home anytime you like. See you Monday at work."

She opened the door and started to step through it before she turned and looked at me again.

"For the record, I would have voted 'yes' tonight," she admitted. "Welcome home."

She left my room and I laid still for another few moments before getting up and packing quickly. I dressed and grabbed my stuff, very ready to leave. I left the room and was in the car by 1am. When I pulled into the driveway, the house was dark and quiet with only Penny's car parked outside. I was sure that we would be dealing with that situation but for tonight, it would have to wait. I quietly crept through the silent house and went straight to bed, happy to be back. 



The New Game Ch. 06



Chapter 06 -- Hearts in Armor

Sunday morning came very quickly. My eyes popped open sometime after 11am to the same eerie quiet I had gone to sleep to. I got out of bed and sort of crept my way downstairs. Penny was seated at the table in the dining area, drinking coffee and reading the paper quietly. She looked up and noticed me, then went back to reading without a word. She looked so cute just being herself that it made me very happy to be home.

I moved past her and into the kitchen in continued silence. I poured a cup of coffee for myself and stood in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, staring at her intently. Finally, after several long, awkward moments, Penny could not take anymore of the unbridled attention.

"Can I help you with something," she asked sharply without looking up from the paper.

"I missed you," I responded.

"I know," she said as she sipped her coffee again, this time looking up and grinning at me.

"Where's Vivian," I asked.

"At Emma's, I think," Penny surmised. "It's messy. She never came home from Leslie's. I am not sure what's going to happen."

"I am very sorry," I expressed.

"For what," Penny asked me directly.

"For not being able to be everything Vivian needed," I disclosed. "For causing her pain enough to make her want to leave the game. I did not want that and I deeply regret not being man enough to see it and fix it before it came to this."

"Are you retarted," Penny asked me harshly. "She left because I was being a sneaky bitch and she caught me. I hurt her and I drove her out. Me."

"I think you are being too hard on yourself," I offered.

"OH NO," she disagreed vehemently. "WE ALL were too hard on you. What a bunch of crabby bitches taking it all out on you because we were all too proud to go get you or to admit that we missed you so terribly. We could have consoled each other, but instead we drifted apart and we blamed you. Well fuck that. I am not gonna let any of them be hard on my man, anymore. I promise you that."

"PENELOPE," I snapped at her.

She stared at me in momentary fear which gave way to concern. She looked at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and I melted.

"I love you," I said very softly.

She exhaled a very deep breath.

"Please don't ever repeat that to any of the other women," I requested. "Even if you believe it. Let them hammer me when they need to. I did this. Period."

"That's wrong," she said in a low, soft voice. "You went home to take care of your family. You were needed and we were wrong to be that hard on you. You have been back less than two weeks and you have already started to reunite us when we were so lost without you. Don't you see that?"

"I see that Brooke was woman enough to come get me to account for my misdeeds," I countered. "I see a man that made a mess and hid from it because it was easier. Now that man needs to own up to each piece of making it right. That's what I see."

"She went to get you because she saw what being without you was doing to me," Penny countered. "The only one that gave you a pass was Mindy. We all should have given you a pass, but we were so distant from each other while you were away. They have no right to blame you for their own undoing."

"If they need to be angry with me or punish me to reunite with each other than I am ok with that," I conceded. "It's for the greater good."

"I love you," she gasped. "I refuse to let them hold this over you. I will not allow it."

"Ok," I conceded. "Let's leave this here. This conversation has to stop. We aren't getting anywhere and I would rather spend quality time with you than to argue."

"Agreed," she stated simply.

I spent most of the days running around the house. I wasted the hours, never getting to far from Penny for too long. I just wanted to be near her. Even if we weren't touching, I could feel things from her. It was almost perfectly peaceful, just being there. Seeing her smile inspired me. I wanted to be a better man for her. I certainly did not want to fail her the way I felt that I had failed Vivian.

My eyes again sprang open on Monday morning. I was very happy to get back to a routine. I showered, dressed and got to the office before anyone else. I was excited to be back. I was also quite happy that the security code had not been changed. I made my way to my office and it was as if I had never left. I started my day, as I had many times, with sunlight spilling through the blinds and onto my desk. It was wonderful to be back here.

I settled in and went through some paperwork on my desk. I tried to outline what had gone on while I was away and what state the firm was in. Things seemed to be going rather well and I was pleased with a lot of the things I found. The ladies arrived at the office one at a time and each sort of waived or yelled to me. It was very normal and comfortable.

When Nikki arrived and she was settled in, we spent close to two hours together going over the office affairs that were currently open and a list of items I needed to meet with Emma or Leslie about. I was making an immediate contribution and I felt like part of this great team again. The day was flying by until just after 2pm when I was sitting at my desk and Nikki appeared in my doorway once again.

"We have a meeting in the conference room," she informed me.

"Great," I announced as I jumped out of my chair to follow her.

I was rather surprised when I walked into the conference room and everyone was there, including Mindy and Vivian. This was a game meeting, not a business meeting. Nikki and I sat down at the table with everyone else. I waited for it to begin.

"On Saturday night, I made a statement," Penny said, as she stood from her chair and began to pace behind it. "I said that anyone who voted 'no' would have the option to withdraw from the game without penalty. With that in mind, I want to let you all know that Vivian has withdrawn from the game."

My heart sank in my chest as I heard those words. I could not look at her. I was sick to my stomach as Penny continued.

"She is leaving us with dignity and grace," Penny added. "This is her own choice and we all wish her well, I'm sure. She has been a friend and much more to each of us at one time or another. She has played this game with elegance and class. On behalf of each of us, Vivian, we thank you and wish you the best."

Penny moved back around to her chair and sat down. This felt like a retirement ceremony but it was not that at all. Vivian rose from her chair and stood as still as a statue. She looked at me and then away.

"I want to thank all of you," she began. "This has been a very interesting experience and I have grown from it. I will cherish all of our times together and I don't blame anyone for anything. It's just my time to move on. I will keep you all with me wherever I go."

She sat back down and glanced around the table from person to person. The knot in my stomach reached an unbearable size as no one else said a word. I stood up, looked around the table and then walked out of the conference room. I went into my office and shut the door. I sat in my chair and stared out the window with my back to the closed door, knowing at some point it would open.

It didn't take long for that to happen. I heard the door open behind me and then close again. I knew whoever had entered was standing there, but I was not about to turn around, I was still too conflicted. I waited to be addressed.

"Are you angry with me," Vivian asked me.

"No, I'm not," I confirmed. "I'm angry with me."

"Why," she asked gently.

"If I had not gone home, things might not have come to this," I suggested, still refusing to face her.

"First of all, you had to go home," she reinforced. "You did the right thing for your family. Don't let the rest of these women make you feel bad about that. They are proud and stubborn, but that doesn't allow them to beat up on you for their mistakes. They could have stayed strong while you were gone, but they didn't. They drifted amongst themselves. That's not your doing. So stop letting them bully you."

"Thank you," I accepted. "So, will I see you at home?"

"No, you won't," she informed me. "Even if you had not gone back east, it would have still come to this. I love you and you don't feel the same way. That's not your fault and you have always treated me with respect. Seeing you at home, in love with Penny everyday is something I can no longer handle. So I am moving out. Someone will be over to get my things later in the week."

I turned my chair around to face her. She looked at me intently, wondering what I would do next, I supposed. I stood up and walked to where she was standing next to my desk. I extended my right hand slowly towards her.

"Can we at least part considering ourselves friends," I asked.

Vivian put her hand on my face and looked into my eyes. She leaned up and kissed me gently.

"Good luck with this game and these girls," she said as she pulled away. "You already know that you need it."

Vivian turned and walked out of my office, leaving the door open behind her. I watched her pass Nikki's desk and head for the front door. As she disappeared through the front door I knew that I would not see her again. It was a horrible, empty feeling that I was unsure what to do with. I sat back in my chair and tried to get her off my mind. That was not an easy thing to do.

The rest of that week seemed to occur around me, as if I were not participating in it but merely just watching. The office was lifeless and lacked energy, or at least that is how it felt to me. There were very few conversations about anything other than work. Going home each night was no better as different people came by each night to get more of Vivian's things. Piece by piece she was disappearing from our world. I was still internally conflicted about what happened and how matter-of-factly it went down. It was as if I was the only one feeling any emotion about this change in dynamics. We just lost someone we all cared about and the women took it ever-so-perfectly in stride. Was I that weak?

Finally, Friday arrived and everyone seemed to have regained some of their energy in my view. The office sounded like it was buzzing and there seemed to be renewed life around me. It was inspiring and I always work better when things were like that. Maybe I was just feeling better and paying more attention. Towards the end of the day, Nikki poked her head into my office.

"Meeting, now," she informed me.

As usual I followed her into the conference room where the rest of the office was waiting. We sat in our usual chairs and it seemed very ordinary.

"We have a problem," Emma stated, staring directly at me.

"What's the problem," I inquired gingerly, unsure of where this was heading.

"Your living situation is the problem," Emma declared.

"Vivian provided balance at home for you," Leslie added. "Now that she has moved on, there is no balance. That is not fair to the rest of us."

The good cop and bad cop routine that Emma and Leslie seemed to continue to fall into was getting old to me.

"We are working on a solution," Penny assured me.

"Right," Emma agreed. "But until that solution is established, we have to make a minor adjustment."

This conversation was happening around me as I watched the women volley the topic around the table. I sat there in the middle of a whirlwind.

"How minor," I asked.

"You can live at home during the week," Emma conceded. "But you will have to stay with one of the rest of us on the weekend."

"That's interesting," I offered as I digested what I had just learned. 

This was not a minor adjustment, but it also wasn't as drastic a change as I had been expecting. Where was this going? How was spending the weekends at someone else's home providing balance?

"Ok, so who am I spending this weekend with," I asked.

"That would be me," Leslie replied.

"Right," Emma agreed again. "You will go home, pack some things and report to Leslie's tonight."

"It's just that simple," I clarified as I stood up. "Thanks for the notice."

I went back to my office and began shutting down for the weekend. This was an interesting turn of events. Spending actual living time with Leslie would be fun. She was great to talk to you, very insightful. I started to look forward to it as I walked out the front door of the office and headed home to pack.

When I reached home, I changed my cloths and threw some essentials into a bag without much delay. I was almost ready to leave when Penny arrived home. She waited for me in the dining room and I noticed her immediately when I came down the stairs.

"I hope you are not mad," she said to me.

"Not at all," I assured her. "This should be fun."

"Good," she said, relieved. "We will figure this out quickly. I promise."

"No worries," I told her as I kissed on the cheek. "See you Monday."

I turned and headed down the stairs and out the front door. Penny had a great look of confusion on her face as I left her. I hoped in my car and was off. I stopped and picked up a six pack of beer and a pizza for dinner. I arrived at Leslie's a short time later. I rang the bell and she let me in immediately. She looked great, as always, still dressed in her suit from work. I assumed that she had only been home for a few moments as her briefcase was still at the foot of the stairs. Leslie had a phenomenal body and her suits hugged her curves perfectly. I dropped my bag in the living room and proceeded into the kitchen.

I put the pizza on the counter while Leslie got out some paper plates. I put the beer in the fridge, minus one for myself. Leslie had already poured herself a glass of wine, so she was all set. We sat together for a while, watching the news, Sportscenter and then Jeopardy as we ate. We talked about current events and other things to pass the time before I found an old western on one of the cable channels. Leslie used it as a perfect excuse to leave me.

She grabbed her briefcase and disappeared up the staircase. I sat there watching her walk away from me until she was out of sight and then I turned my attention back to the movie on the television. My cell phone rang a moment later and I wondered who would be calling me. I checked the caller id to see Penny's name in bright letters staring back at me.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hey you," Penny greeted me with a giggle. "You left here before I got a chance to tell you something important."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I offered, not really taking her all that seriously based on her playful tone of voice. "What important thing did you forget to tell me?"

I would have bet money that I knew what Penny was about to say.

"Well, we have changed the rules," she informed me. "Since the game is back on and we want to get back to normal, anything goes on the weekends now. Have fun."

I was wrong. I had no idea that was coming. Penny had floored me and I had no idea what to think as she hung up on me. That part felt very much like getting back to normal. I put my phone down and sat there, wondering why the rules had changed. This was an interesting turn. I wondered if Leslie knew about this.

I heard Leslie on the stairs and when she reached the bottom landing my mouth fell open in awe. Leslie had on a zebra striped corset that was tied up the front. It had garters that were attached to sheer, white, thigh high stockings and she was not wearing any panties so her beautiful, bald pussy was in clear view. Her black, open-toe 5 inch stiletto heels with an ankle strap completed the look that gave me an instant, raging hard-on. My cock swelled immediately as it became abundantly clear that Leslie was well aware of the new adjustments to the rules.

As she walked across the room towards me, her gorgeous tits almost burst from the tight fitting corset. I was speechless as I watched her move. She separated my legs and stood between them in front of me. I began to lean forward on the couch, to get closer to her but she forced me backwards with her hands. I decided not to move again unless it was absolutely necessary.

Leslie knelt between my knees and undid my belt. She pulled my jeans off of me quickly and ensured that I was naked from the waist down in no time flat. I pulled off my shirt so that there was nothing in the way of her doing whatever she wanted to me. Leslie stood up in front me with my cement shaft pulsating in front of her. She reached out with her hand and beckoned me for mine. I extended my hands to her and she grabbed them firmly. She used our joined hands to balance herself as she raised her right leg and began to slowly, smoothly stroke my dick with her heel. I groaned loudly as she ran the heel of her sexy shoe up and down my pole. Clear fluid ran from the tip of my tool and down the length of my member rapidly. Leslie then placed her foot in the center of my chest with the heel just above my stomach. She pulled me to her with her arms and pushed me away from her with her heel. It hurt a little but I was so turned on by it at the same time. I felt that I might reach a spontaneous orgasm at any moment.

Leslie put her foot back down on the floor and let me sink back into the couch as she released my hands from her own. I stared at her, waiting for whatever she had in mind to do next. Leslie returned to her knees in front of me and began to fondle my organ with both of her hands as she moved her head closer to me. She found the small, circular mark that her heel had left on my chest and began licking it softly. I knew I was covering her hands in gallons of precum.

Leslie continued licking the mark for a moment before lowering her head over my shaft and engulfing it. My rod slid over her lips and into her mouth very easily. She went into a frenzy, sucking my cock frantically. She moved her head up and down on my pole as it passed in and out of her mouth swiftly. Her saliva heavily lubricated my prick as she ingested it over and over, hungrily. She sucked my cock at this rapid pace for another few moments as my orgasm built quickly.

All of the sudden, Leslie stopped sucking me off and stood up. She sat lightly on my right leg and leaned into me. She kissed me on the cheek and then bit my earlobe.

"I want you to agree to do something for me tonight," she whispered to me.

"What would like, my dear," I asked lightly, slightly curious about the answer.

"I want you to fill me up," She said. "I want one load in each of my three holes. Will you do that for me?"

"I would enjoy nothing more," I replied.

Leslie wasted no time in going back to her knees and resuming her ridiculous pace of sucking my engorged shaft. I groaned loudly when my cock reentered her mouth. She devoured my pecker with reckless abandon as I ran my hands through her lovely black hair. I lightly forced her face down onto my rod.

Leslie seemed turned on by the guidance of my hands and began sucking me harder and faster. I groaned again and pushed her head down onto my meat harder each time. Soon I was jamming her mouth onto my flesh-pipe until I erupted suddenly inside her mouth. I shot jet after jet of sticky, white semen into her gullet as I held her head still. Leslie swallowed every drop before allowing my tool to escape her oral cavity.

Leslie eased back and gazed at my freshly milked member lustily. She grabbed it firmly with her right hand and began pumping it aggressively. My tool sprang back to life under her touch as I grew harder and harder in her hand. Leslie stood up and looked down at me, sternly. She walked across the living room and into the hall. I heard her heels snap on the wood floor as she climbed the first two stairs to the small landing.

"Come get me," she called to me.

I got up and moved to the stairs, as Leslie kept pace ahead of me. She looked down at me when she reached the top and I laughed. I continued to follow her to her room. She stood at the edge of her bed and smiled at me as I entered the room. I moved to her and then around her. I threw myself onto the bed and rolled onto my back, allowing my still firm shaft to stand up straight.




The New Game Ch. 06



Leslie needed no invitation as she climbed up on the bed and hovered over me. She leaned her face in close to mine and licked my cheek seductively. I felt my groin twitch as she did it. Leslie then mounted me and guided my dick to her opening. I exhaled at the pleasure I felt when I entered her. Her moist hole accepted my length without resistance.

Leslie began riding me intensely. Her pelvis continually crashed down onto my own as she worked my shaft inside her walls. Her pace increased as she kept driving her gash down onto my pole. I swelled inside her while she fucked me wildly. Leslie was exceptionally attractive and I loved seeing her face as she fucked me. My prick throbbed as she rode me roughly.

Her constant pounding of my cock inside of her brought about my second orgasm. I grunted and growled as it built inside me. Leslie impaled herself on me harder and harder, sensing what was about to happen. I released my thick goo inside of her forcefully. Rocket after rocket sprang from my pecker and filled her insides as she continued to thunderously slam her flesh into my own. When my explosion was complete, Leslie rolled off of me and laid beside me on the bed. She smiled sadistically before kissing me lightly on the lips and sitting up.

Leslie climbed off the bed and began to undress. I watched as she unclipped the garters from her stockings. She took off her shoes and tossed them aside and then slid her stockings off of her legs. I began to get hard again as I watched her hands gently tend to her clothing. She untied the corset and allowed it to fall off of her gorgeous frame. Her perky tits sprang free as the corset crashed to the floor. 

Leslie put her hand on my leg as she slowly, seductively crawled up my body which was still sprawled out on the bed. She stopped when she reached my half-hard member. She slowly licked it and flicked it with her tongue. I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted at that point. To my dismay, she slid backwards off of me. I watched her walk to her nightstand and open the drawer. She reached and her hand emerged holding a tube of lubricant.

Leslie opened the top of the tube and turned towards me again. She held the tube over my now solid rod and dumped a fair amount onto my prick. She worked the liquid in with her hand. It was sticky and warm on my tool as she pumped me with her hand. I swelled under her touch and I saw clear fluid escape from the top of my organ.

Leslie knew that I was ready and she handed me the tube. She bent over and laid herself on the bed with her ass at the very edge. I moved myself off of the bed and positioned myself behind her beautiful bottom. I opened the tube and dropped some of the lube onto her backside. I pressed my cock into the liquid and to her tight bung hole. I inserted myself easily into her ass.

Leslie gasped as I entered her behind. I slowly pressed my entire length into her asshole and then pulled back. I groaned as I pushed myself inside her bottom again. I could feel my cock throbbing inside her butt.

"Don't be nice," Leslie growled at me. "Just fuck me."

I needed no further instruction. I grabbed her hips and firmly thrust myself inside of her rear again. I pulled back and quickly injected my meatstick into her ass again violently. I knew this was not going to take long at all for me. The warmth of the lubricant and the tightness of her asshole manipulated my member to a peak quickly. I began ramming her asshole at a great pace. I plowed her bottom over and over with my shaft until moments later when I exploded intensely inside of her rectum. I launched stream after stream of my sticky, white seed into her. I pulled out of her ass and fell to bed next to her.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said to me as she got up off the bed.

I watched her enter the bathroom and then the door shut about half-way behind her. 

My next coherent thought was my eyes opening to reveal that it was morning. I was still in Leslie's bed and still naked. I noticed Leslie over at her dresser, doing her makeup. As my eyes adjusted to the daylight, it was clear that she was already dressed and had been up for a while. She turned and noticed that I was awake.

"Hey there," she said as she smiled at me. "I wasn't going to wake you."

"Are you going somewhere," I asked her.

"Yes," she admitted. "I am spending the day with both of my sisters. Brooke and I are making an effort with Lisa."

"That is a good thing," I asserted as I sat up in bed. "What time will you be back?"

"I won't," she clarified. "I'm staying at Brooke's tonight. You are free to go home anytime after 4pm tomorrow. Those are the new rules."

"The ever evolving game," I grunted.

"Don't worry," she assured me. "It will all be rectified soon."

She walked over to where I was sitting and put her arms around my neck. She looked me deep in the eyes and kissed me softly on the lips.

"I missed you," Leslie said as she pulled away from me. "Have fun today. The house is yours."

I watched her disappear out the door and felt my insides sink. This was not what I expected. In fact, this is exactly the opposite of what I expected. I became cranky.

My day was uneventful. From the shower, to watching a couple of movies, to several laps in the pool, nothing seemed to entertain me. I wished that Leslie was still here. Finally, as I was sitting on the patio, still drying from my last dip in the pool, I found myself calming down. I watched the sunset far to the west of me, though it looked close enough to grab. As the red and orange light faded, I grabbed my cell phone. I knew that now as a perfect to make a phone call that I had been avoiding. A call that I knew was long overdue. I smiled to myself as I hit the send button on my phone.

"Hey Kid," Bill's jolly voice answered on the other end of the line. "What took you so long?"

"I'm sorry, Bill," I offered. "I should have called you much sooner than this and I do apologize."

"No need, kid," he scoffed. "No need at all. How are you?"

"I am hanging in," I admitted. "I am getting back into the swing of things and trying to handle the changes."

"Yeah, that's always the trick, isn't it," Bill said. "I heard that Vivian checked out of the game. Don't stew on it, kid. That will only make it harder."

"Were there a lot of comings and goings in your game," I asked him.

"There were some," he admitted. "It made it interesting, kept if fresh and at moments, it made it very difficult. Don't wear yourself out over it. You have 6 other women to handle. The one that has moved on has chosen to look out for herself. Respect it, appreciate it and move on. Don't stew on it."

He sounded like he was speaking from direct experience. I didn't want to push the topic but it felt an awful lot like Bill was actually saying "don't make the same mistakes that I did." I wondered how close to reality that was. That train of thought was broken before I had the courage to ask him.

"How is your Uncle Phil doing," Bill asked politely.

"He is doing very well, thank you," I relayed. "His leg is getting stronger everyday."

"You have a lot of heart kid," Bill complimented me. "Don't let anyone tell you any different. What you did was exceptional and it was for all the right reasons. I know you like providing for these ladies and that is respectable too. I want you to know that I understand."

"Thank you," I accepted. "I really do appreciate it. Will we be seeing you anytime soon?"

"I'm not sure," he replied. "It if were up to Bonnie we would have already been down to see you, but with all the chaos there and the inordinate amount of work that I have here, it's going to be tough. As soon as possible though. Count on that."

"Thanks, for everything," I offered.

"You are welcome," he extended. "Call me anytime, kid. Anytime."

"Send Bonnie my best," I insisted as our call came to a close.

I don't know why I felt so disappointed at that moment but I did. I thought Bill let me off easy for being lazy, which I appreciated. I also knew that I wished that conversation had lasted longer and gone into deeper detail about Bill's game. I really wanted to know what happened there. I sat back in the patio chair I was on and began to reflect in the crisp evening air.

My personal reflection time was immediately interrupted when I heard the sliding glass door open behind me. Naturally, I assumed it was Leslie and I immediately became excited to see her. The highlights of last night's sexual romp ran through my head and I turned to look at my lady. I did not know how to react when I saw Mindy walking towards me.

The images in my mind changed immediately. Last night's escapade was gone and fully replaced by the last time I was on this patio with Mindy. It was the night of the vote, one week ago. Mindy and I spent 10 minutes together out here during which we were supposed to be clearing the air. Mindy thought it better to spend that 10 minutes in the hottest make-out session that I had be involved in since I was 17 years old. She was one hot young woman.

I took notice of how lovely she looked tonight as she approached me. She was wearing a bright orange sun dress with black patent leather peep toe pumps that sported a very thin 5-inch wooden heel. I felt my dick twitch in my still damp bathing suit. I smiled at her as she came to a stop in front of my chair. She put her hands on her hips and stared down at me.

"Well," she said, peering down at me with a face full of attitude.

"Well what," I asked curiously as I looked up at her with a grin.

"You didn't even get up to greet me," she chastised me.

"Forgive me," I postured as I stood from my chair.

As we stood there facing each other, Mindy slowly raised her arms and joined them together behind my head. She pulled me to her and kissed me softly on the mouth.

"What are you doing here," I asked her quietly as I pulled away.

"I knew Leslie was out for the evening," she admitted. "I didn't want you to have to spend the night alone. I got permission to join you."

"You got permission to join me," I repeated. "From who?"

"I asked Penny," she revealed.

"What did you ask Penny," I qualified.

"Actually, I asked her if I could come over and spend the night with you," Mindy explained.

"And Penny said 'yes' to that," I pressed her as we stood there.

"She did," Mindy disclosed. "She also said I could fuck you silly if I wanted to."

That was definitely a statement that got my attention. My dick continued to swell and convulse in my swim trunks. I was curious as to how this was about to unfold and how playful Mindy wanted to be.

"I see," I toyed with her. "And is that what you want to do?"

Mindy pulled away from me and began to strut herself back towards the house. I watched her sun dress sway from side to side as her hips rocked with her walk. She reached the glass door and turned to face me.

"I haven't decided," she giggled at me. "I'm going to my room. I will decide when I get there. Come check on me in a few minutes and we'll see what I decided."

I watched her disappear through the glass door and I was once again alone. I collected my cell phone and my towel and made my way back into the house. I heard a few small noises coming from upstairs as I put my cell phone on the kitchen counter and tossed my towel into the laundry room at the far end of the dining room. I slowly made my way to the foot of the staircase and began to climb. I made my way through the hall and tapped lightly on the door to Mindy's room.

"Come in," Mindy called to me.

I turned the handle to the door and swung it open. Much to my delight, and as I had hoped, Mindy was waiting for me. She was now naked aside from her heels and lying on her bed. My eyes scoured every inch of her fantastic body. She was fit and firm with curves that every woman should be jealous of. I stepped into the room and moved towards her.

She spread her legs wider apart with each step I took towards her. I watched as she ran two fingers across her bare, bald pussy. She pinched her clit lightly as she rubbed herself seductively. My tool sprung to life in my shorts, create a very visible tent. Mindy smiled and did not take her eyes off of my crotch.

"I want a taste of that," she purred as she continued to massage her sweet spot.

She had her pussy lips spread with one hand and was injecting two fingers from the other hand in and out of her hole. The wetness covered her fingers and made squishy sounds as she slowly digitally manipulated herself. My dick twitched and jumped wildly in my still slightly wet trunks. 

"Don't make me beg," she moaned. "Give me that dick."

I undid the string in the waistband of my bathing suit and dropped it to the floor. My throbbing rod stood erect in front of me as I took another step towards Mindy's bed. I climbed up on the bed and knelt near Mindy's face, placing the head of my cock to her lips. Mindy opened up and accepted my organ into her mouth. I felt precum leaking from my tip onto her tongue. 

She slowly licked and sucked my flesh rocket. I groaned as I began to massage her breast with my hand. I groped and kneaded her mound while she sloppily mouthed my shafted over and over. I could not take much of this build up before I wanted to attack her gorgeous young frame.

I climbed off of the bed and pulled her to me by her legs. I stood off the edge of the bed and forcefully injected my cock into her gash. I slid in easily as Mindy bent her knees and placed her heels on my chest, creating a great deal of leverage. I leaned in and pressed my tool fully inside of her.

Mindy moaned as I entered. I grabbed her hands with my own and quickly went to work. I pulled her to me again, piercing her vagina with my stick. I drew her into me again, harder. The next time was more sadistic and powerful than the last. I increased my pace, ramming my prick into her over and over, viciously. The heat of her body made me want to fuck her harder and I tried to. I slammed my cock into her again and again while she moaned and gasped. I wanted this to be aggressive and it was.

I increased my speed of repeated penetration to an incredible pace, our skin slapping together with each injection. I swelled and throbbed inside her box as I pounded her. My peak was arriving rapidly and Mindy noticed as she bucked wildly underneath me.

"Cum on my shoes," Mindy gasped loudly. "Leslie told me you like that. Show me."

I could not hold out a second longer. My cock began to spurt as I withdrew it from Mindy's soaking wet hole. She placed her sexy heels in front to catch the bulk of my load. I dropped puddle after puddle of cream onto her shoes as my cock throbbed in my hand. When my frantically intense orgasm was complete I sat on the edge of the bed next to Mindy. She crawled up next to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"We're so not done," she laughed as she sat up.

She turned her back to me and climbed on top of me. She positioned herself over my half hard pole and placed it at her opening once again. She balanced herself on her cum soaked heels and began moving up and down on my shaft.

I once again swelled to rock hard status inside her walls. Mindy bounced up and down on me while she grunted and gasped.

"Fuck me," she growled. "Fuck me good."

She was doing all the work as she impaled herself again and again on my tool. I laid back and arched my hips so she could take my full length on every down stroke. I swelled and throbbed as Mindy rode me like a stallion.

"Give it to me," she encouraged me. "Give me that cock."

I continued to enjoy the view of Mindy's ass bouncing up and down on my midsection while she fucked me silly. She grunted and screamed loudly as her climax built. Mindy speared herself again and again on my cement member until her orgasm overtook her. She growled and shrieked as she reached the summit of pleasure.

I continued to enjoy the ride as she fucked me through her climax and brought about my own. I erupted inside her as her orgasm subsided. I spewed several jets of goo into her moist box before I was done.

Mindy rolled off of me and kicked off her shoes. She crawled back towards me and laid her head on my chest. That was the last thing I recall.

When I opened my eyes again, Mindy was in front of me, fully dressed. Daylight once again spilled through the window. I sat up instantly to talk to her.

"Where are you going," I asked in a groggy tone.

"Back to school, silly," she replied.

She kissed me softly on the lips and left the room. I heard her feet on the stairs and then the front door closed. I knew she was gone.

I felt like a dirtbag and in keeping with that I put my swim trunks back on. I went for a swim for a long while before taking a shower. I packed my things up and cleaned up as best I could. I threw my bag in the car and went back inside for a while, waiting for the deadline to pass.

4pm finally arrived and I locked the house up. I headed to my car and as I pulled away I noticed Leslie pulling into the driveway in my rear view mirror. That was not a surprise to me.



The New Game Ch. 07



Chapter 07 -- Resolution

When I arrived back home on Sunday, my mood was sour. All remnants of Vivian were now gone from the house. I was not at all in the mood to talk and pretty much kept to myself unless answering a question that Penny was asking me directly. The house was too quiet and lifeless for me at the moment. There were times when I wanted the house to be quiet, but on the whole I liked the energy and activity that Vivian and Penny provided. Even if they weren't doing anything that involved me, the combination of the two of them always seemed to create a buzz in the house.

With Vivian gone and the adjustments to the new weekend rules still settling in, being home now felt a little awkward. I tried desperately to ignore the awkwardness as I got ready for work on Monday morning. That week at the office was as normal as ever. It was as if Vivian's leaving had not had an impact on the vigor of business. The distraction of work kept me sane, which I appreciated. As the end of the week approached, I occupied more and more of my time wondering when the decision of whom I would spend this weekend with would be revealed to me. 

On Thursday afternoon, Nikki tapped lightly on my office door. I looked away from the computer screen in front of me to see her smiling at me from the doorway. She pointed with her right hand in the direction of the conference room and turned to go. I watched as she stepped away and out of sight. I had a distinct feeling that my questions were about to be answered. I hoped that was the case as I made my way into the conference room and took a seat at the already full table. The waiting game was wearing me out.

"So, where am I going this weekend," I asked bluntly before anyone could say anything.

"Everything is not always about you," Emma chastised me.

"I know," I admitted humbly. "But this is."

"Yes, it is," Leslie confirmed with a smile.

"You will come to work with me tomorrow," Penny interjected. "Then you will be spending the weekend with Nikki."

I looked at her sideways. Nikki and Monica had a baby and enough things going on at home that they did not need me in the way. Plus, I was not 100% sure that Nikki was over what had happened between us at Leslie's house, even though we had spent a lot of hours together in the office. I wasn't sure they had thought this through.

"Are you sure that Nikki is the best choice," I asked gingerly.

Nikki snapped her head around and glared at me intently.

"You don't want to spend time with me," she attacked me.

"That's not it at all," I replied softly, though I was immediately on the defensive. "Between you, Monica and the baby, I just don't want to be in the way. You have a system and a routine at home; I don't want to interfere with that."

Nikki sat back in her chair and relaxed. She smiled at me wide and then winked. I had no idea what the hell that was about but I rolled with it. It was the most comfortable gesture she had given me since I had been back.

"I think we are all pretty confident that Nikki is the right choice for this weekend," Brooke confirmed.

That surprised me. Brooke usually stayed quiet during these meetings, unless she had something very poignant to say. It felt like this was a direct message that she was sending to me. Whether or not it was, that is how I was taking it. I smiled at Brooke and then at Nikki. I nodded my head in response and the meeting was adjourned.

I finished my day Thursday and was very quiet at home that night. Penny and I were cordial but I was distant and I knew it. I loved her and I didn't want to upset her, but adjusting to this new set of rules was taxing me. I wasn't sure how to feel at home anymore. It was clear that the balance Vivian had provided in the house was not only for the game but for me as well. I missed her and still felt responsible for her leaving. I was working through it, but I was being very hard on myself.

I grabbed my bag the next morning loaded it with stuff for the weekend. Penny smiled at me during the entire ride to the office. When we arrived, I got out the car, but Penny did not. She simply blew me a kiss and turned the car back out of the office parking lot. I made my way to my office and threw my bag on one of my guest chairs before starting my day.

The day passed quickly though the office was very quiet. It was after 5 when Nikki knocked slightly on my office door.

"Almost ready to go," she asked.

"Sure, just let me know when you are ready," I confirmed.

"Ok, I'm ready," she snapped.

I watched as she spun around and headed back to her desk. I shut down my computer and grabbed my bag. As I arrived at Nikki's desk, she was on the phone. She quickly put the receiver down and smiled at me. She shut her computer off as well and grabbed her purse. Without a word I followed her out of the office and to her car. I tossed my bag in the back and Nikki handed me the keys.

"Take me home," she instructed me.

I did as I was told and climbed behind the wheel. We drove mostly in silence, with Nikki adding directions here and there. I pulled into the driveway of the quaint, brown townhouse where she and Monica lived. I shut the car off and looked over at her. She seemed annoyed and distracted.

"I'm sorry," I said to her.

"For what," she asked simply.

"For disrupting your life this weekend," I admitted. "I will try not to be in the way of you or Monica."

"You won't be," she informed me. "Monica and Brian are staying at my parents' this weekend."

This was certainly news to me. I hated to be an inconvenience. I had totally become a disturbance to their routine and I was angry with myself for that.

"Nikki, I didn't mean for this to happen this way," I clarified.

"Of course not," she giggled. "You had nothing to do with the decision."

She opened her door and stepped out of the car. She stopped when she got to the front door and turned to see that I had not moved. She smiled and gestured with her index finger for me to come inside. I grabbed my bag and exited the car, heading up the small walkway with a heavy heart. I wished this situation were resolved already.

I followed her into the house and dropped my bag in the living room. I took a seat on couch and really tried to become invisible. Nikki excused herself and went upstairs as I flipped the television on and drifted away in my mind. I looked around the room, not having spent any time in this place since Penny turned it over to Nikki and Monica.

There were a great many pictures of the two of them and even more photos of the newest addition to their family. He was such cute, chubby little guy. I could easily see why these two women were so in love with just one man. It made me smile and feel less of a burden as I moved my eyes from picture to picture. This place suddenly felt very comfortable and loving. I knew that must be a good feeling for young Brian.

Nikki returned, now in sweat pants and a t-shirt. She was wearing her glasses as well. I had only seen her wear them once before and I knew she disliked them very much.

"My eyes were bothering me," she informed me, noticing my fixated glare at her glasses.

I smiled at her as she took a seat next to me on the couch. She instantly grabbed the remote and found something that she wanted to watch. She looked at me cautiously and then laid her head in my lap. Nikki looked up at me and I saw calm in her eyes.

"I did miss you while you were gone," she admitted.

"I missed you too," I replied.

"I have to ask you something serious," she prepared me.

"Go ahead," I urged her.

"When we were at Leslie's and I was being so very hard on you, you said something" she recapped.

"Nik, I said a lot of things that night," I acknowledged. "Any you had every right to be hard on me."

"Not that hard," she disagreed. "I was hurt and angry and very scared you would leave again. I still am. But I have to ask you about something else. You said you were not doing this without me. I have not been able to forget those words. Would you have stopped playing this game if I had checked out instead of Vivian?"

I sat there silent, digesting her question and trying to find the truth within myself. I looked down at her and began to hurt inside. I needed to find the words to express the truth inside without insulting anyone in this game, but most of all I needed to be honest with Nikki.

"If I answer that, you have to promise to never repeat it to anyone else," I requested. "This will have to stay between you and me. Agreed?"

"I promise I will not say a word to anyone," she agreed quickly.

"The truth is, that I would not or could not have played this game without you," I explained. "If you had checked out then it would have been game over. Coming back was tough but I was not going forward without you. In my mind and my heart, there are certain players I would go on without and certain players that I refuse to do this without. I won't name names because I don't want anyone else to feel slighted, but honestly, without you, I would have been done."

"Thank you for being honest," Nikki said to me.

"That night at Leslie's you said I need each of you women for different things," I reminded her. "That is very true. I need you for your passion and fire. You are a great barometer of right and wrong. Plus, I love being your friend outside of the game. You are a great woman Nicholette Barns. That fact has never changed for me."

Tears ran down Nikki's cheeks as she smiled up at me. I knew we were back to good.

The rest of the evening was uneventful as we watched television and joked around until Nikki went up to bed around midnight. I slept on the couch out of respect. When morning came, I was relieved. Nikki came downstairs pretty early and I could hear her messing around in the kitchen. I got up off of the couch and made my way into the kitchen to find her with her robe on and bright smile on her face. She had made a pot of coffee which was well needed. I had a cup and then went and took a shower. When I returned, we watched a movie and shared a lot of talk about young Brian and how he had changed Nikki's world so much for the better.

Sometime around noon, Nikki excused herself so she could finally get dressed for the day. I sat there, taking in more of the house and how much it felt like a home. I was looking at the picture on the wall of Penny holding Brian in the hospital shortly after he was born. She looked like a natural. My mind was off to the races until my train of thought was broken.

"Can you come and help me," Nikki called to me from upstairs.

Her voice shattered the far away place my mind had gone to. I turned from the picture and climbed the stairs with no urgency, taking in the full environment around me. This place was peaceful and healthy; I wasn't sure why I felt that way but I was very at ease. As I reached the top of the narrow staircase, I was not sure which room Nikki was in.

"Nik," I called to her as I reached the landing.

"In my room," she responded.

Obviously her room was not the one with Brian's name on the door in multi-colored blocks. I was sure that was a safe bet. I entered the other of the two bedrooms, pushing the door open slowly. There was a desk to the left, whose chair had been pulled out into the center of the room. On the right was a dresser with a television on top of it and further right was a large, I am guessing king size, bed. The room wrapped around slightly, between two closets to a bathroom that was connected to both bedrooms. I still did not see Nikki.

"Nik," I called out again.

I put my hands on the back of the chair and leaned on it, waiting for a response. I noticed that on the floor in front of the chair were three shoe boxes. I couldn't figure out what Nikki was up to but I hoped she would explain it to me.

"Have a seat," Nikki called out to me from the bathroom.

I did as I was told and sat myself in the chair. I waited patiently until I felt Nikki hands on my shoulders. She massaged my shoulders lightly for a few moments before lowering her head and placing her chin on my right shoulder.

"I wanted to clear some things up with you," she whispered.

"Ok, I am listening," I allowed.

"Now, after some further thought, I was probably too hard on you when you came back," Nikki explained. "So I apologize. I am part of this game and I want you. I want you for all the things you mean to me and how you make me feel."

"I'm yours," I responded.

"Do you remember when we were in Las Vegas," she asked.

"Of course I do," I confirmed.

"Do you remember what I told you," she pressed.

"You said you were scared to become a mom," I recounted.

"Yes I did," she agreed. "But that's not what I was referring to. Do you remember me telling you that I save my mushy, girly side for Monica?"

"I do remember that," I again confirmed.

"That is still the case," Nikki revealed. "When we were at Leslie's I admitted that I was angry because I let myself become an over-emotional prototypical girl. Today, I am hoping you can help cure me of that."

"What did you have in mind," I questioned.

"Well, do you remember how hard you fucked me in Vegas," she asked.

"Of course," I cemented.

"Do it again, today," she requested. "Please. Treat me like a filthy slut. Forget that we are friends, forget that I am a mother, and forget everything. Fuck the shit out of me and cum all over me. Make me feel like the naughty, dirty girl that I used to be and not the vulnerable mess that I have turned into. Please, please do this for me."

"Wow, that's a hell of a request," I acknowledged. "Are you sure?"

"I am so sure that I am begging you," she moaned. "Use me, abuse me and make me feel the rush I used to feel when you fucked me."

She licked my earlobe and stuck her tongue in my ear. My cock spasmed in my pants as she did that. 

"Anything you want," I surrendered.

"Good," she giggled. "Now pick a box."

I looked down at the floor in front of me. The three boxes stared back at me.

"What's in them," I asked.

"My three sexiest pairs of shoes," Nikki disclosed. "I will wear whichever pair you pick. And you get to cum on them. I remember how hard you came on my shoes the first time we fucked. That carnal force is what I am missing."

I exhaled a deep breath, trying not to let my mind run wild but it was too late. Nikki had me wrapped around her finger and willing to give her whatever she wanted. I extended my right arm and pointed down at the center box.

"I'll take the middle one," I announced.

"Oh good," Nikki expressed. "Now get up and get undressed."

I rose from the chair and turned around. Nikki was completely naked behind me. Her body looked as gorgeous as ever. Her milky white skin and her long blond hair made her the picture of beauty and sexuality. She was almost statuesque.

I discarded my shirt as she moved around and sat in the chair. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants while Nikki picked up the box on the right. She sat in the chair holding the box as I tossed my pants and underwear aside. My stiff erection stood firm in front of me, pointing at Nikki. She glared at my dick before looking up at me.

"I have been looking forward to this part," she said lustily.

"What part is that," I inquired.

"The part where we see which pairs of shoes you didn't choose," she informed me. "It's a little foreplay, a little teasing and a lot of getting you ready to fuck me raw."

My cock twitched hearing her words as precum began trickling out of the tip. Nikki lifted the lid of the box and pulled out one of the shoes. It was a red, patent leather pump with a very thin 5 inch heel. They were hot shoes and would have looked awesome on Nikki. She showed the shoe to me, turning it to both sides before reaching out and running the thin heel along the length of my shaft before returning it to the box.

She set the box down and picked up the box on the left. She removed the top and extracted a black leather pump with extremely pointy toe and steel 5 inch heel. I groaned just seeing it and felt a massive rush of blood to my crotch when Nikki seductively slid it onto her foot. She slowly extended her gorgeous leg and pressed the pointy toe of the shoe to my ballbag. She massaged my scrotum gently for a moment and then turned her foot upright to run the steel heel along my rigid member. I closed my eyes and gasped.

Nikki withdrew her foot and removed the shoe. She placed it back in the box and returned the box to the floor in front of her. She grabbed the center box that I had chosen and placed it in her lap. She glared at me playfully as she sat there.

"Ready to see what you chose," she asked.

"Very ready," I grunted full of lust.

"Good," she approved. "That means that I have you just where I want you."

She lifted the lid of the box and tossed it aside. She pulled out both of the shoes in the box and placed them on the floor in front of her. They were sandals with a very thin, high heel and lots of straps. I watched as Nikki slid her right foot into the shoe and collected the multitude of straps hanging around her foot. She began to weave the straps around her ankle and up her sexy calf. It became clear that these straps went very far up her leg. Finally she tied off the straps just below her knee.

The sight of her sexy leg all wrapped up in straps sent waves of desire and lust through me. I watched her slide her left foot into the other shoe and repeat the process of lacing it up her leg. I groaned as fluid leaked consistently from the tip of my pecker. When she was done, Nikki crossed her legs in the chair and smiled at me.

"I don't mean to be shy," Nikki giggled.

She then uncrossed her lovely legs and spread them very wide on the chair. She moved her right hand down to her pussy and spread her lips apart. She massaged her clit with her index finger and teased me heavily. I watched in sheer delight as she touched herself. She grinned at me as she stopped and slid her ass to the edge of the chair.

She gestured for me to come towards her with her index finger. I moved to her and stood over her as she lifted her legs off the floor. She grabbed her well wrapped calves with her hands and pulled her feet very close to her face. Nikki was very flexible and I was very turned on. She licked the heels of her shoes seductively while I watched.

"Fuck me," she growled. "Jam that dick inside me right fucking now."

I did exactly as I was told. I positioned my cock to her opening as she was almost folded in half beneath me on the chair. I entered her flooded gash very easily and it felt like heaven. Nikki put her shoes on my shoulders and smiled at me, and then her look turned deadly serious.

"I SAID FUCK ME," she yelled.

I knew what she wanted and I was more than happy to give it to her. I retracted my rod from her snatch and reinserted it as forcefully as I knew how. I began ramming her box aggressively, enjoying every second of the pounding I was giving her. I slammed into her over and over as she groaned louder each time. I injected my rock hard pole into her again and again with all my energy and Nikki could not seem to get enough. She gasped and grunted with each crash of my flesh to her.

The intensity of each meeting of our bodies was too much for me and my first batch built quickly. Nikki pushed me off of her and presented her shoes to me quickly. I loved when any of the women did this, but at this moment, I was glad it was Nikki giving me the thing that they all knew made me cum the absolute hardest. I exploded violently all over her sexy, strappy sandals. I grunted and growled as each jet jumped from my organ onto her feet. The orgasm was mind-blowing. I buckled at the knees as I finished.

I stood over Nikki, staring at her cum soaked sexy feet. She glared at me lustily.




The New Game Ch. 07



"What a good boy you are being for me," she complimented in a very motherly tone of voice. "Now, I need more and you know it."

Nikki stood up and turned around. She put both of her knees on the chair and raised her ass into the air towards me. I took a very deep breath and placed my cock inside of her again. I was not about to disappoint Nikki, plus, her asking to be "used and abused" might have been the sexiest thing she had ever said to me. I wanted to make sure I did a sufficient job of using and abusing.

I grabbed her hips as she held onto the back of the chair with both hands. I slammed powerfully into her pussy from behind. She jumped a little but I wasted no time pulling out and inserting my meat into her gap again ferociously. I showed no mercy as I fucked Nikki's tight hole from behind. Time and again I pulled her to me as I furiously blasted her vagina with my stick. I grunted, growled and dug my fingernails into the flesh on her hips as I attacked her body.

"Cum for me," Nikki screamed as she peaked. "CUM ALL OVER ME BABY."

Nikki shivered and shuttered as I continued to plow her pussy with my cement shaft. She moaned and gasped as I fucked her brutally. Finally I pulled my cock out of her slot and dumped an enormous second load all over her back. I launched stream after stream onto her skin as she breathed heavily.

I stumbled to the bed and took a seat when I was done. Nikki didn't move for a moment. She stood slowly from the chair and stepped over to where I was sitting. I could not tell what the look in her eyes was saying as she stood over me. I looked up at her with great curiosity.

"One more," she breathed heavily. "Give me one more, please."

Before I could respond Nikki grabbed my hands and pulled me up off of the bed. She led me to the chair and sat me down. She knelt between my legs and began to massage my cock with hands. I was still leaking cum from my second load and Nikki used it to lube up my stick. She pumped her hand up and down on my shaft until I began getting firm again.

Feeling the stiffness return to my member, Nikki stood up and threw one leg over me. She put her other leg over me as well and lowered herself onto my lap. She was facing me and she locked her legs around me, behind the chair. She positioned the head of my dick to her wanting, waiting hole. I slid inside of her once again and Nikki began to move herself up and down slowly on my tool.

I was enjoying her going slowly, up and down on my organ. I breathed easily as Nikki ground her pussy on my cock each time her midsection met mine. Nikki looked me in the eyes and suddenly stopped moving. She put her legs on the floor behind me and stood up, allowing my pole to fall out of her.

"That was nice," she said to me. "Too nice. I don't feel like enough of a slut. I need to feel like more of a slutty, dirty girl."

Nikki stepped back away from me and turned around. She backed up and laid her back upon my chest, pressing the sticky spot from my second load against my stomach. She draped her legs outside of my own and guided my throbbing member back into her box. I breathed heavily as she did so and then grunted again as she began to bounce herself up and down on my cock. She picked up her pace immediately, going as fast and as hard as she could.

Nikki grabbed my hands and placed them on her beautiful tits. I took the hint and groped her breast firmly as she continued to fuck my member intensely. She showed no mercy as she raised and lowered her sweet spot onto my pulsating rod again and again.

"I'm a good slut," she announced as she fucked me harder and faster. "I am such a good slut."

Her voice was a turn on and I was getting close to cumming again. I grunted loudly as she continued to ride me. Nikki sensed that I was close and stopped herself. She climbed off of me and knelt in front of me. She grabbed my dick with her hands and began to jerk it insistently. She pumped my package hard and fast until I discharged suddenly. Nikki moved her head very close to the tip of my cock and took my entire load on her face. My cum spewed all over her cheeks, nose, eyes and hair. It was a very big load for my third of the day. 

When I was milked dry, I sat back in the chair, well done. Nikki stayed on her knees in front of me for a moment and then stood up. She grabbed my hands and helped me to my feet. She collected my cloths and handed them to me. She smiled at me simply.

"I am going to take a shower," she informed me. "Get dressed and wait for me downstairs. We are going out in a little bit."

I heard her words and then turned to go. I thought about talking but this probably was not the right time. I left her room and she closed the door behind me. I cleaned myself up and put on clean cloths from my overnight bag. I had another cup of coffee and sat myself at the kitchen table as I waited for Nikki to return. I wondered where we could be going.

As I sat there, waiting, my mind wandered. How had this game gotten this far? It started so simply. I was having an affair with a woman named Emma. It was basic and sort of cliché. Now, it was complicated and heartfelt and very, very fragile. How did we get here? I had heard that question asked a thousand times in a thousand contexts. I had also heard it answered best in one of my favorite movies. I led you here sir, for I am Spartacus. The greatest question of all was who had led and who had followed?

As I continued to ponder these questions aimlessly, Nikki came down the stairs and sat across from me at the kitchen table. She smiled but did not speak right away. I looked at her and she seemed, for lack of a more descriptive word, happy. There was a glow to her face and life in her eyes. She was dressed very casually but that could not disguise her elegance.

"Are you ready to go," she asked me cheerfully.

"Go where," I fired back playfully.

"Now, you know that I can't tell you that," she postured.

"I guess not," I accepted.

We both rose from the table and I followed her out the front door. We climbed into her car and Nikki drove this time. The streets were all very familiar and as we pulled into the parking lot of our office, I was somewhat depressed. I did not want to think about work on a Saturday. To my surprise there were other cars already in the lot. I was unsure about where we were headed now.

Nikki parked and I followed her inside the office. She made no stops and we proceeded directly into the conference room. As I somewhat expected, everyone else was already seated at the table. Nikki took her seat as did I. I looked around at everyone and wondered what was about to unfold. No one's face gave anything away, so I sat there, again. Waiting. Again.

"This game is about balance," Leslie said, breaking the silence.

"It is also about being fair," Emma added.

"Fair both to all of us and to you," Brooke contributed softly.

"On behalf of all of us, we are glad you are home," Penny stated. "It hasn't been easy since you have been home and we have not made it any easier."

"We missed you," Mindy inserted. "And we didn't deal with that too well."

"You have brought balance back for all of us," Nikki said to me.

"And now we have figured out a way to give you balance in return," Emma announced.

"Go back to Nikki's, get your stuff and go home," Leslie instructed me.

"Take my car," Penny said as she slid her keys across the table to me.

"The mandatory weekends away from home are over," Brooke disclosed.

I sat there. I looked at all of them, trying to figure out what they were not saying. This was possibly the most confused I had ever been in my life. I moved my chair back away from the conference table and stood. I put my hands on the table and leaned in towards the center.

"What's the solution," I asked humbly.

Emma began giggling where she sat. Leslie simply smiled at me.

"I will tell you at home, later," Penny answered.

I took that to mean that it was time for me to go. As I walked out of the conference room and across the office, I figured that I was not intended to know the answer just yet. If I was intended to know and could not figure it out, then I simply felt foolish. Either way, I did not know what the answer was, though there was a great part of me that could not wait to find out.

That feeling of impatience did not overtake me. I was able to drive quite normally to Nikki's and collect my overnight bag. As I was leaving, I took notice again of the very homey feelings I was getting being there. I locked the door behind me and then pointed Penny's car towards home, wondering what could possibly be awaiting me.

I continued to drive safely, not speeding or being reckless at all. I knew that whatever was waiting for me at home would most certainly be there when I got there and an odd sense of calm filled me. As I pulled into the driveway, only my car was there. Some of the lights in the house were on, so I assumed that Penny had gotten a ride home from the office. I put the car in park and killed the engine.

As I made my way through the front door, I did not notice anything out of the ordinary despite inspecting everything I saw for some sort of clue. I climbed the first set of stairs and made my way into the dining room. The light was on but there was no one there. I heard footsteps on the floor above me, which told me that someone was indeed at home. They shifted to the stairs and then descended towards me. I smiled when I saw Penny turn the corner and come into view.

My breath was taken away as she was certainly dressed to get my attention. She had on a pink lace bra and a pink garter belt which was attached to sheer white, thigh-high stockings. She was not wearing panties and her bare mound was in full view. I was instantly aroused at the site of her. Penny quickly held her index finger up to her lips, indicating that I should remain silent. I nodded in acknowledgement. She took several soft steps across the living and stood in front of me.

I smiled at her as she reached out and grabbed my right hand with her left. She turned and began to move back across the room, dragging me willingly behind her. I followed up the stairs where she led me into my room. She stopped when we reached the center of my room and turned to face me.

"Close your eyes and don't peak," she whispered.

I did as I was told and shut my eyes. I kept them closed and did not attempt to see anything that was going on. I felt Penny's hands on my belt, undoing it. When she had it free, she unbuttoned my pants and began to remove them while a second set of hands removed my shirt. I breathed deeply and slowly, trying not to reveal my surprise at the second person who was touching me.

When I was completely naked, I felt a set of hands on my left arm and another set of hands on my right arm. Both guided me to my bed and sat me down. I was still not even attempting to peak, knowing that when I was meant to know who the other person was, it would be presented to me.

As I sat there on my bed, my raging hard-on pulsating in my lap, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders begin to give me a massage. Shortly after that, another pair of hands took hold of my firm shaft and began rubbing and stroking my dick gently. I sighed and tried to relax under the soft hands that were touching me. I felt the hands on my shoulders stop massaging me and then hot breath warmed my left ear.

"You have followed directions exceptionally well," Penny said tenderly. "You know I am in love with you. So was Vivian."

Just hearing her name sent a shock through my body. I breathed harder for a moment until Penny's voice eased my tension.

"I know that you are in love with me," she announced in her gentle tone. "But you were not in love with Vivian."

I grunted and twitched slightly, causing the hands on my swollen member to release me. I wondered if I had made a mistake showing this emotion.

"We had balance here," Penny continued. "But it wasn't perfect balance. Vivian was jealous of how you felt for me and you were always cautious not to show me too much in front of her. That was complicated."

I let out a big sigh. That entire statement was true.

"But, now, we have a perfect cure for all that," Penny declared in a tranquil pitch. "No more complications. No more reason not to express how you feel. No jealousies. Everyone is on equal ground. Perfect balance."

I had relaxed completely now, listening to my Penny tell me how everything was now going to be how we wanted it. I wondered how this was going to be possible and still be alright within the game. That thought overwhelmed me, causing me to break my silence.

"How is all that going to be possible," I blurted out.

I heard Penny giggling behind me in her angelic tone.

"Well, open your eyes and meet our new roommate," she laughed in my ear.

I opened my eyes slowly and beheld a sight I never could have expected. Standing before me, wearing a sexy black satin corset attached to black fishnet stockings was my angel, Brooke. I closed my eyes and opened them again to make sure she was really there. In that moment I was overcome with questions and thoughts, but mostly with lust for Brooke's magnificent body.

"What's more balanced than living with the two women that you are in love with," Brooke chuckled.

I shook my head and laughed slightly. I still could not believe that my angel was there, standing in front of me, looking as hot as could be.

"I was hoping to get a proper welcome to the house," Brooke teased.

I could not help but laugh at that remark as my still rock hard dick twitched in my lap.

"How could I ever say no to you," I teased back.

Brooke walked over to me and crawled past me onto the bed. She moved behind me and began kissing Penny sloppily. I turned to watch with great delight as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. I was very turned on watching them kiss and touch each other lightly.

After several short moments, they shifted their attention to me. Brooke moved towards me on her knees, leaned in and began kissing me passionately. Penny reached over and began stroking my cock firmly. I was enjoying all the attention I was currently receiving.

I lay back on the bed as Brooke continued to maul me with her mouth. Penny wasted no time lowering her head to my groin and taking my member into her mouth. I made out with Brooke feverishly while Penny ran her lips and tongue up and down on my shaft.  

Brooke pulled away from our liplock and positioned her legs on either side of my head as she moved onto her knees, leaving her snatch only inches from my face. Penny continued to suck my pulsating organ at a rapid pace as I inserted my tongue eagerly into Brooke very wet pussy. I licked her lips and bit her clit playfully while Penny worked my tool into and out of her mouth again. I groaned as I ate Brooke pussy hungrily.

Penny stopped sucking on me and climbed up on top of me quickly. I buried my face in Brooke's sweet spot as I licked and teased it with my tongue. I felt Penny's hand on my shaft and then she guided it inside her box. My eyes rolled back in my head as a massive wave of ecstasy encased me. I composed myself and returned to eating Brooke's bald, soaking wet snatch.

Penny quickly found a fast rhythm in fucking me. Penny was bouncing up and down on my swollen member rapidly as Brooke began to spasm and shake above my face. Brooke's pussy began to spew juices all over my waiting face as I licked and sucked her box intensely. I was so worked up as Brooke came and Penny continued to ride me wildly that I erupted explosively inside Penny's moist cunt. I sprayed jet after jet of jism into her cavity until I was completely spent.

I laid there, exhausted and breathing heavily when I felt Penny move off of me.

"Switch with me," she said to Brooke.

"With pleasure," Brooke replied immediately.

Brooke quickly moved from above my face and I felt the bed rock as the ladies trade positions. Penny's sheer, white thigh-highs came into view as she placed her knees just under my shoulders. I felt Brooke climb on top of me and insert my cock inside of her urgently. Brooke leaned forward and kissed Penny full on the mouth above me as I watch from between Penny's legs.

Brooke went to work, moving up and down on my firm rod while I stuck my tongue into Penny's sticky, used pussy. Penny seemed to be getting off watching Brooke ride me.

"That's it, fuck him," she encouraged Brooke while I licked her juice filled slot. "Fuck him hard. Fuck him good."

Brooke moaned loudly as she increased her pace. I sighed as I heard Brooke moan.

"Be a good boy and clean out my pussy," Penny instructed me. "Get all your batter from inside me. I want you to share it with our new roommate."

Penny's words brought me newfound enthusiasm as I attacked her twat with my mouth. I parted her lips with my tongue and let my spunk fall out of her gash and into my mouth. Brooke moaned and growled loudly as she rode my ferociously. She impaled herself on my cock repeatedly until I popped inside of her as well. I spewed several more rockets of cum into her welcoming slot.

I finished cleaning out Penny's box, filling my mouth with a mix of her juices and my own. Both Brooke and Penny climbed off of me and I climbed up onto my knees. I made my way towards Brooke and positioned my face directly above hers. I opened my mouth and allowed all the liquid inside to fall freely into her open mouth. It was a sexy sight to see her receive that mixed load.

I moved over on my bed as Brooke swished the fluids around in her mouth. She sat up and moved herself above Penny who was lying next to her. Brooke opened her mouth and allowed the liquid to fall out of her mouth and into Penny's willing orifice. Penny received all the fluid and immediately swallowed it all. I laid back in complete satisfaction.

After a few moments Penny crawled off the bed and moved to the door of my room. She turned and looked at both Brooke and I with a very large smile.

"Goodnight, you two," she said playfully. "See you in the morning."

As Penny closed the door behind her, Brooke crawled across the bed and curled up next to me with her head on my chest. We laid there in the silence. In the back of my mind I had a sneaky suspicion that the buzz was back in our house.



The New Game Ch. 08



 Chapter 08 – Revenge

When I woke on Sunday morning my angel was still curled up next to me and everything felt right. As the sun peaked through the blinds, I could not help but think of how perfect a moment this was. I did not want to move but gladly shifted over slightly when Penny crawled into bed with Brooke and me. The three of us laid there for what felt like an eternity. I enjoyed every moment of it.

Our Sunday was lazy and comfortable around the house and I definitely felt the balance and buzz return. I was crazy about both of these women and didn't have to hide it from either of them. I felt on top of the world.

The work week saw me hitting the office with renewed life and all the women noticed. Leslie could not help but giggle every time she saw me. It was as if they were all in on a joke and I was the punchline, only I was laughing with them. Finally things felt like they were back to normal. I feared that only meant that something else was coming.

Something did come.

Late Tuesday, after most of the women had gone home for the day and only Leslie and I remained in the office, the front door opened. I looked through the glass window in my office to see Mindy come into the suite. She was crying and she rushed immediately into Leslie's office. I sat, fighting the urge to bolt from my chair, waiting; wondering what had her so upset. I decided that it was better to let her talk to Leslie first, before I went barreling into Leslie's office, trying to be a hero. Several minutes later I got an indication that something was very wrong.

"SON OF A BITCH," I heard Leslie holler.

I sprang from my chair and walked swiftly to her office. Mindy was seated in one of the chairs in front of Leslie's desk and Leslie was behind her desk staring at her computer screen.

"What is going on," I asked hurriedly.

I noticed that Mindy was still crying as she stood up and ran to me. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I held her and looked towards Leslie, who had anger in her eyes.

"It seems we have a situation to deal with," Leslie said to me, as all of the sudden she became very calm. "It seems that the video you made of Melinda was not her first leading role on film. Apparently young Bradley is in possession of a video of the two them and has decided to share it with the world."

Leslie turned her computer screen towards me and on it was the video of Brad and Mindy having sex. In that moment it all made sense. Mindy was shaking in my arms. Leslie had frustration on her face. My mind was racing at a mile a minute.

"Can't we get an injunction to have the website shutdown," I asked Leslie in my best wannabe lawyer voice.

"He is a participant in the video which makes him the legal owner of the film," Leslie informed me. "And since he isn't selling it for profit and Mindy had knowledge that she was being recorded, we would have a very uphill battle."

Mindy pulled away from me and walked over to Leslie. She hugged her aunt and tried to control her tears. As I watched this, it occurred to me that Mindy brought her problem to the woman she trusted most in the world and not to her own mother. That was a sad statement. Leslie tried to calm her niece, but it was not working.

"I'm so sorry," Mindy said through her tears.

"Don't be," I encouraged her. "He's a scumbag and I am sure this was not entirely his idea."

"I had that same thought," Leslie growled. "Those bitches!"

"Mindy, hold your head high and don't give him the satisfaction of getting to you," I suggested. "I know it is tough to do, but you are a tough lady. Fuck him. He only showed it because he doesn't have you anymore. Don't let him know you are upset."

"Yeah, that sounds good, but he emailed the link to the entire school directory," she revealed. "Professor's included."

"WOW," I exclaimed. "That was a very stiff statement." 

"You should have seen the looks I was getting," Mindy snapped.

"Ok, we need a new strategy," I conceded.

I looked at the video on the screen and then back to the face of the beautiful woman Mindy had become. This was a shame. She was going through a brutal public branding and it was not her fault. She was just being an experimental young woman who trusted the wrong guy.

I looked back to the screen again.

"I am going to call Bill," Leslie announced.

I looked back to Mindy.

Leslie picked up the phone.

I looked back to the screen.

"NO," I yelled. "Wait."

I looked back at Mindy. As I stared at her, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"How old were you when you made this video," I asked her.

"I was 16," she admitted softly.

I looked at Leslie and she immediately knew where I was going with this.

"How do we play this," Leslie asked me.

"You're the lawyer, what are our options," I inquired.

"If we call the cops then the kid is going to jail for a while," she explained. "Or we could consider calling them and coming to an agreement."

"Tough choice since we don't exactly trust them," I exhaled.

"JAIL," Mindy exclaimed. "For what?"

"Mindy, you were not of legal age in that video," Leslie reminder her. "So, technically, he is broadcasting child pornography. It's a federal offense."

"Oh my god," Mindy gasped. "Are we really going to send him to jail?"

"That's up to you," Leslie deferred to her niece. "If you want to I will call the cops right now. Or, we could do our homework and see if we can really leverage this. I don't think he acted alone here. I don't believe it for one second."

"I don't know," Mindy whimpered. "I don't want him to go to jail, especially if those bitches put him up to this."

"Ok," Leslie accepted. "What do you want?"

Mindy looked at me and then back at her aunt. She thought hard for a long moment.

"Well, I want the site taken down," Mindy began. "I would like an apology. And I want him to be punished."

"I thought you said you didn't want him to go to jail," I recapped.

"I don't," Mindy confirmed. "I want a different kind of punishment."

"What did you have in mind," Leslie asked.

"I want him out of their game," Mindy explained. "And he should have to pay for me to transfer to a different school. I think that is fair."

"That's a lot to ask for," I summed up. "What are the chances we will get all that if we ask for it?"

"That depends on one thing," Leslie explained. "Who owns that website? If Brad owns it, then you can guarantee that they will hang him out to dry. But, if they were stupid enough to buy it, either personally or through their business, then they are right in the middle of this thing and we have them by the balls."

"How do find that out," Mindy questioned.

"Bill," I declared.

"Bill," Leslie repeated.

I walked over to where she was standing and took Mindy by the hand. I led her out of the office and shut the door behind us. I guided her to Nikki's desk and she sat in Nikki's chair. She looked up at me with very watery eyes.

"I am so embarrassed," she wept.

"Stop it," I chastised her. "You are a strong, confident woman. Now is the perfect time to prove that. Don't give in and don't apologize. There was nothing wrong with that tape except the guy on it didn't deserve to be with a woman like you. Prove me right."

The water in her eyes disappeared. She stared at me intently. I was somewhat surprised at myself for having said those things but I believed what I had said. Mindy's expression changed and she smiled at me, then her smile turned crooked. She stood up and walked to me. Before she could say or do anything else Leslie's office door opened and Leslie emerged.

"What did Bill say," I asked quickly.

"He is going to get us all the details," she informed us. "He should get back to me in an hour or so."

"Ok, should we order dinner and have it delivered," I suggested.

"No, I would prefer if you took Mindy home and waited for me there," Leslie requested.

"I can do that," I agreed.

Mindy was nodding her head in agreement as well.

I returned to my office and grabbed my briefcase. I returned to find Leslie hugging her niece gently. When she let go, Mindy grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the door. We climbed into separate vehicles and I followed her home. When we arrived, she parked in the driveway and I put my car in its familiar spot in front of the house. Before I could even open my car door, Mindy was waiting.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the front door. She opened the door and pulled me inside. As I closed the door behind me, Mindy pressed me up against it and kissed me firmly. She let her hands run all over my body as she molested me with her mouth. I kissed her back aggressively and pulled her into me. This was passionate and powerful.

We kissed and stumbled into the living room as Mindy ripped off my shirt. I tore off her tiny tan tank top and tossed it aside while she unbuttoned her jeans. I slammed my tongue into her mouth as she undid my belt. I tossed her white bra aside, setting her lovely breasts free. Mindy pulled away from me and knelt in front of me, pulling my pants and boxers to the floor.

As I stood naked in front of her, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the floor. She kissed me again as she shoved me to the carpet. She tore off her jeans and panties in one fluent motion before laying her body on top of mine. She kissed me firmly as her breasts pushed into my chest and my rock hard cock was pressed between us.

She pulled away and sat up slightly. She looked down at me with the same crooked smile I had seen at the office.

"I am a strong woman," she declared. "I am confident. And right now, I have to have you."

She quickly squatted over my swollen member and guided it to her soaked box. As I entered her sweet spot I groaned loudly. Mindy wasted no time moving herself up and down on my cock. She was insistent and forceful as she fucked me. I swelled inside of her as she impaled herself repeatedly on my prick.

She fucked me fast and hard with no regard for sentiment or feelings. I loved it each time she crashed down on my pole and then released it again. She squealed loudly as her climax built. She continued to ride me relentlessly as she spasmed and twitched through her waves of pleasure. 

Her peak arrived and she crashed down on my midsection. She worked her pussy muscles and hips on my cock until I erupted inside of her. I rocketed jism into her hole with heavy, thick powerful streams. It was very intense. Mindy did not move for a moment as she stared down at me. She had a very sensual look in her eye.

"Now, show me how strong and confident you are," she encouraged me. "I fucking dare you."

The look on her face when she said that was unmistakable. I grabbed her by the hips and guided her up and off of my dick. I stood and led her to the couch. As she went to sit down, I moved her around the side and bent her over the arm of the couch. I stepped behind her and jammed my still firm rod into her flooded opening. 

I rocked back and forth, driving my shaft in and out of her cunt. I vigorously crashed into her again and again. I grabbed her hips and pulled myself in with even more force as I attacked her flesh from behind. I loved fucking her. I loved fucking her this hard and I was being as sadistic as ever as I continually injected my cock inside of her. 

Mindy began to scream, getting louder with each vicious thrust. I erupted suddenly inside of her again, spewing whatever goo I had left in me. I pulled out and crashed onto the couch. Mindy did not move for several minutes. When she did, she headed upstairs without a word.

I dressed and waited for her return. Mindy returned after a few minutes. She was wearing a t-shirt and short and she appeared to have showered. She sat next to me on the couch and laid her head on my shoulder. A short while later, the front door opened and Leslie appeared before us.

"We are all set," she announced.

"How so," I asked.

"Bill found out that the site is owned by Samson Holdings, LCC," Leslie informed us. "That's Kylie's former husbands company, which she now owns."

"Well, that certainly makes things interesting," I admitted.

"We have a meeting with Sienna, Kylie and Brad tomorrow morning at 10am," Leslie continued.

"Define 'we,'" I requested.

"The three of us," she clarified. "Their only request is that they come to our office."

I looked at her, very perplexed by that request. Mindy stood up, walked to her aunt and kissed her on the cheek. She then moved past her and went back up the stairs. I stood as well.

"I guess I will see you in the morning," I surmised.

"You will," Leslie confirmed.

I moved past her and out the front door. When I got home the events of the late day weighed on me. I didn't say much to either Penny or Brooke; though I got the impression they knew what was going on. I spent most of the night in my room, alone.

The next morning, when I arrived at the office, there was a buzz. Everyone now knew who was coming today and why. I waited in my office for the clock to strike 10, getting nothing accomplished. When the front door of the suite opened, I tried not to look directly at the three people walking in.

I watched through my peripheral vision as Nikki led them to the conference room. The door to Leslie's office opened and both Leslie and Mindy appeared, dressed in terrific looking suits. I rose from my chair and joined them on the march to the conference room. When we entered, our three counterparts were all standing. It was awkward to say the least.

"Please have a seat," Leslie offered to them.

Everyone sat down, the three of us on one side of the table, the three of them on the other.

"Let's get right to it," Kylie opened. "You said you wanted to reach an agreement that was fair."

"That's correct," Leslie agreed. "Fair to us."

"Then get an injunction," Kylie snapped.

"We both know how hard that would be," Leslie conceded. "But we also know some other things."

"Like what," Kylie snapped.

"Like who owns that website," Leslie divulged. "And how old my niece was when that video was made."

"What are you getting at," Sienna asked, seemingly surprised at where this had gone.

"Unless Bradley and the Senior Officers of Samson Holdings, LLC, all want to go to jail for broadcasting child pornography, then I would say that we have the leverage," Leslie explained.

Both Kylie and Sienna turned and looked at Brad. His head was down and he would not make eye contact with either of them or any of us. We sat quietly waiting as they took in everything Leslie had just laid on them.

"It would seem that you do have all the leverage," Kylie admitted. "What, exactly, will it take to settle this privately?"

"We have some terms you will need to meet," Leslie pressed.

"Name them," Sienna demanded, very protectively.

"First, obviously, the website will need to be shut down," Leslie stated. "The ownership of the domain will be turned over to us."

"Obviously," Kylie repeated.

"We also want full payment for Mindy's transfer to San Diego State," Leslie continued.

"That's acceptable," Sienna approved. "What else?"

"I want him out of your game, as well," Mindy chimed in.

Brad finally picked his head up and he looked directly at Mindy. There was a look of shock on his face, which was mirrored by Sienna. Kylie, however, had a very sick smile on her lips.

"That's a very bold play, little girl," Kylie countered. "What if we refuse that point?"

"I will call the district attorney myself," I interrupted.

"Alright, tough guy," Kylie mocked me. "Go ahead and call them."

I stared right into her eyes and grabbed the speaker phone in the center of the table. I buzzed out to Nikki.

"Ms. Barnes, would you please get the District Attorney's office on the phone and patch them into the conference room, immediately," I requested.

Kylie looked at me with a glare that could have killed.

"Alright, then he is out of our game," Sienna interjected.

Kylie looked at her in what could only be described as disgust. I pushed the button on the speaker phone once again.

"Ms. Barnes, we no longer need the DA's office, thank you," I announced.

"Is that all," Kylie asked very sharply.

Tears were now streaming down Brad's face. I knew now, that for the most part, this was not his idea. He was caught in the middle of a bad dream. He was in hell and there were no angels in sight, only the two devils that owned his soul, sitting to his right.

"There is one more thing," I added.

Both Mindy and Leslie turned to look at me. They both seemed unsure of what I was about to request.

"You have us over a barrel and I am beginning to feel taken advantage of," Kylie growled at me.

"This will cost you nothing but pride," I advised her. "Mr. Page must send a sincere letter of apology to Ms. Adams via email and copy the entire school directory, to which he also linked the website. If the letter is not to my expectations or in any way derogatory, then we have no deal."

"You are getting awfully pushy," Kylie barked.

"I'll do it," Brad exhaled, though it was barely audible.

"So we are agreed on all points," Leslie offered.

"We are," Sienna confirmed while Brad sat with his head in his hands.

"It's been a pleasure seeing you ladies," Leslie said as she stood from the table. "Please see yourself out."

I followed Mindy and Leslie out of the conference room. As I went back to my office, I couldn't help but smile.

As I sat at my desk I noticed Sienna and Brad exiting through the front door. I turned my focus back to my pc, but there was an immediate tap on my door. I looked up and was shocked to see Kylie standing in the doorway.

"Can I help you," I asked peacefully.

"I wanted to tell you something," she declared.

"By all means, go ahead," I urged.

"I wouldn't mind being over a barrel if you were behind me," she remarked with a twisted grin. "That offer is still good anytime."

As she turned and walked away, I couldn't help but think of our trip to Vegas. She was one confident woman, even in this, the most hostile of places. I knew it was not the last time I would see Ms. Samson. 



The New Game Ch. 09



Chapter 09 -- Home Cookin'

The office buzzed for the remainder of the week in the wake of our visit from the Deville sisters and there now former boytoy. The thought of that made me smile. I felt we had played it perfectly and the only thing lost was a small piece of Mindy's pride, which repaired easily on a woman her age.

The mood was light and there was comfort in the air. As the week ended, I was excited to be going home and not having to go to someone else's house. I cared for these women, but I liked our home. I could not wait to go home as Friday's workday came to a close.

I stayed at the office a little late on Friday but finally shut my pc off and headed for the door. As I drove home I thought of how things had gone this week and how I had played my role. I tried to stay out the way of all of the ladies after the meeting, knowing each of them was probably involved in someway or another in the aftermath.

As I pulled into the driveway, I was content and happy. I stepped out of the car and into the house with expectations of seeing my two loves. This was a thought that had more appeal to me that I can possibly describe. I shut the door behind me and made my way up the stairs. As I entered the dining room, only one of them was waiting for me.

The sunset going on outside made the natural light in the house limited and it did not appear that any lights were on when I reached the top of the stairs. I was very surprised when I saw that the table was set with two place settings and a single lit candle was between them. I was even more surprised when Penny appeared from the kitchen with two plates, one each hand. She laid them on the table at the two settings and then looked at me with a smile.

"I made you dinner," she informed me.

I took in the sight of her beauty as she was wearing only a loose fitting, thin strapped black summer dress. Her feet were bare and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was simple and understated, yet somehow breathtaking.

"Thank you," I responded politely.

As I looked down at the plates on the table, I noticed steak and potatoes filled them. It was interesting to say the least that she had surprised me like this. I smiled at her and put my briefcase down before moving behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and softly kissed her cheek before I pulled out her chair for her and gestured for her to sit.

"To what do I owe this lovely surprise," I asked as I moved back around the table to take my seat across from her.

"You owe it to a lot of things," she remarked. "I have a lot of things I want to say to you."

"Oh, are they good things," I asked curiously.

"Some of them are," she admitted. "Some you might not like and some you will have to digest."

I looked at the solemn honesty on her face and wondered where she was going with this conversation. I was not uneasy or nervous but I was very interested in every word that she had to say. I loved this woman, that much was inescapable at this moment.

"Alright, please tell me what's on your mind," I urged.

I cut a small piece of steak and put it in my mouth as I looked through the shimmering light of the single candle onto the face of a woman with remarkable beauty. I was often surprised at how she continually took my breath away.

"Well, let me start by saying I love you," Penny began. "I do. It's become a part of who I am and all that I do. I am not saying it for any other reason than to let you know how you impact my world with every breath you take."

I took in her words and watched her sip her wine. At first I thought she looked nervous, and then I looked at her again. As she set her glass back down on the table, I reevaluated my position. She was not nervous; the confident look on her face squashed that theory. I decided that it could only be that she was so overcome with emotion about the things she was going to say that it made her tremble.

"I am thankful every moment of everyday for that being the case," I acknowledged. "I have given and will continue to give my best effort to take great care of the gift of your heart."

"I know," she confirmed softly. "That's why we are here. I missed you while you were gone. I have thought long and hard about the time you were gone and what exactly went on here. Some things have become clear to me."

I was very anxious to hear exactly what she was talking about.

"Please, enlighten me," I implored.

"First, we all missed you, GREATLY," she outlined. "None of us really knew how to deal with it. After a short while, we all tried to find distractions to keep from missing you so much."

"I'm sorry," I interrupted her. "I really can't tell-"

"Just let me finished," she said as she held her hand up to stop me.

I looked at her through the small flame of the candle yet again. I nodded slowly.

"I am not trying to make you feel bad or rehash things we have already gone through," she indicated. "Just hear me out."

I nodded again as she sipped her wine once more.

"We started to spend less time with each other because each of us reminded the rest of us of you," she revealed. "It was hard losing you and harder losing each other. It almost tore us apart."

I couldn't help but hang my head as she spoke. When I looked up at her again she was smiling. I loved her smile.

"While you were gone, I took some time away," Penny informed me. "I went home for about three weeks. My dad got into some financial troubles by mismanaging his money and not understanding how to deal with his insurance company related to his illness."

I looked at her intently. I did not know that she went home and I wondered why she waited until now to tell me. This was uncharted territory.

"I helped my parents regroup and recover," she explained. "Then I came back. Things were a mess here. There was tension and anger at the office. There was confusion and hurt that no one was dealing with. I felt scared and lost inside for the first time since Emma started helping me learn how to grow up."

As I watched her speak, a small trace of the fear she spoke about was evident on her face.

"It was about this point when Brooke and I started to get close," she continued. "I was sitting alone in my office on a rainy afternoon. We were the only two left in the building and she just walked in, without knocking and took a seat. She looked at me and I remember not saying a word. Then, she just started talking. She started by telling me that she missed you and she was tired of not saying it out loud. She did all the talking, going on and on about you, the office, her sister and a host of other topics. I just sat there calmly and listened. When she got up to leave, she looked back at me when she got to the doorway of my office. All I could say to her was 'Thank You.'"

I listened to the recount much of the same way as Penny described how she listened to Brooke that night. I was mesmerized by this story and I wondered where it was going.

"So, I came home that night and cried myself to sleep," Penny furthered. "I went to work the next day and Brooke took me to lunch. We just started spending a lot of time together. We went to ballgames, where we thought of you. We went out clubbing, which reminded us of you. We did so much together and I loved hearing her talk. She had so much life, so much energy and so much passion. She became my rock, the one thing that would get me through the ache I was feeling."

I finished the food on my plate and wiped my mouth. I dropped my napkin on top of the plate and waited for Penny to go on.

"I was in a lot of pain and Brooke was making it easier to deal with," she explained. "I had not opened up to her, though. Until one night, we were at her place. We were watching a movie and I started to cry. I cried uncontrollably and I laid my head in her lap. She brushed my hair back and wiped my tears until I was all cried out. Then she asked me how I felt. The only answer I gave her was, 'I'm tired of not being his sunshine anymore.' Then I went on and on about my love for you. I told her how empty I felt without and how much I wanted you to come back to us all, but mostly to me."

I felt a lump form in my throat as she recounted this portion of her story. I could not believe how hard she had taken my being gone. I was truly undeserving of this type of affection. The softness behind her eyes told me everything I needed to know about my Penny.

"The next day Brooke left town," Penny picked up after another sip of wine. "I assume that is when she went to get you. She did it for me. No one else would have done it and she would not have done it for anyone else. She did it for me. That's why she's here. If I am not here with you, then she is the only other person I want you to be with in this house. Forget the game for a second. No one else loves you like I do, that I know. I also know that no one understands you for who you are better than Brooke. I love that you can be yourself 100% of the time around both of us now. This is the first time in my life I have felt happy and complete at home and it's because of both of you. This household is special for three reasons. I expect to find it the same way when I get back."

Her last statement caught me by great surprise. I replayed in my mind several times before reacting.

"Get back," I repeated. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go home again," Penny revealed. "My dad needs me to help sort some things out again and I want to be there for him. I am going to be gone for a couple of weeks, but I am absolutely coming home to you."

The look on her face when she said that was possibly the most determined look I had ever seen on the face of any woman. It was as if it were not just a conversation between us, but her declaration to the world that this was her home and this is where she belonged. I was equally moved by her look and her words.

"When are you leaving," I asked softly.

"Tomorrow morning," she disclosed.

"I'll miss you every moment that you are gone," I told her.

"Then I will come home as soon as humanly possible," she responded.

I stood from my chair and walked around the table. I leaned down and placed my hand on her cheek and lightly brushed her bangs behind her ear. I kissed her softly on the lips and felt her melt beneath me like a wilting flower. Penny reached up and locked her arms behind my neck as she continued kissing me sweetly. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her as we kissed.

I made it up the stairs, never taking my lips off of hers. I entered Penny's room and laid her on her bed. I crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, staring into her eyes. Tonight was not about the game or anything else except my sunshine. I kissed her on the neck and ran my hands along her hips as I kissed between her gorgeous breasts. Penny pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

I ran my hands along her along her thighs and under her dress before lifting it over her head and throwing it to the floor. Penny was not wearing a bra and her lovely boobs were bare before me. Her black lace panties teased me as I stared at them and then back into her eyes. I lingered above her as she undid my belt and the button on my pants. 

Penny helped me wriggle out of my pants and boxers as we kissed again. She had me worked up beyond words and my cement cock sprang free when she lowered my boxers past my knees. I kicked them off and to the floor along with my pants. My dick throbbed as Penny slipped her index fingers inside the waistband of her panties and moved them slowly down her legs.

Penny grabbed my firm shaft and guided it to her very moist opening quickly. I pushed inside of her and entered her easily. My rod pulsated inside her box as I forced my full length into her. I groaned as I kissed her neck again. Penny scratched my back with her perfectly manicured nails as I penetrated her again. I buried my entire tool within her hole as she gasped with delight.

I pressed into her again and again, firmly and deliberately. Penny moved her body in rhythm with mine to receive the maximum pressure from my prick. She felt amazing and I was in heaven. Again I injected my cock into her wanting gash as my batch built quickly. I withdrew and pressed into her once more, forcing Penny to groan. I pulled back and pushed inside of her harder as she wrapped her legs around my midsection.

As I pulled out Penny used her legs to draw me back in causing our flesh to crash together. I arched my back and attempted to remove my dick from her soaking wet pussy but Penny refused to allow me to exit her hole. I used all my leg muscles to pull out again but Penny dug the heels of her feet into the small of my back and I crashed into her opening again. 

I came suddenly, flooding her insides with my batter. Penny shuttered and twitched lightly underneath me, biting her lip to silence her pleasure as I dumped my spunk into her box. I launched man milk into her vagina until I was completely spent. I crashed to the bed next to her and pulled her to me. We laid there in the silence and darkness, both breathing heavily in rhythm.

I couldn't remember a more perfect moment in all my life.



The New Game Ch. 10



 Chapter 10 -- Temporary Change

As the sun spilled through the blinds, I realized that I was still in Penny's bed. I reached for her, finding nothing but empty mattress next to me. I opened my eyes and saw that she had gone. There was a note on the pillow next to me. I grabbed it and sat up to read.

Don't miss me. I will be back before you know it. Until then, Brooke will take care of you.All my love, Penelope

As perfect a moment as I had felt the night before was as much as this moment sucked. I found within this game that feelings, even my own, often changed very quickly. Before I even had time to wallow, the bedroom door flew open and Brooke barreled into the room. She pulled me out of bed, led me to the bathroom and handed me a towel.

"Take a shower and don't waste the day," she instructed me with a brilliant smile.

I did as I was told and it was the perfect kick-start to a peaceful, relaxing weekend. Brooke and I did some work around the house, getting some things in order and making some small changes. Her taste was simple and light, it was comfortable and easy to like. We spent both nights sleeping together without making love. That was also very comfortable and easy. Neither of us said so, but it felt like a very respectful way to share how much we missed Penny.

As Monday morning arrived, I began missing Penny more. I hit the office and enjoyed the distraction it provided. As Monday came to a close, I decided to work late. I feared that going home would mean thinking of Penny and that thought frightened me more than somewhat. It was after 7pm when there was a light tapping on my office door. I was slightly startled, thinking I was the only one left in the office. I looked up and saw a stunning frame in my doorway.

"Why are you here so late," Emma asked me.

"I am a little nervous about going home tonight," I admitted openly.

"Now you understand how a lot of these women felt when you left," she pointed out. "We should have leaned on each other and we didn't, which only added to the ache. I don't think we are gonna let that happen again."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," I suggested. "I am not going anywhere."

"Well, stupid boy, we are not gonna let it happen to you either," she insisted.

"I will be alright," I postured.

"I know," she confirmed. "That's why I'm here. I am in charge while Penny is gone, so get your things and let's go get a drink."

I looked at her and could immediately tell that her terms were non-negotiable. I shut my computer down and grabbed my briefcase while Emma waited in my doorway. I followed her to the parking lot and then to the small local bar right down the street from our office, Millie's. We pulled into the lot and headed inside. It was a small place, that wasn't so much a hole in the wall but more of a local pit stop. The crowd was light on a Monday night, with several locals standing around the bar.

Our conversation was light as we sat on a pair of stools at the bar. Emma had a glass of wine while I ripped through a beer. I was not good company at the moment and I could tell that Emma sensed it as well. She smiled and then leaned forward on her stool.

"Remember the games we used to play in bars," Emma whispered in my ear.

I nodded. I certainly did remember the trouble this hot blonde lawyer could cause. We had several encounters that turned very interesting in this type of setting. I began to wonder what kind of trouble she wanted to cause tonight, though I wasn't in the mood to participate in any games.

Before she could speak again, I stood from where I was sitting at the bar and excused myself to the men's room. I took care of my business and splashed some water on my face at the sink, trying to refocus and get out of my haze of missing Penny. I returned to where Emma was still seated and found that whether I wanted to participate or not, Emma had begun her game for the evening.

Two men in collared golf shirts and khaki pants were now standing next to Emma, talking to her. They were laughing and in good spirits as I approached. The laughter stopped as I reached where they were at the bar. I nodded to both men and looked at Emma.

"I think I am going to head home," I said to Emma.

Her smile disappeared and she glared at me. I knew that I was not up for this, but the look on her face told me that Emma understood that as well. Then her smile returned, now much more devilish.

"If you leave now you will miss all the fun," she insisted.

"Oh, I don't think I am going to be much fun tonight," I acknowledged.

"If you leave now you will miss me winning 500 dollars cash," she informed me.

I looked at her curiously. What the hell had she done now? I knew it had something to do with these two guys and Emma thinking she could get over on them. I didn't doubt that she could, the variable was what role I was going to play in this little wager of hers.

"This is Ted and Brian," she said as she introduced me to the two gentlemen standing before her.

Ted was about 6 feet 3 inches tall with wavy jet black hair and a skinny build. Brian was shorter, probably 5 feet 9 inches or so with blonde hair that was cut short to the scalp. Both men were clean shaven and neither was older than 30. I wondered what they had gotten themselves into. I shook hands with both guys and waited for one of them to tell me what the hell was going on.

"Are you sure that you don't want to stick around and watch blondie here come up short on our bet," Brian baited me.

"What do you gentlemen do for a living," I asked them generically, changing the subject for a moment.

"We're software developers," Ted informed me.

That wasn't a surprise. They had that preppy, douchebag look.

"4 days a week," Brian laughed. "Every Monday we hit the linx."

"Sounds like a sweet deal," I admitted, still trying to feel these guys out. "How did you guys play today?"

"Well, Ted here shot an 85," Brian mocked him. "While I shot an 80."

"Wow, that's a great round," I conceded, never having shot under 100 myself in my limited time on a golf course.

"Great for Brian," Ted barked. "We play $100 per stroke, so he's up half a grand today."

It became evident by their words, attitude and body language that both of these men did very well for themselves professionally and did not have to worry about money.

"So you have bet your newly acquired 500 bucks against Emma here," I surmised.

"It seemed like a sucker bet," Brian divulged. "It's an easy way to double my money."

"So what's the bet," I finally inquired directly.

"They are," Emma stated, pointing past Brian to two lovely young women sitting at a table.

The young women were both blond and neither could have older than 22 or 23. Both were thin framed and skinny and both were very attractive. I smiled at the young lady on the left as she caught me glancing at them. She did not acknowledge me. I looked back to Brian and Ted.

"We tried to send them a drink and we were shot down horribly," Ted came clean.

"I felt bad watching these two get their egos crushed like that," Emma giggled. "So, I sent them a drink and told them to come over and talk to me."

"Then this gorgeous creature said that she was ten times the man that either of us is," Brian stated, his tone getting harder, almost resentful.

"I can't argue with that," I responded, looking at Emma.

"Well, let's see her prove it," Ted snapped. "She bet 500 bucks that she could go over there and come back with a pair of their panties."

It instantly became clear to me that these two guys were way out of there league. This was not only going to be easy for Emma, she was going to enjoy it and then, I was 100% certain, she was going to make these guys suffer in defeat. I shook my head to keep from busting out in laughter at these two clowns.

Without another word Emma rose from her chair began to walk away from the three of us at the bar. Her ass swayed from side to side as her heels snapped on the wood floor. One of the young women stood and started to walk towards the ladies room. Emma instantly redirected herself and followed the young blonde into the lavatory.

We watched them disappear through the door and then we waited. None of us could take our eyes off of that door. Time passed slowly as we waited for either or both of them to emerge. While we were waiting, an interesting turn of events took place. Another woman attempted to enter the ladies room, but found the door locked. I was rather intrigued by this as the woman waited and appeared quite put out.

Finally, after what seemed like much longer than it actually was, the door opened. The young woman came out first and made her way back to her table. She sat down next to her friend and then waved daintily at me. I gingerly waved back, not sure where this was headed. Emma then appeared and sauntered back over to where we were standing. She hoped back up on her stool and sipped her drink. 

"No luck," Brian laughed, half asking.

Emma smiled at both he and Ted, then she winked at me. She did not speak, though we were all waiting for something. I noticed someone coming towards us out of the corner of my eye and turned my focus to my right.

The two women, who had been seated at a table, were now only feet away from us and walking with a purpose. The taller of the two, whom Emma had followed to the ladies room, stopped just in front of me when she reached where we were standing. She reached out gently and grabbed my hand, using it to pull me closer to her. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and then bit my earlobe rather firmly. I felt her place something in the center of my hand and then close my fist around whatever it was.

"Your girlfriend is fucking hot," she whispered as she pulled away from me.

The young blonde then walked past me and directly out the front door of the bar. I was surprised, to say the least, unsure of what had just happened. Brian and Ted were staring at me, with looks of sheer disbelief. I lifted my hand and slowly opened it to reveal a pair of pink, lace thong panties. A feeling of laughter filled me, though I did my best to contain it. A smile lit up my face as the two men stared at my hand.

"How do we know those aren't yours," Ted asked. "You were in that bathroom a while, anything could have gone on."

I had never once considered that. It was not Emma's style. Her face turned and she now seemed annoyed, though she did not respond. She ran her hands under her skirt and up towards her waist. Emma then moved her bottom slightly on the stool she was seated on and slid her own panties down her legs. She maneuvered them over her shoes and deposited them into my hand, joining the pair that was already there.

Ted hung his head in shame, realizing now how ludicrous his suggestion actually was. Emma turned her head to the side and stared at both men, knowing that nothing else could derail her victory now. 

Emma raised her left hand and held it out, palm up. Brian reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. He opened it and placed five crisp, new 100 dollar bills into Emma's waiting hand. Emma hopped off her stool and grabbed the panties out of my hand. She tossed both pairs at Brian and then grabbed me by the arm.

"Keep those as a souvenir," she laughed at him as she pulled me towards the front door.

Emma dragged me through the front door and into the parking lot. She slammed me up against her car and slammed her mouth into my own. Her tongue darted between my lips and her hands scoured my frame frantically. I was immediately aroused as I pulled her to me and grabbed her ass firmly through her skirt.

She pushed me between her car and my own, which were parked side by side, kissing me sloppily the entire time. Emma reached down and undid my belt while we kissed. She dropped my pants and tore down my boxers between the cars as I groped her fantastic body.

"Be a good boy and give it to me," she purred as she rapidly stroked my firm shaft.

I needed no further invitation as I slid her skirt up around her hips and parted her legs. I leaned her against her car which allowed her to put her feet on my car behind me, giving me perfect access to her gash. I pressed my swollen member to her hole and jammed it into her. Emma sighed deeply as I forced my prick inside her.

I held her against her car and began rocking in and out of her box hurriedly. I fucked her hard and fast in the parking lot, giving her my best in a short amount of time. I rammed her continually as my orgasm built swiftly. I fucked her tight, little hole aggressively, causing my cock to swell as it penetrated her repeatedly.

Emma groaned and bucked through her climax as I continued to inject my rod into her wetness. She sensed my climax coming and made me stop. She lowered her feet off my car behind me and allowed my cock to slide out of her. She then opened her passenger door and sat on her passenger seat, taking my soaked cock into her mouth.

She sucked my dick like a vacuum, letting it run rapidly back and forth across her lips. She licked her juices off my rod as she swallowed my member again and again. I grabbed her blonde hair and held her head still as I exploded in her mouth. I dumped squirt after squirt of cream into her gullet until I was spent. I crashed back against my car door as my cock fell out of her mouth.

Emma looked up at me and smiled. She wiped a small drop of semen from her chin and then stood up. She pulled her skirt down and kissed me on the cheek.

"See you at the office tomorrow," she laughed as she made her way around to her driver's side door.

I buckled my pants back into place as she pulled away. I got in my car and as I pulled out of the lot, I noticed Ted and Brian standing in the parking lot near one of their cars. They were at a vantage point where they had to have seen everything that just occurred. Poor bastards.



The New Game Ch. 11



Chapter 11 -- Outside the Lines

After my escapade with Emma at the bar, the rest of the week was a blur. I spent most of it in my office reflecting. I thought about this game and these women, not with regret or disappointment but with much admiration and love. I tried to keep my emotions in check but I very much wanted to give each of them a very big hug. I wanted to avoid repeating the mistakes I felt I had made with Vivian. The upside was that I was no longer in pain missing Penny, though I thought of her often and looked forward to her return.

A great deal of time was also spent thinking about Emma. She had started this game but over time she had become just a fringe player. When we started, she seemed invincible, only to have that image destroyed by Sienna and then to bounce back with grace, class and dignity. We all knew that she cared for us and that she would do anything to protect us, but it seemed that she wanted more. While she would never ask for it, there was an unmistakable feeling lingering over us that Emma wanted her game back. She did not want to undermine Penny or slight anyone else, but there was a powerful feeling that Emma wanted to be in charge again. I knew that I was not the only one who thought this to be the case. It also occurred to me that like a great athlete late in their career, on any given night Emma could remind us all, and specifically me, that she still has the talent and will to run this game flawlessly.

Before I knew it, the week was over. I closed out the day Friday early, just not wanting to be in the office anymore. It was around 4pm when I shut down and headed for the door. On my way out of the office, I noticed Nikki was sitting at her desk with her hands in her hair. I stopped when I reached her and smiled at her.

"Rough week," I asked playfully.

"Ugh," she replied. "I can't wait for Penny to get back."

"I can't disagree with you, but I am surprised to hear you say that," I admitted.

"Emma runs a great office, but when she's running the game everything else takes a backseat," Nikki vented.

I was really blown away by this statement. Nikki had never been one to question who was in charge or complain about things. This was new and extremely interesting. I didn't think we should discuss it any further in the office.

"Would you like to go get a drink," I offered.

Nikki smiled, nodded and began shutting down her computer. She grabbed her pocketbook and I offered her my hand. She accepted it lightly and I led her out of the office. She followed me on the short ride to Millie's. Walking back in there I felt very awkward. We sat at the bar and I excused myself to the men's room.

When I returned, Nikki was sipping a white wine and giggling. I sat on the stool next to her and she covered her mouth with her hand as she continued to chuckle to herself.

"What's so funny," I asked her as I ordered a beer.

"Those two guys just bought me a drink," she laughed. "Even if I was available I wouldn't go for two douchebag preppies like that."

I looked past Nikki to the two guys seated at a table on the far side of the bar. I almost fell off my barstool when I saw that it was Brian and Ted. They stared at me as if it were not possible that I had showed up here again. I could not help but laugh along with Nikki. They were just two guys with no clue about women. It was almost sad yet it continued to be funny. I stopped laughing when I saw them stand from their chairs and begin walking towards us at the bar. When they reached us, Nikki turned to greet them with a smile.

"Thanks for the drink," Nikki said to them.

"You're welcome," Ted replied. "I'm Ted and this is Brian."

"I'm Nikki," she informed them playfully as she extended her soft, perfectly manicured hand. "And this is-"

"We've met," I interrupted her introduction of me as both Ted and Brian shook Nikki's hand.

"Oh really," Nikki postured.

"Yeah, your boy was in here with another blonde on Monday," Brian informed her.

I was pretty sure that Brian thought he was damaging my chance to score with Nikki based on the grin that spread across his face. I didn't flinch, which seemed to irritate him some. These guys had underestimated Emma and now they were, without a doubt, underestimating me. I rather enjoyed it, much like a hamster enjoys his wheel. But much like that, I was going to get bored with these two sooner or later.

"Is that right," Nikki gasped with a very mocking tone as she turned towards me. "Who was it?"

I took a long sip of my beer and set the bottle gently back down on the bar.

"It was Emma," I confirmed.

"Oh, Emma," Nikki said in a very relieved tone of voice. "She's hot."

Both Ted and Brian looked at Nikki, very much confused by her take on the new information she had acquired. Nikki continued her performance for them, much to my amusement.

"You guys thought she was hot, right," she asked the two gentlemen standing before her.

"Um, yeah, kinda," Brian stammered.

"Kinda," Nikki repeated mockingly. "Are you serious? She's hot. Her body is tight, her tits are perky and her ass is firm. What more could you ask for?"

They both stared at her in awe. Nikki smiled at me playfully as she sipped her wine again. I looked at the two men and did everything I could not to laugh.

"Are you satisfied," I asked them, unable to hold back a chuckle at that point.

"Not quite as satisfied as blondie was in the parking lot the other night," Ted remarked harshly, very much trying to sting me.

Nikki looked at him and then back at me. She gave me a quick wink and then turned back to Ted.

"Oh really," Nikki postured in response. "What happened in the parking lot?"

"They went at it pretty good from our vantage point," Brain jumped in, taking the bait.

"They went at it," Nikki repeated. "Meaning what, exactly?"

"Well, to be blunt, they screwed," Ted confirmed.

Nikki looked at me, her mouth open wide in false surprise.

"You had sex with Emma in the parking lot here," Nikki questioned in a very funny, phony accusatory tone.

"Actually, I fucked the shit out of her between her car and mine," I admitted with a laugh.

Nikki smiled widely, apparently pleased that I had caught on to her game and decided to actively participate. Ted and Brian stood there, hardly believing that I had openly told Nikki what went on.

"Oh really," Nikki continued. "She is one lucky woman."

"What," Ted exclaimed. "The fact that he brought another woman here earlier this week and admits to fucking her in the parking lot doesn't disgust you?"

"No, it doesn't disgust me at all," Nikki explained to him. "He's a great lay, so I am happy for Emma."

"So he still has a shot with you tonight," Brian inquired with skepticism filling his voice.

"Oh no," Nikki announced. "He never had a shot with me tonight. He is going to go home and fuck his roommate silly. I, on the other hand, am going home to put my son to bed and then make love to the woman of my dreams for hours on end. Thanks again for the drink. You guys have a good night."

With that, Nikki placed her glass back on the bar and hopped daintily off her bar stool. She grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar. I gave Ted and Brian a short little wave as I was dragged out the front door. They were still in a great deal of confusion about what had just happened. Nikki led me to her car and pulled me close to her. She kissed me gently on the cheek.

"Thank you, that was fun," she whispered. "Have fun tonight."

"You're welcome," I said softly in response. "Tell Monica I said hello."

Nikki turned from me and climbed into her car. I watched as she pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the main road, headed for home. I climbed into my car with thoughts of what might be waiting for me at home based on Nikki's remarks. I drove quickly with anticipation, knowing that Penny was still away and Brooke and I had the house to ourselves tonight.

I pulled into the driveway and slammed the car into park. I unlocked the front door and moved quickly up the stairs to the main level of the house. Much to my delight Brooke was already home, but to my utter disappointment, she didn't appear ready for a night of physical activity. I found her lounging on the couch in a white tank top and grey sweatpants. She was reading a book with the television on for background noise.

"Hey there," I greeted her.

"How are you," she asked, not looking up from her book.

"I'm good and you," I asked.

"I am wrapped up in this book," she admitted.

"Ok, I am going to take a shower," I informed her, very much wanting to wash the smell of happy hour off of me.

Brooke nodded and I turned to head up the second flight of stairs. I went into my room and stripped down, covering myself with only a towel as I headed to the bathroom. I turned the water on and stepped in, doing my best to clear my head.

I finished showering and stepped out of the tub. As I dried myself, I thought of simply watching television in my room so as not to disturb Brooke's reading. I didn't want to be in the way and I was sure that Nikki's posturing at the bar had only been part of her toying with Ted and Brian.

Sometimes it is good to be wrong and this turned out to be one of those times. When I returned to my room, with only my towel around my waist, Brooke was waiting for me. She was lying on my bed, wearing the same white tank top she had on when I saw her downstairs which was accompanied now by only teal lace panties and teal patent-leather 4 inch pumps. I immediately reacted, as the blood rushed to my pelvic region.

"We have been very respectful while Penny has been away," Brooke stated. "I thought I would try to turn the heat up a bit tonight."

My dick twitched under my towel. I could not take my eyes off of Brooke's gorgeous body.

"What do you think of that idea," Brooke asked me with a sexy grin.

"I think it's a great idea," I answered quickly.

"I'm all yours, then," she announced. "So show me how much you want me."

I tore off my towel and tossed it aside, allowing my continually swelling cock to taste fresh air. I moved over to the bed and pulled Brooke by her legs to the edge. She looked at me seductively as I caressed her calves and thighs. She quickly slipped her index fingers inside the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. When our hands met I continued sliding Brooke's lace undies over her calves and past her sexy heels. I flipped them to the side and smiled down at my sexy angel as she laid there.

I dropped to my knees and kissed Brooke's feet. I licked her sexy shoes and then ran my tongue up her calf. I nibbled lightly on her soft skin as I spread her legs wide. She put her heels on my shoulders as I stared in at her freshly shaven pussy. I gently flicked her clit with my tongue before burying my face into her snatch.

I was merciless as I devoured her gash. I licked her sweet pussy lips up and down repeatedly until neither of us could take any more. I slammed my tongue inside her slot and tasted her sweetness again and again. I chewed on her beautiful box and licked her aggressively until her orgasm began to build.

Brooke moved on the bed as pleasure filled her body. She ran her hands through my hair and guided my face around her pussy. I licked and nibbled every part of her vagina continuously as she led me. I insert my tongue into her and out of her again before pressing it hard onto her clit. I worked her clit with my tongue until her climax arrived. She pulled my hair tightly as she came, shivering and crying out with delight.

She held my face on her clit until her peak was complete. As she released me I leaned back and looked up at her. Brooke was smiling at me and had a very devious twinkle in her eye. I stood up, hovering over her legs at the edge of the bed. My cement shaft stood out in front of me, throbbing and begging for attention.

Brooke grabbed her calves and pulled her legs up towards her chest. She reached around her thighs and spread her soaking wet pussy lips wide, inviting me inside without a word. I placed the head of cock to her opening and slid inside of her easily. I let out a big, deep breath as I buried my rod completely inside of her.

I stood over her, holding her thighs and jamming my member into her incessantly. I rocked her entire body with each thunderous thrust, knowing that I would not last long at all. I groaned loudly as I pumped in and out of her sweet spot forcefully. I felt my batch brewing and I fucked her harder. Brooke pushed me off of her and presented her sexy heels to me. I wasted no time tugging my prick firmly twice before exploding intensely all over her fantastic heels. I dropped buckets of cum on them before I was empty.

I sat myself on the edge of the bed and looked down at Brooke. She sat up and removed her shoes and tank top. She then turned and kissed me passionately. She rolled me over her onto the bed fanatically and continued assaulting my mouth with her own. Brooke then turned away from me and snuggled up close to me. She threw her leg over my own, opening her hole to me once again.

Sensing her desire I guided my still firm tool to her soaked slit. I pumped my prick in and out of her box as I laid there holding her body close to mine. I kissed her neck as I injected my meat into her again. I entered her faster and faster as I kissed her earlobe and cheek. I began fucking her brutally in that position, holding her around the waist and rubbing her clit lightly.

Brooke let out a high-pitched shriek as she came. I continued hammering away at her hole with my shaft until I erupted inside her cunt. The feeling was pure heaven. I held her ever so still as I finished dumping all my goo in her hole. 

When I was finished neither of us moved. We laid there motionless aside from our breathing. I refused to relinquish my hold on Brooke's beautiful body. At some point thereafter, we both fell asleep.



The New Game Ch. 12



 Chapter 12 – Better Offer

I rolled over and hit the alarm clock but the annoying sound would not stop. I opened my eyes and saw that it was after 11am. The sound continued and I finally identified it as the phone. I watched Brooke, who was still next to me, reach over casually and pickup the receiver. After a series of one word answers she put the phone back on the hook.

"We need to get dressed," she said to me in a somber tone as she rolled over to face me.

She was now wide awake and the look on her face was rather serious.

"What's going on," I asked as I climbed off my bed.

"Everyone is coming here," Brooke informed me calmly. "Apparently, we need to have an emergency meeting."

She seemed very calm about the whole thing, so I echoed her serenity.

"Did they happen to mention what the emergency was," I asked plainly.

"No," she answered softly as she began to unwind her lovely frame from my sheets.

I didn't say another word. I scrambled around my room for appropriate cloths and then made my way down to the kitchen, leaving Brooke to get herself ready for our guests. I put on a pot of coffee and waited for them to arrive. I was reading the newspaper at the dining room table when the doorbell rang. I made my way downstairs and opened the front door.

Much to my delight, Nikki was the first to arrive. She entered and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. Her expression made me think that she did not know any more than I did about today's event. She headed up to the main level of the house while I waited at the door. I noticed a car pulling up in front of the house. The car parked directly in front and both Mindy and Leslie emerged.

They made their way to the front door, both greeting me with casual kisses on the cheek. Mindy was her usual self, but it appeared to me, that behind her sunglasses, Leslie was worried. I didn't think now was the time to explore the weird vibe she was giving off any further. I assumed that, in a short time, I would know the cause of it.

As Leslie headed up the stairs, I saw Emma's car whip around the corner and screech into our driveway. Emma was out of the car quickly and walking with a purpose. She stormed through the front door and stomped up the steps without as much as a word. I closed the door behind her and followed her up to the main level. Brooke had joined the other women and they were all seated in the living room.

Emma stood there in front of them as I took a seat on the floor. She didn't speak and she didn't move for what felt like an awkwardly long time. Finally she opened her purse and pulled out a disk. She held it up but could not make words. She handed it to me along with a folded note. I put the disk into our dvd player and read the note to myself. I turned on the television and returned to my seat on the floor.

"Only watch this when you are all together," I read the note aloud. 

The note was not signed and I had a distinct feeling that whatever we were about to see on this disk had already been viewed by Emma.

The disk began playing and the scene was eerily familiar. We all watched as the camera panned a very light colored room, landing on a large bed with a white, floral print comforter. I knew I had seen this room before but could not put my finger on it. The camera continued around the room, past the daylight filled window, over a desk, past a closet and then back to the bed. The frame stopped on the bed and we all waited for something more to unfold.

You could feel the air sucked out of the room as several of us gasped when Sienna came into frame. She stepped into the center of the screen directly in front of her bed. She was wearing a white blazer, which was buttoned just beneath her bosom, and a matching white skirt. She looked down at her feet and then directly into the camera while smiling a very evil smile.

"Hello Miss Emma and the rest of you," Sienna began. "I wanted to deliver this message in person but my sister advised me against it, so here I am."

I glanced around the room and all eyes were glued to the screen. The last time we got a video from Sienna, it set off some major alarms within our framework and I knew that the ladies were immediately concerned about a repeat reaction.

"You all know that we have lost our boytoy Bradley," Sienna continued. "Of course you know that, you are the ones that caused it. But let's not go into all that messiness right now, let's focus on today's lesson. Today's lesson is that when you back a wild animal into a corner, it has no choice but to strike."

The camera panned to the left, towards the desk area. More audible reaction came from the ladies sitting around me when Kylie came into frame. She was on her knees, wearing only a lavender lace bra and panty set. She was aggressively sucking the cock of a man seated in the chair, though his head was out of the frame. Kylie had her right hand wrapped around the thick, meaty cock as she jammed it in and out of her mouth. She then stopped, held the cock in her hand and looked at the camera.

"Consider this strike one," Kylie snapped as she returned to sucking the fat rod in front of her.

The camera panned up and there was not a lot of reaction among the women, but I was in complete shock. The focus of the camera zoomed in on the upper portion of man's body and his face came into view. I looked over at Emma and I knew that she had no idea who the guy was, nor did anyone else in the room beside me.

"This is Derek," Sienna's voice narrated as the man enjoyed the blowjob he was receiving. "You probably don't know why this should sting, but your boytoy can explain it to you. Derek is my new toy."

I stopped the disk where it was and looked around the room at my ladies. They were all focused on me now, looking for an explanation. I shook my head slightly and stood up. I leaned against the wall and faced all of them.

"Derek Johnson was a college teammate of mine," I admitted. "He was a good guy and for my sophomore and junior years, we were roommates. He is someone that I considered a friend. Mindy took a stiff shot at them by removing Brad from their game. Their response is to attempt to wound all of you by wounding me. This sucks and I am truly surprised and disappointed in Derek's decision. On the flip side, this is a shot at me. I will not let this affect any of you in any way."

Without waiting for a response, I turned back to the television and started the disk again as I exhaled loudly. The frame stayed on Kylie orally pleasuring Derek for several long, uncomfortable moments. I had been physically intimate in so many ways with all of these women, yet watching this with them was uncomfortable and tense.

The camera frame then shifted to the left, in front of the closet. A man was standing while we were watching the back of the head of a woman with long black hair bobbing back and forth on his cock. The woman turned to face the camera and we all cringed somewhat when we realized that it was Lisa. Mindy let out a very audible groan as we continued to watch her mother orally please this mystery man. I stopped the disk once again.

"Mindy, if you want to be excused I don't think anyone will object," I offered to her.

"I am fine," she responded firmly. "And I am part of this team."

I started the disk again as Emma walked over to where I was standing and stood next to me. The frame picked up with Lisa continuing to work the short, fat penis in front of her with her mouth. The frame shifted even more to the left where Sienna was standing.

"This is strike two," Sienna giggled.

The camera panned back to Lisa, who was still on her knees and sucking. The frame slowly made its way upward, bringing the face of the man enjoying these oral treats into focus. I could not believe it. Emma grabbed the remote out of my hand and stopped the disk yet again.

"Who was that," Nikki asked.

"Bob Ruffe," Leslie answered her. "He is a local lawyer."

"Is he competition or something," Mindy asked.

"Not really," Leslie admitted.

"No," I added. "This is another shot at me. Bob was engaged to my ex-wife but I heard, through the grapevine, that they never made it to the alter. This is just them flexing their muscles. It's as clear as it has ever been that their goal is to stick it to me, either by hurting me directly or hurting one of you. They just don't handle being told 'no' very well."

Emma looked at me curiously. I was not sure what she was thinking but she didn't say a word. I nodded to her and she started the disk one more time. We all watched as Bob enjoyed himself while Lisa took care of him. The camera moved back to the left again, bringing Sienna back into the frame.

"I am pretty sure we have your attention now," she stated. "So I know you will appreciate strike three."

The camera rolled further to the left until the bed came into view. Derek was on the bed on his knees. His hands were on the hips of a woman that he appeared to be fucking doggie-style. Her head was down on the bed and tough to see as Derek continued pounding her from behind. Sienna then leaned into the frame and onto the bed.

"Smile for the camera honey," she urged the young lady whom Derek was ravaging.

The woman turned her head and we all saw who it was. Several shrieks were let out and Emma buried her face in my shoulder as she stood next to me. We were all in disbelief as we continued to watch Derek thrusting into Vivian from behind. She seemed to be enjoying it very much. This went on for several minutes before the camera continued to the left and focused on Kylie.

"Did you really think you were going to get the best of us and have us go away quietly," Kylie asked with an angry tone to her voice. "You have no idea what you are up against."

Kylie put her hand over the camera lens and then the screen went black. Emma still had her head buried in my shoulder and I could feel that she was sobbing. There was a lone tear running down Leslie's cheek when I looked at her and the rest of the room just seemed deflated.

I hugged Emma tightly and held her as she composed herself. I had no words to offer. This felt like a very personal attack on all of us, but it was more than that. I could not rationalize what we had just seen. I looked around the room and waited for someone, anyone, to say something.

Leslie walked over to where we were standing and took Emma in her arms. It appeared that the fear I sensed in Leslie had been justified by what we had just seen. Just when she seemed on the verge of pulling herself together, Emma fell apart again. I looked around at the stunned faces of Mindy, Brooke and Nikki, genuinely wishing that I had the magic words to undo everything we had just seen.

"What are we going to do," Mindy asked with a tone of urgency and fear in her voice.

"Nothing," I stated simply. "We did not begin this game to compete with anyone and we are not about striking back. Our best bet is to do nothing."

Emma pulled herself out of Leslie's arms and stared at me.

"I want my sister out of that game," Emma snarled, mostly directed at me.

"It was your sister's choice to join that game," Nikki said from her seat on the couch.

Emma looked at Nikki inquisitively.

"What do you mean," Leslie asked her.

"Monica filmed that video," Nikki informed her. "She was told to give it to me so that I could give it to Emma."

"So did Monica tell you anything," Brooke questioned.

"Yes, she did," Nikki admitted.

"Do you plan on sharing it with us," I pushed carefully.

"Monica told me that she no longer cares about the rules of their game," Nikki detailed. "She said that if she has to play their game when she would rather not, then that doesn't mean she can't share the details with all of us. She has now become our greatest source of information from the inside."

"Can we call her," Leslie asked quickly.

"There is no need," Nikki halted her. "She should be here momentarily."

We all sort of stared at Nikki, as if somewhere inside her eyes was the answer that we were all desperately searching for. The tension was thick in the room until the doorbell rang. I darted down the stairs and opened the door, welcoming Monica in quickly.

I led Monica up the stairs to the dining room. She was no fool; she knew that we were all anxiously waiting on her arrival. She took a seat at the table, as the rest of the women filled in the seats around her and I chose to stand behind where she was sitting. When everyone was seated and all eyes were on Monica, I started.

"Help us," I urged her.

"I will," she answered me without turning around to look at me.

"Why now," Mindy questioned sharply.

I was confused by this question greatly, but Mindy's look told all of us that she was not going to let the discussion continue without an answer.

"Because when you were all at Leslie's house, I told him that I believed in him," Monica stated. "If he let me down by hurting Nikki, he would deal with me. But since then he has done everything right and I continue to believe in him. So I want to help."

"What do you know about the new additions to your game," Emma asked her.

"I know everything came from Kylie," Monica explained. "She is the new mastermind. Everything changed when she arrived. She is very angry and very twisted. There are moments when she is downright scary. She is still exceptionally pissed about what happened in Las Vegas."

Monica turned in her chair to face me. She had a look of great concern on her face as she looked at me.

"She doesn't like to be turned down," Monica continued. "When you went home, she was happy and pleasant. I think she thought that she had won. When you returned so did her rage and then when you took out Brad, she went nuts. I mean, during the times I have to be around them I have seen her be harsh to everyone except Sienna. After the website incident, she really tore into her sister. It got ugly and heated when we were all together. That's when she flipped. She has spent most of her time since then studying you. Your background, your tendencies, your education, your family, basically anything she could find."

"WOW," I exclaimed. "I am really a thorn in her side."

"I think she is about to return the favor," Brooke spoke up.

"That's probably true," Monica added. "She made these moves to get to you, but she's not done. The more she learns, the more she will use against you. She is ruthless and heartless and vicious. Even Sienna can't stop her."

"Do you know what their deal is with my sister," Emma asked softly.

"Unfortunately, no," Monica acknowledged. "None of us know the details about each other's place within the game. It's very guarded and controlled. I wish I had the answers for you."

"Do you think they will tell you before they make their next moves," Leslie asked.

"I am not sure, but if they do, you will be the first to know," Monica replied.

"Thank you," I said. "I can't tell you what your help means to all of us."

"You're welcome," Monica accepted. "I wish I had done it sooner."

She stood from her seat and walked over to me. I was not sure what to expect and was exceptionally surprised when she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She looked up at me as she released me from her grip.

"I have to go get Brian from Nikki's mom's," she said. "You all have a lot to talk about anyway."

We all watched her turn and head down the stairs. We heard the front door shut as she exited and I casually sat in the chair that Monica had been seated in. I looked around the table at these women, who were still very shook up from all of today's events. I looked at Emma and she once again seemed close to tears.

"Where do we go from here," Mindy asked softly.

"Our game was never about competing with anyone else," I stated again. "We have always been about what is best for all of us and enjoying each other's company. If they find a need to compete with us, let them. We don't need to give them the satisfaction of competing back. Let's just do what we do, business as usual."

Those words sounded great coming out of my mouth, but I didn't believe any of them. I wanted to nail those to bitches to the wall for putting this burden on my ladies. I was angry and ready to strike back, but I did not want these women to see it.

"Our game has also been about keeping each other safe," Leslie added. "I feel a threat to your safety and to Vivian's as well. I don't know what her deal is, but I am worried for her."

"Well, you needn't worry about me," I assured her. "I can handle whatever they throw at me."

"I'm not sure you can," Brooke interjected. "Especially if you don't know it's coming."

I looked at her as I thought about what she had said. Was she right? What was Kylie really capable of? How far would she take this personal vendetta? I began to worry.

"I need to get Vivian out of that game," Emma sobbed. "It's my fault that she's there. I have to help her get away from those monsters."

"Actually, it's my fault," I corrected her, now feeling very guilty.

"We all had a hand in it," Nikki clarified.

"How do you figure," I asked her.

"I urged her to talk to Emma to restart the game the first time Emma shut it down," Nikki reminded me. "Leslie and she had the biggest fight any of us has ever had. Penny and Brooke got the love from you that she wanted. Mindy is the only one of us younger than Vivian. So what place was left for her? I can't imagine how hurt and confused and lost she was when she left us."

We all stared at Nikki in complete disbelief. She had put it in wonderful perspective and she was right. We were all partially responsible for what had happened, yet it really wasn't anyone's fault. I still felt like it was my fault, though. That was not about to change.

"Everyone go home," Emma exhaled heavily. "First thing Monday morning we will meet and discuss what we are gonna do about Vivian. Clear your minds and we will regroup then." 

Without another word she turned and headed down the stairs. Leslie followed close behind her, ensuring that she was alright. Brooke stood from her seat and grabbed Mindy's hand off the table. She pulled Mindy to her feet and dragged her towards the stairs. I watched as they made their way down to the bottom level of our home. I heard the front door open and some scattered noise as I put my head in my hands. The front door finally closed and there was silence.

I was enjoying the silence and not moving. I just sat there, my head in my hands and my mind racing. Then the silence was broken. There began a repetitive tapping. It was in rhythm and continued endlessly. My eyes widened and I lifted my head. The sight of Nikki sitting directly across the table from rattled me slightly as I was under the impression that I was alone. Nikki was rattling her pink acrylic finger-nails on the table from her index finger to her pinky in succession.

"Hi," I said to her meekly, unsure about the stern look on her face.

"Hi," she replied, almost disgusted.

"What's going on," I asked cautiously.

"You haven't paid enough attention to me lately," she informed me.

"Today has been quite intense," I stated. "So you'll have to forgive me."

"You are right, today has been intense," she agreed. "So, I will forgive you, if you make it up to me."

"Ok," I accepted. "I will make it up to you. Just let me know when."

"Right now, of course," she exclaimed.

"Right now," I repeated in a very questioning tone. 

Nikki got up from her seat and walked around the table until she was standing next to me where I sat. I looked up at her and she slowly turned around. Her firm little bottom was exactly at eye level and it looked very nice in the skin tight jeans that she was wearing. Nikki rocked her hips back and forth, showing her me her fantastic backside. She strode slowly away and then sat on the end of our couch.




The New Game Ch. 12



I looked at her intently as she slowly kicked off her flip flops. Her brightly painted red toenails were adorable and the sexy curves of her tiny feet were quite evident as she slid her jeans over her calves, then kicked them aside.  Nikki then turned over onto her knees and pushed her ass high into the air. Her white, lace, thong panties were the only thing still hiding her womanly pleasures. She purred loudly followed by an elongated growl.

"You have no idea how turned on I get watching you and my Monica get closer," she said. "With all that went on today, I know I shouldn't want you, but I do. Feel free to come here and find out how much."

I needed no further invitation. I sprang from my chair and sprinted to where Nikki was on the couch. I put my hands on her hips and started to rub them as she looked back over her shoulder at me. I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of panties and slid them off of her quickly. I grabbed her gorgeous ass with both hands and rubbed it vigorously.

I moved my right hand inside her thigh and continued to rub. Her wetness had begun to run down her legs and I rubbed it into her skin lightly. I moved my hand north on her leg and slid two fingers into her eagerly awaiting box. Nikki gasped as my digits penetrated her repeatedly. My cock swelled to a rigid and throbbing point while I finger-banged Nikki aggressively. I began ramming my fingers into her slot furiously as she screamed and bucked underneath me. Nikki began panting and moaning as I continued to slam into her pussy with my fingers. 

"OH FUCK YEAH," Nikki screeched as she came all over my fingers and hand.

After several long moments of her climax, Nikki collapsed face-first to the couch. She laid there breathing heavily as I stood over, very proud of myself. Nikki turned her face on the fabric of the couch to look at me. She glared at me sternly, in the bliss of orgasm.

"Get naked," she ordered me.

I stripped where I stood, tossing my shirt and shorts recklessly around the living room. My swollen members stood directly out in front of me, aching with wild desire for her and dripping clear liquid steadily from its tip. Nikki pushed herself up off the couch and back onto all fours. I wasted no time getting behind her and guiding my cement shaft to her flooded sweet spot.

I entered her easily and held her hips with my hands. I pulled her to me and injected my full length into her hole. She felt amazing and I could feel my prick throbbing inside of her. I pulled back and entered her again, firmly. A rush of pleasure flowed through me and I quickly entered her again. Nikki let out a small yelp as I penetrated her again.

I picked up my pace, sliding in and out of her well lubricated slot easily. Nikki groaned loudly with delight. I could not hold back any longer. I fucked her wildly for as long as I could go, getting forceful to extent of being borderline brutal. Nikki screamed repeatedly as I crashed into her flesh with my own. I hammered my swollen rod into her willing gash over and over until the height of desire consumed us both. I held her hips steady and buried my entire length inside of her as she spasmed uncontrollably. I exploded violently inside her pussy, shooting stream after stream of my fluid into her until I was milked dry and Nikki was motionless.

I sat back on the couch and did not move. Nikki slowly got up and moved in front of me. She extended her hand and I reached for it gently, taking it with my own. Nikki pulled me up off of the couch and laid me down on the floor. She squatted over me and massaged my half hard dick until it sprang back to life for her. She guided it quickly to her still soaking wet opening and I entered her again.

I did not move much as Nikki did all the work on top of me. She bounced up and down quickly on my again throbbing stick. I breathed out slowly, trying to hold out for as long as possible while Nikki raised and lowered herself continually on my shaft. I groaned loudly as she picked up her pace.

She began to moan and growl as she crashed down onto me time after time. I tensed up every muscle in my body as Nikki began to cry out with pleasure. I erupted again, emptying my jizz into her vagina once more. I laid there motionless as Nikki continued to ride me through her third climax until she crashed on top of me.

"Wow," I whispered as she laid her head on my chest.

"Something like that," she responded softly.

After lying there for about a half of an hour, Nikki got up and collected her cloths. She went to the bathroom and emerged fully dressed. I sat up, finally, and stared at her. She looked at me with a shy sort of smile. These moments, these vulnerable, honest, true moments, were the ones I never expected with Nikki. She walked over, kissed me on the forehead and disappeared down the stairs.

I heard the front door open and shut, followed by Nikki's car pulling away. 

I stood up and headed for the shower. As the warm water rushed over me, I couldn't help thinking of Vivian. I had truly failed her and now she had joined those dangerous, unpredictable devils. Even after the amazing physical workout Nikki had just given me, I felt awful.



The New Game Ch. 13



Chapter 13 -- Intervention

I arrived at the office Monday very early, trying to be the first one there. I was prepared to be everything that each of these ladies needed me to be and I wanted to show them all through my efforts. Unfortunately, Emma was already at work when I arrived. As I started my day, I was unsure of what to say to her.

It was just after 10am when Leslie tapped on my door. I looked up and smiled at her, though she had a less than cheerful look on her face. She shut the door to my office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes on me, which usually wasn't the case.

"What's up," I asked her casually.

"Um, I want to, uh, talk to you," she stammered.

I could see that she was clearly uncomfortable and she was having trouble getting to whatever it was that she wanted to say.

"Leslie, just say whatever it is that is on your mind," I encouraged her.

"We have a plan to try to help Vivian," she announced.

"Oh," I said, quite surprised. "I thought we would be discussing that this morning."

"No, we came up with it over the weekend," she explained.

"Ok," I accepted. "I guess it's a good thing. Now we have a course of action. What's the plan?"

"Um, well, since it's Vivian, Emma does not want you involved," Leslie informed me.

"Oh, I see," I responded.

I was upset. I wanted to help. I somewhat felt that I owed it to Vivian to help. This was not anyone's decision but Emma's, that I was sure of. I did not want to show my displeasure to Leslie, as she was having a hard enough time delivering this news. I looked at her as gently as I could muster.

"I'm sorry," she exhaled.

"Don't be," I told her. "It's probably a very smart decision. Vivian's judgment is always clouded when it comes to me. If there is anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to tell me."

Leslie smiled a short, quick smile. She knew that had gone easy on her. She left my office and my blood started to boil. I deserved to be a part of this. Even more, Emma should have told me herself. I got up from my desk several times, headed for Emma's office, but each time I thought better of it. I was going crazy inside my head, and when all of the women gathered in the conference room just after 1pm, I thought I would explode.

Not knowing what to do, I did the only thing I could think of, I picked up the phone. As the phone rang on the speaker box in my office, I shut my office door. When the gruff yet professional voice on the other end answered, I picked up the receiver and greeted him.

"Hello Bill, how are you," I asked politely.

"I am great kid," he replied with a hearty chuckle. "How the hell are you? How are things in southern California?"

"I am not so good, Bill, I have to be honest with you," I admitted.

"What's going on," he asked plainly, seeming concerned.

"I'm sure that Emma told you about our current predicament," I said.

"Actually, I haven't spoken to Em in a little while," he informed me. "What's going on?"

"You really don't know," I postured, never considering that he didn't know.

"I am very much in the dark on whatever it is that you are talking about, kid," he reiterated.

"Well, I have to say that I am shocked," I confessed. "We have a real dilemma on our hands."

"I am guessing that the Deville sisters are somehow involved," Bill surmised.

"Always a safe bet," I agreed. "They turned up the heat on us recently."

"How so," he asked.

"To be honest, the made some major talent acquisitions to their game," I explained.

"Really, who could they have gotten that would impact you all that much," he questioned. "You have Mindy locked up and it seemed like you were all doing very well the last time I checked in. Who did they acquire?"

"Well, after we had Brad removed, they added two guys," I clarified. "Derek Johnson, my old college roommate and Bob Ruffe."

"Bob Ruffe," Bill repeated. "The lawyer that was engaged to your ex-wife? That Bob Ruffe?"

"Yes sir, one in the same," I acknowledged.

"Ok, those are quirky additions but nothing earth shattering," Bill recapped. "So what is the problem?"

"Bill, you will have to forgive me," I requested. "I am in genuine shock that you don't know. They got Vivian."

There was a long silence as my words sank in for him.

"What do you mean 'they got Vivian,'" Bill asked.

"She is a part of their game," I confirmed. "According to the video we received a very active and willing part."

Again there was silence, to the point of awkwardness.

"When did you find out," he asked meekly.

"Saturday," I responded.

"What is the plan," he pushed.

"Well, that is part two of the problem," I stated.

"Emma doesn't want you involved with this operation," he deduced.

"Exactly," I validated.

"Where is Emma now," Bill continued.

"They are all in the conference room together," I disclosed.

"Transfer me in there," he instructed me.

I reached up and hit the transfer button on the phone and sent the call into the conference room. I hung up the receiver and waited.

It was only a few moments later when my office door was flung open and Emma was staring at me.

"I don't need your help on this one," she growled. "Wasn't that made clear to you?"

"Clear, yes," I answered. "Acceptable, no."

"Well you damn well better accept it," she snapped. "I don't need your help, or Bill's help. I will get Vivian out of this MYSELF."

"I get that you are angry and upset," I said softly. "But if you keep acting like this, you are gonna have a lot of repairs to do when this is all over. So calm down and go back to your meeting."

She turned and went directly back into the conference room. I heard the door slam forcefully. Emma was pissed. My phone rang immediately. I checked the caller id and answered quickly.

"Hello again, Bill," I said.

"How bad did Emma tear into you," he asked.

"Not bad," I replied. "I can handle it."

"She gets like this sometimes," he advised me. "My advice is just let her do it her way."

"What is her way going to be," I questioned.

"She wouldn't tell me," he admitted. "So, we just have to trust her."

"There is nothing stopping us from helping her without telling her," I suggested.

"You are right and I was thinking the same thing," he chuckled. "I will put some people here on it and if you come across any info, call me."

"You got it, Bill," I agreed. "Thanks."

"No sweat, kid," he said. "I will call you as soon as I have something."

As we concluded our call I looked up at my doorway to see Leslie standing there. She half-smiled at me then looked at the floor.

"I know this is tough for you," she acknowledged.

"I'll be ok," I assured her.

"Even so, I think you should go home," she recommended. "Now."

I studied her face and there was worry in her eyes. I nodded and began shutting down my computer. As I left the office the door to the conference room was still closed. This was getting very, very messy.

The rest of the week was interesting. I kept my head down and got out of the office as early as possible each day. I didn't say much to any of the ladies and under no circumstances did I go anywhere near Emma's office. Brooke was getting home late each night and I refused to ask her about what was going on with the ladies. It was not fair to put her in the middle. The week finally came to an end and I hoped that a weekend away would help get things back to normal.

On Saturday morning, I got up early and went for a run. The fresh spring air filled me with energy and renewed focus. After several miles of dashing along, I found myself back at home. Brooke's car was gone and the house was empty. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and turned to go take a shower when I heard the front door open.

Brooke dashed up the stairs and passed me in a blur. She headed up the second flight of stairs quickly, her feet tapping the floor lightly as she moved. As she ran back down the stairs, seeing me startled her greatly. She gasped and stopped in her tracks. It never occurred to me that she thought I wasn't there. I notice that she was holding a digital recorder.

"I thought you were out running," she said to me.

"I was," I confirmed. "I just got back."

"Oh, alright," she accepted. "I have to go."

"Where to," I asked gingerly, not sure if she would or could answer.

"Um, well, I..." she stammered.

"It's something to do with Vivian," I surmised.

Brooke nodded.

"Well, don't let me keep you," I told her calmly.

She turned and started down the second flight of stairs before turning around. She looked at me and a single tear poured down her cheek in a flawless stream.

"You have been great about this and I know it's killing you," she said as her voice cracked. "I feel like I owe it to you to tell you."

"You don't owe me anything," I assured her. "There are rules we all have to play by, whether we like them or not. Don't worry about me."

"That's just it," she replied. "I am supposed to worry about you. If Penny were home would she tell you what's going on?"

I thought about her question. I was not sure of the answer. I believed that if I asked her, Penny would tell, but I would not ask, so would she volunteer the information? I don't know but I wasn't convinced that it mattered.

"I don't know," I responded softly.

"I do," Brooke countered. "She would tell you in one second flat. You would never ask her but she wouldn't let you stay in the dark even if you couldn't participate. I don't want Penny to think that I did a bad job taking care of you while she was gone."

"You have done a wonderful job taking care of me," I declared. "I could not have asked for more."

"You see, that's the thing," she objected. "With Penny, you never have to ask, she just always wants to give you more. She loves you the right way."

More tears now began to fall from her pretty eyes.

"Brooke, what's going on," I asked her.

She looked at me as if she was begging me to save her, but I didn't think she was in any danger. I waited, worried.

"I'm scared," she cried. "I don't want you to stop loving me because I am not taking care of you the right way. I don't want to end up like Vivian. I'm so scared."

I absorbed her words and I looked at her warmly.

"Where are you going today," I inquired.

"We are all going to sit down with Vivian at Emma's house," she revealed. "It's sort of like an intervention but I am terrified of what I am about to hear from her, or what I might say. You blame yourself, Emma blames herself, Leslie blames herself, Nikki blames herself, Penny isn't here and I will lose it if Vivian blames you. I will just lose it."

"So you are tired, you are scared, you are angry, you are loyal, you are worried and nervous and confused," I summed up. "Is that it?"

She nodded again.

"Ok," I exhaled. "You have to go."

"I know," she said. "I wish you were coming with me."

"I will be here when you get home, angel," I replied. "Tonight. Tomorrow night. The next night and the next night. Now go."

"I love you, stupid boy," she said plainly.

She smiled through her tears and turned to go. I watched her disappear down the steps and heard the front door close behind her. I immediately reached for the phone and dialed Bill's number. He answered quickly.

"What's up, kid," he asked urgently.

"I have an update for you, Bill," I told him.

"Ok, shoot," he encouraged me.

"It's not much but I know what the ladies plan of attack is," I admitted. "They are going to surprise Vivian today with a meeting. I think they are going to try and reason with her or something. Hopefully they can at least get the details of her deal with the Deville's."

"That's fine," Bill commented. "That's actually good for us."

"How do you figure," I asked curiously.

Before Bill could answer, the doorbell rang. I moved down the stairs and opened the door as he responded.

"This meeting will be a huge distraction for all of them," he stated on the other end of the receiver. "It may help them not notice the digging that I have some people doing to find out some information."

I was very distracted as I saw Mindy standing at my door. She was wearing an olive green overcoat and black heels. She stepped through the door and closed it behind herself.

"That's true," I agreed with Bill on the phone as I watched Mindy move past me and up the stairs.

"Actually, even if this doesn't work it still might be a benefit," Bill continued. "If Vivian tells the Deville's about this meeting, they will be distracted with it as well."

"Great point," I added in support, still focusing on the swaying of Mindy's hips as she ascended the stairs.

"I will call you during the week to update you," he advised me.

As I hung the phone with Bill, I darted up the stairs. Mindy was sitting on the couch, staring at me as I came into the living room. I stared back, wondering why she wasn't with the other women.

"I hope you don't mind me dropping by," she said.

"I don't mind at all, but why aren't you at Emma's," I asked.

"How do you know about that," her tone quickly changed.

"That's not really important, is it," I asked.

"No, not really," she concurred. "I didn't want to go. I didn't think I had much to offer by being there. I am a little colder than the other women. I was not very close to Vivian and after her fight with Leslie, I really didn't like her much. I was excused."

"Oh, I see," I said, sensing that this might be a touchy subject for her at the moment. "Well, I need to take a shower, so you can hang out if you like."

"That's fine," she replied.

I made my way up the stairs and into the bathroom. I discarded the sweaty cloths from my run to the floor and started the water. I stepped through the shower doors and adjusted the water temperature. I tired to clear my head but I could not shake the thought of Brooke and her tears. She is my angel and her pain bothered me.

As the water ran over me I wondered how things were going over at Emma's. Did they get any answers out of Vivian? I wondered if she felt ganged up on or ambushed. That might have been the impact they were going for, since we had all felt a big impact watching Vivian on that video. 

I was broken from my trance by the sound of the shower door opening. I looked and saw Mindy climbing into the shower with me. My attention immediately shifted to the gorgeous, naked woman now next to me under the running water. She raised her arms and locked them behind my neck. She kissed me softly and wet on the lips.

"Hi," I said as she pulled away from me.

"I want you," she giggled.

"I kinda figured that when you climbed in here," I replied.

"So what are you waiting for," she asked. "Go ahead and fuck the shit out of me."

She kissed me again and lifted her left leg along my own. I grabbed her thigh and caressed it firmly. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me as my cock swelled between our bodies. Mindy smiled and then she continued to kiss me. I held her close to me, groping her ass firmly under the running water. As our tongues danced with each other, I spread Mindy's ass cheeks and ran my hand across her tight bung hole. I continued down and teased her very moist snatch with the tips of my fingers. Mindy pushed me back from her playfully.

"Stop toying with me and give me what I want," she whined mischievously.

I moved closer to her again and took her in my arms firmly. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I pinned her to the tiled wall of the shower and held her there for leverage. I guided my firm dick to her waiting hole quickly and inserted myself inside of her. Mindy arched her back and accepted my length.

I held her pinned to the wall and began to move in and out of her gash quickly. Our natural lubricants mixed with the running water and made it easy to penetrate her over and over again. I continued pumping my prick into her accepting pink hole very firmly. Mindy bit my lower lip and giggled between gasps as I pounded her repeatedly. I was enjoying her tight, little body pinned to the wall of the shower. I felt strong and dominant.

I growled slightly and really tried to punish her flesh with my intense insertions. She whimpered slightly as I picked up my pace again. I popped without warning inside of her. My liquid spewed from my shaft with vigor as I shot over and over into her pussy. I held her there, pinned to the wall until I was finished. I did not want to move but Mindy had youth on her side.

"I want more," she squealed.

I gently and slowly let her down, the warm water still flowing from the shower head. She smiled at me again and moved around me. She opened the shower door and stepped out onto the small rug that was covering the tile floor. I shut the water off and stepped out behind her.

She toweled herself off lightly and then put her left knee up on the counter. Her ass was towards me and she lightly spread her still moist pussy-lips with her fingers. I grabbed my half-firm cock and guided to her sweet spot. I held her hips as I pushed my meat into her once again. I clutched her hips firmly and began hammering her hole again immediately.

Mindy groaned loudly as I brutally fucked her from behind. She screamed with each sadistic thrust of my dick into her box. I showed no mercy as I abused her cunt with my pulsating member. Mindy bucked and squirmed as she came. I fucked her wildly through her orgasm.

Finally, my second peak arrived as well. I pumped a few short, thick wads into her slot. I held her hips, not allowing her to move until all my jizz was inside of her. She moved slowly when I allowed her to, exiting the bathroom. I climbed back into the shower and finished cleaning myself.

When I dried myself and dressed, I headed back down to the living room. Mindy was gone, which I expected. I again found myself wondering what was going on with the ladies and Vivian. Mindy had only been a temporary distraction.



The New Game Ch. 14



 Chapter 14 -- Reality Check

The rest of the weekend was weird.

Brooke did not come home on Saturday night and when she came home on Sunday, she was unusually quiet. I didn't want to press her for answers, but I was dying to know what happened. I knew that she was hurting inside by not telling me but I could not, in good conscience, put her directly in the center of the growing philosophical differences between Emma and I. I let it be and waited patiently for Monday to arrive.

I was out of the house early Monday morning and intentionally buzzed through my workday. I had several afternoon meetings, regarding our computer network at the office, which served as a great distraction from the very somber mood that hung like a fog over the ladies I worked with. I focused on the tasks at hand during those meetings, knowing that at some point the opportunity to push the existing issues out into the wide open would present itself.

As the day came to a close, most of the ladies left the office quietly. I waited until only Emma and I were left, seeing her office light on and the door open. I felt like this might be the best time to create that moment of opportunity. I got up and started to head for her office when my cellphone rang. I retrieved it from my hip and answered it quickly.

"Hello," I answered without looking at the caller id.

"Hey kid," Bill's voice rang back at me.

"Bill, how are you," I asked politely, shutting the door to my office.

"I am much better now," he bellowed. "I have some information."

"Good or bad," I asked as I sat back down at my desk.

"It depends on how we use it," he answered. "I now know the business details of Vivian's deal with Devilles."

"WOW," I exclaimed. "That is great. Tell me."

"Well, it appears that she is a new employee of Samson Holdings, LLC," Bill announced.

"Really, what the hell sense does that make," I wondered aloud.

"Actually, there is a lot to it," he continued. "She is an employee and therefore drawing a salary. In addition to that, she has four conditional employment agreements in place with the company. If she leaves the company voluntarily before 'working' there for two years, the she forfeits her car and her condominium to the company. She also has a one-year non-compete agreement that means if she quits or resigns of her own accord, she cannot work for another holding company for one year."

I thought about what Bill had just told me. It seemed like a lot but as I processed it, nothing scared me or seemed insurmountable. As I replayed Bill's words quickly in my head, something else occurred to me.

"Bill, you said she had four agreements with the company," I reminded him.

"Yes, I did," he agreed.

"What is the fourth," I asked gingerly, almost not wanting to hear any more.

"When Emma and Leslie started Adams and Cartwright, they formed an LLP," he explained. "To further limit the liability, they spread it out with 20% ownership to each of the five partners."

"WHAT," I shouted, absolutely floored by this information.

How could I not have known this? Even more concerning to me was what reason could either Emma or Leslie have had for keeping this information from me? I was dumbfounded.

"Adams and Cartwright has five partners," he repeated to break the silence.

"Do you know who the five partners are," I asked openly.

"I do," he admitted. "But it's not for me to tell you."

The light bulb went on in my head.

"Vivian is one of them, isn't she," I pressed.

"She is," he confirmed.

"So if she bails out on the Deville sister's game, they get her 20% of this firm," I surmised.

"That's correct," he cemented.

"She wanted to get our attention so badly that she fucked herself and the rest of us royally," I yelled.

"Kid, I don't know what she was thinking," he said. "I have copies of each agreement and they are signed and notarized."

"Fuck me," I exhaled, completely dejected.

"On a really funny side note, Bob Ruffe drew up and notarized all the agreements as 'legal consultant' to Samson Holdings, not an employee," Bill told me.

"That's just fucking fantastic for Bob," I growled. "What do we do now?"

"I'm not sure yet," Bill confessed. "But we will figure it out. How did the intervention go?"

"I don't have any feedback on it yet, but I am going to get some tonight," I informed him abrasively.

"Tread lightly," Bill advised.

"I will," I assured him. "I will update you when I have some info or an idea. I am sorry for my temper. Thank you again for all your help."

"Kid, I know this is tough," he stated. "But this is the time when your mind will serve as your best weapon. I will talk to you soon."

As we ended our conversation, I was in shock and very, very angry. What was Vivian thinking? I really didn't know. Had I hurt her so much that all she could do was lash back at me like this? This put every single one of us in jeopardy if we made a move towards Vivian or against the Devilles. I was very confused and extremely worried about where we might be headed.

I got up from my desk and opened my office door. I was pleased to see the light in Emma's office was still on. I slowly walked over to the open door and peaked my head inside. Emma was at her desk, head down, pen in hand. She looked adorable with her glasses on, slid halfway down her nose. I watched in silence for a moment before she got tired of my staring.

"Can I help you," she asked bluntly.

"I need to talk to you," I responded.

"About what," she inquired.

"Everything," I blurted out, not sure where I was going with this yet.

"Oh," she replied sarcastically. "I'm not sure I have time for that. That could take weeks."

"Way to break the tension," I laughed.

I walked into her office and sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. I watched her continue to read and take notes while she waited for me to start the conversation.

"So, what's on your mind," she asked.

"How did things go with Vivian," I asked directly.

"Quite poorly," she admitted openly, which caught me by surprise.

"How poorly," I pressed.

Emma looked up from her work. She removed her glasses and dropped them on her desk in front of her. She looked at me with pain on her face.

"I have never seen my sister act like that before," she stated. "She was the biggest spoiled brat I have ever seen. She blamed me, she blamed you, she blamed Nikki, she blamed Penny and she cursed every one of the other women. It was quite classless and awful, really. I was and still am stunned. I have been through a range of emotion each time I think about it."

"That's not good," I offered in agreement.

"It is so far beyond not good, you have no idea," she countered. "I am so embarrassed and hurt. I can't believe she blames me for any of this."

"I think I have a pretty good idea how far beyond not good this go," I told her; having the information Bill just gave me as a foundation to my statement.

"She isn't leaving their game," Emma continued. "She can't. She said she gave up too much to get into it and it was giving her a sense of purpose. What a load of crap. I don't know what her deal is with Sienna and her sister, but I can't do anything about it, apparently."

"So you are done trying," I questioned.

"I can't very well leave her in that game," Emma shouted back at me.

"Let me try," I requested softly.

"What," she responded with quite a nasty tone.

"You took your shot and it didn't work," I clarified for her peacefully. "Let me take my shot at setting her free."

It was clear that Emma had no idea the things that were tying Vivian to the Devilles. I hoped that with this new information I could come up with a way to get her out of their hands but I wanted Emma to be on-board with my efforts.

"You can't," she insisted. "If Vivian saw you, it would not be good. She is not ready to see you, that I am sure of. She is hurting and angry and confused. I will handle this."

"I am gonna ask you one more time," I said sharply. "Let me have my shot. I won't deal with Vivian at all. I will simply find a way to leverage the Devilles. My way."

"You have to stop trying to be the hero all the time," she snapped. "You CAN'T handle this."

I got very insulted by that comment and stood up. I placed both my hands on her desk and leaned towards her. I looked her directly in the eye.

"Sometimes, you need to trust other people to get the job done," I growled in a low, raspy voice. "Why else do you have us around?"

"I most certainly do not have to trust anyone," she countered flatly. "I can't afford to."

"Why not," I asked sharply, still not taking my eyes off of hers.

"Because it's my game and I want it back," she declared crisply.

I eased back off of her desk and then lowered myself back into the chair I had been sitting. She had finally said it. It was out there now. This was not what I expected at all and I was quite unsure how to handle it.

"I don't think this group can handle a power struggle at the top right now, especially with everything else that has gone on recently," I cautioned her.

"Who said anything about a struggle," Emma defied. "What if I just take the game back?"

"Then you will tear this team apart and lose half of your roster," I explained.

"It's my game," she snapped.

"I know," I agreed. "Now think about why you started it. Think about the best interest of all the people involved that you care about. This is wrong and it's selfish."

Emma got up from behind her desk and I stood to greet her when she reached where I was seated. She stared at me and then her right hand crashed into my face sharply with a loud crack of skin on skin. My head snapped to the side and then right back to locking eyes with her.

"Don't ever call me selfish," she whispered.

I looked deep into the anger that filled her eyes.

"Sienna hit me a few times," I informed her. "I thought you were better than her."

The pain of those words splintered the anger in her eyes and brought single tears from each. The streams ran down her cheek and she closed her eyes as she stood in front of me. I raised my hand and lowered to her cheek gently. I wiped away the two tears and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"You ARE better than that," I stated.

"I'm sorry," she said as she looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean to do that. I am going crazy and falling apart."

Her vulnerability at that moment was both surprising and concerning.

"It's ok," I conceded, trying to comfort her as the tears continued to fall.

"What can I do to make this up to you," she asked with a small whimper. "I really am so very sorry."

"You can trust me," I answered. "And answer one question for me, honestly."

"Alright," she agreed. "What is your question?"

"Who are your four partners in this law firm," I asked her bluntly.

I didn't know what made me say that. As the words came out of my mouth I was just as shocked as Emma was. She stared at me and then moved back around the other side of her desk. She slowly sat down, adjusting her skirt as she did so. She picked up her glasses and put them on. She placed her hands in her lap and looked up at me. I was still very surprised with my question and I was nervous about the pending response.

"This law firm is called Adams & Cartwright," she stated plainly. "Why would you think there are more than two partners?"

I rolled my eyes at her anti-climactically. 

"Why would you think a married man would sleep with you after a traffic accident," I countered.

"Assumptions are dangerous," she warned.

"Then just go with the facts," I quipped.

"I don't owe you the facts," she responded sharply.

I was very taken back by her tone.

"You don't owe me anything," I added. "In the beginning of this game, things were different. You were the leader, you were the dominant player, you were everything to us and we all followed you, unequivocally. You protected us and we admired and respected you like no one else."

I sighed loudly and ran my hand across my forehead. I looked back at Emma who seemed to be listening to me very intently now. I found a lump in my throat but somehow felt a great need continue speaking.

"This game has changed," I stated. "It has changed for the better for all of us, but not as much for you. You are a part of this game but not the part you want to be and not the part you believe you should be. You want to be the boss. You should be the guide and the voice of reason and the ambassador of this game. And you should love and trust these people as much as they love and trust you."

Emma did not say a word. She stared at me intently. She then rose and walked around to the front of her desk again. I stood and stared at her as she got within inches of where I was. Emma looked at me with tears again in her eyes. She kissed me very softly on the lips as the tears ran under her thin framed glasses. It was the softest, most emotional contact Emma and I had ever had.

I wrapped my arms around her and she melted into me. We kissed softly and passionately for several moments as I held her tightly. I kissed her mouth and onto her cheek. I kissed softly behind her ear as she gasped softly. I gently kissed her neck until she stopped me and pushed me off of her. I was a little confused as I looked at Emma. She pushed me again causing me to stumble backwards into the chair behind me.

"Take it out," she ordered me.

"What," I asked, still quite puzzled by this entire exchange.

"Take out your dick," she instructed. "I want you, now."

I did as I was told and unbuckled my belt. I stood and dropped my pants and boxers, allowing my half-hard cock to taste fresh air. Emma smiled and playfully pushed me back down into the chair. She gave me a sinful grin and then hiked up her skirt. She slid her black, silk panties down her legs and around her shoes. She tossed them aside with a giggle and then stepped directly in front of me.

I smiled as Emma draped her left leg over me, followed by her right. As she sat on my lap, facing me, she kissed me again. In all my time in this game and knowing this woman, I had not known her like this. She held my face in her hands firmly as she kissed me continually. My breath was taken away by her contrast. She was abrasive and forceful with her words while her actions were as tender as they had ever been towards me.

Emma reached down and guided my now swollen member to her overly soaked opening. She lowered her box onto my tool, taking my full shaft inside her. I groaned as Emma smiled at me with delight. She grinded her hips on my lap firmly and forcefully, working my prick inside her walls. My eyes rolled back slightly with pleasure as Emma held me tightly.

She worked her hips circularly around my cock, clenching her vaginal walls with me inside of her. She rose slightly and then forced herself back down upon me. She made sure her clit was smashed against my pubic hair firmly as she pressed her pelvis to my own. Emma held back a squeal as she climaxed lightly on top of me. I groaned loudly as I swelled inside of her. Emma kissed my cheek, bit it lightly and then pressed her cheek to my own.

"Cum for me," she whispered. "Please."

I held the arms of the chair I was seated in as Emma continued to dominate my body with her own. She steadily rocked her midsection along my own until my peak arrived abruptly. My dick ruptured inside her box and I filled her with shot after shot of my semen. Emma sat still upon me as I loaded her with my liquid. When I was completely empty, she stood, withdrawing her legs from the sides of the chair.

I watched as she adjusted her skirt back to a presentable position and then tucked my prick back into my pants gently. I found the energy to zip and buckle up as Emma moved back around her desk and took her seat once again. She looked up at me and a single tear fell again from her eye.

"I love these people," she said softly. "I do trust you. You have earned that."

I did not say a word; I just waited for what else was coming.

"I want to tell you the truth," she continued. "When everything went on with Sienna, I was so scared about my kids getting hurt, that I asked Bill for help. He is one of my oldest friends and one of the smartest men I know. He guided me. He knew Leslie was struggling with her depression and that we could help each other. Starting this firm was his idea for us to come together and get our shit straight. It was his way of guiding us to protect each other."

I nodded, acknowledging that every word she had uttered made complete sense. No surprises there.

"Bill suggested that, for limited liability purposes as well as external leverage, that we have more than two partners," Emma went on. "Leslie and I both agreed. Naturally we thought to keep it in the family, so we brought Brooke and Vivian in as partners three and four. We proceeded as four until Brooke suggested we take a fifth partner in-case we hit a major issue where we were split two and two. It was a very smart suggestion, but we struggled with who to bring in. We needed someone with money, yet someone who could be objective amongst all of us. Bill offered but we all thought his objectivity was a question. Then, as we were all sitting around at dinner celebrating finally being rid of Sienna, it happened."

She stopped and then looked at me for a moment, as if she were still torn to tell me.

"Bonnie offered to be the fifth partner," Emma disclosed. "We were all stunned, even Bill. I never thought Bonnie liked me, so I was just floored. It actually turned out to be the perfect person. She was completely objective and has plenty of money. I still almost can't believe it. But we accepted and we started our firm, five partners strong."

I sighed heavily, digesting the information that she had just given me. I was very surprised. Bill knew that Bonnie was a partner, yet hadn't told me. Why? How was I supposed to proceed with this information?

I stood slowly and walked to Emma's desk. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek. She stared up at me as I pulled away.

"Thank you for trusting me," I acknowledged. "Now, it's my turn to try and get Vivian out her jam. I will keep you updated on what's going on, but I AM taking my shot."

She nodded slowly.

I turned and left her office.



The New Game Ch. 15



Chapter 15 -- Back In Charge

The rest of that week was weird around the office. Every time I saw Emma, she looked at me very shyly, which I was not used to. She seemed to be getting tougher on everyone else in the office as well. It was a totally odd disparity. I was spending a lot of time trying to come up with a way to get leverage on the Devilles and free Vivian from their grasp, though I wasn't having any success. 

As I was leaving the office on Friday afternoon, Emma was standing at Nikki's desk. They both smiled at me as I approached. Nikki giggled as Emma turned and went back to her office. I started towards the front door when Nikki's voice stopped me.

"We are all going to spend some time together tomorrow with a brunch at Leslie's," she advised me. "It would really be nice if you were there."

I turned to face her and smiled. I didn't say anything but I was sure that my very pleased expression and incessant nodding gave me away. I turned back and continued to the parking lot, feeling confident that all of us being together was a good idea. Not together in the office, but someplace common and welcoming. I continued to smile to myself as I pulled away from the office parking lot.

Because of my lack of ideas about how to help Vivian, I had not called Bill back and I felt bad about that. As I got home on Friday night, I found the house empty. I was relaxing and watching the Padres game when I decided that it was time to stop being lazy. I picked up my cell phone and dialed quickly before I could lose my nerve.

"Hey kid," Bill answered. "How are you?"

"I'm lost, Bill," I acknowledged honestly. "I haven't come up with anything. The ladies intervention yielded nothing of importance and I have gotten nowhere."

"Well, you sound like a man who is giving up," Bill surmised.

"Not at all," I countered. "I am just frustrated that I haven't found a way yet. I am not done trying. I just keep looking at all the angles and can't see the one to play yet."

"Kid, I like that approach," he complimented. "But you still sound down."

"I'm sorry, this is just becoming a lot to handle," I admitted.

"That's the responsibility of playing the game," he advised me. "But to your credit, you are handling it. That says a lot."

"It is my responsibility," I said in agreement. My next question surprised me. "Why didn't you tell me that Bonnie was a partner in the firm?"

"It wasn't my place to tell," Bill postured. "Plus, you needed to open lines of communication with Emma. It has helped her. When we spoke she sounded better than she had in a while. You don't realize how much she leans on you because she doesn't tell you. But she does."

"I am glad you think so," I told him. "Where do we go from here?"

"Lay it all out for me," Bill requested.

"Ok, here it is," I began. "If Vivian quits, the Devilles get her condo, her car and her 20% of the firm. That would be bad. Besides which, Vivian would never quit. She joined them to prove something and she would never quit. That would be an admission that she was wrong and she is too stubborn to admit that. Our only option is to come up with something equivalent that we can trade or use to leverage the Devilles for Vivian's release. Kylie is so angry that she would not do it unless we had her by the short hairs."

"So that's where we are at," he asked. "A trade or leverage."

"It is," I confirmed.

"Let me keep doing some research," Bill said. "I think I might have an idea."

"Ok, we'll talk soon," I said as we completed our call.

I sat there, with my head in my hands. I was tired, frustrated and angry. This situation was hanging over my head and I was putting all the weight on myself. I wanted this to all be resolved and over but it seemed like it never would be. I saw headlights pull into the driveway and then heard the front door open. I waited for Brooke to make her way up the steps. I just sat there, not moving, head pounding, waiting. As I heard the footsteps reach the top of the stairs, the waiting came to an end.

"Honey, I'm home," she said.

I looked up and almost fainted when I saw Penny standing there.

She looked simple yet amazing. She had on a white tank top and yellow cotton tennis shorts with pink flip flops. Her hair was up and clipped, very low maintenance. She looked as though she had made herself very comfortable for her drive back. I was in awe of how much I had missed her until that very moment when I saw her. My sunshine had returned and my insides were shaking. If she had missed me one-tenth as much while I was gone, then I should have never left her. That one moment, seeing her come home, was more powerful to me than any we had shared previously.

I stood up and stared at her, not sure what to say first. She looked at me as if she had something to say, but then decided against it. She looked away shyly and the back at me intensely.

"I missed you," I expressed.

"I missed you too," she said softly.

"How was your trip," I asked.

"Productive," she answered quickly with a short smile.

It felt tense and awkward between us for no reason. I didn't know how to shake this weird vibe we were experiencing at the moment. I stared into her eyes though I could not read them. I felt nervous and uncertain.

"Are you tired," I asked her.

"Yes, but I need to shower first," she replied.

She looked away from me and walked swiftly towards the stairs.

"Pen," I called to her as she moved, stopping her in her tracks.

"Yes," she said as she turned to look at me from the base of the stairs.

"I love you more with every breath I take," I heard myself say, overcome with emotion.

My own words overwhelmed me. I wasn't sure where they came from at that moment but I knew that they were true. I waited her reaction, hoping she wasn't put-off by my sentiment after her long drive. She seemed frozen where she stood as she digested my proclamation.

Penny walked across the living room and placed her hands gently on my cheeks. She held my face still and kissed me softly on the lips several times. She then grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes, pouting her bottom lip out slightly.

"Do you trust me," she asked quietly.

"Yes," I answered honestly.

"Then do everything I tell you do," she instructed me. "And do not ask any questions."

I nodded in response. She led me by the hand up the stairs in to her room. She closed her bedroom door behind us and then led me into the master bathroom. She closed the bathroom door and pushed me up against it. She slid open the glass shower door and started the water. Penny then refocused on me, pulling my shirt off over my head. She tore my shorts off, exposing my half-limp member.

Penny opened the shower door and gestured for me to get in. I stepped into the patterned beige tile surround and felt the warm water my skin. Penny slid the glass door closed as I adjusted the water temperature and let it run over me as it wanted. A moment later the glass door slid open again and Penny stepped into the shower with me, her hair now unclipped and her gorgeous body exposed.

She shoved me back against the cold tile firmly as the water flowed over us. Her hand found my cock and she began to stroke it gently as she kissed my neck. She kissed me softly on the lips as my rod became rigid in her hand. Her lips moved to my cheek and then to my earlobe.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

I did as I was told, enjoying her exploring my face with her lips ever-so-softly.

"Do not open them until you are told," she instructed me firmly.

I nodded lightly as I felt her hand massage my member faster now. I exhaled heavily as I felt Penny press her body against mine firmly. She guided my hands around her back to hold her close to me. I felt her shift slightly and then her hand guided my shaft to her opening. She inserted me inside of her forcefully. I entered her easily as her box was extremely lubricated. She was flooded and it was extremely warm inside of her. 

I kept my eyes closed as she moved herself up and down on my tool. I held her and she kissed me again. She felt wonderful but different. I was not sure what the change was but Penny continued to work her body on my manhood which was pure heaven. I felt her nails scratch my back violently as she picked up the pace of her bodily attack. I groaned loudly as she accepted my cock easily time and time again into her saturated hole.

Penny then slowed her pace greatly and began grinding her body against mine aggressively. She playfully bit my cheek and then kissed it as she worked my swollen shaft inside of her. I felt my orgasm building as Penny squealed lightly. She ran her nails lightly across my shoulders which sent a shiver through me.

I came suddenly, shooting my liquid into her already full pussy. I dumped streams of my seed inside of her until we both were still. Penny held me for leverage as she let my dick slide out of her opening. I opened my eyes and looked at her, smiling.

"No," she yelled. "Close your eyes!"

But it was already too late. 

I noticed the tint of red in the water that was flowing down the drain. I looked down at my midsection to see that I was covered in blood. I exhaled patiently and looked at Penny curiously. She was crying now. She used the flowing water to try to hide her tears as she grabbed a washcloth. She slowly cleaned my midsection, paying particular attention and detail to my manhood. I stood there motionless and confused.

Penny continued scrubbing me until she was satisfied that I was clean. She smiled at me and then slid the shower door open. I exited, leaving her to compose herself. I dried myself and then exited her bathroom. I thought about going to my own room but then decided that I had a better idea. I laid on Penny's bed, turned her television on and waited for her.

I heard her turn the water off and then the glass door slid open. I heard the noise of Penny toweling off and dressing over the television. She stepped out of the bathroom with her hair still wet and dangling. She looked adorable, but she froze when she saw me lying there.

I did not say anything as she surveyed the situation. I watched as she walked around her bed to the side opposite of where I was. She didn't say anything as she dressed herself. She crawled up on the bed and moved towards me. She gently laid her head on my chest and curled her body up close to me. I wrapped my arm around her and held her tightly against me.

"What are we going to do about Vivian," she asked me after a long span of silence.

"I am working on it," I said.

"Can I help," she inquired.

"I don't know yet," I admitted.

"I'm sorry," she offered.

"For what," I questioned, unsure of her apology.

"For giving in to my desire while I have my period," she acknowledged.

"I am not upset about it, so there is no need to apologize," I conceded.

"Really," she squealed. "I thought you would be totally grossed out about it. Not to mention upset that I broke a rule."

"First of all, I am not grossed out by that," I explained. "I love having you, in everyway. And what rule did you break?"

"Oh," she gasped softly. "I guess it would just be a rule for the ladies and you probably would have no reason to know it. We are not supposed to be with you when it's that time of the month. Emma laid out the rules long ago and we have kept most of them in place as we have evolved."

"I see," I said. "Well then, we can just keep your little infraction between us."

"I love you," she giggled. 



The New Game Ch. 16



Chapter 16 -- Game of Chaos

As I opened my eyes I saw that I was still in Penny's bed. I was still holding my Penny and I was delighted. I was even more delighted when I looked past Penny and saw that she had her arm wrapped another lovely female body. I smiled widely, wondering when, exactly, Brooke had crawled into bed with us. I was extremely glad that she had.

I was not about to move. I laid there for what felt like hours, just staring at my sunshine and my angel. They moved me without even knowing it, without even being awake. I watched them sleep, watched them breath. It was so peaceful and perfect that I never wanted it to end, but it did when Brooke began to stir.

I watched her rub her eyes and the gently glide out from under Penny's arm. She slowly slid off the bed, not knowing that I was watching her every movement. She placed her feet on the floor quietly and took a step towards the door.

"Leaving so soon," I whispered playfully.

Brooke jumped back, crashing into the closet door and put her hand on her chest. She was completely startled and it woke Penny. I leaned over and kissed Penny gently on the cheek as she opened her eyes. Brooke had regained her composure and was staring at me.

"That's not funny," she chastised me.

"Neither is sneaking out," I countered mockingly.

"Ok, well, I am going to get ready to go to Leslie's," Brooke announced as she left the room, still scowling at me.

Penny rolled over to face me.

"What's going on at Leslie's," she inquired.

"Brunch," I answered simply. "We should get ready as well."

I sat up and exited her bed. I returned to my room and heard Penny head into Brooke's room. They got ready together, giggling and traveling between their rooms for needed accessories. I threw on a pair of shorts and a decent enough looking shirt, presentable but very casual. I headed downstairs and waited on my women. The wait always seemed to pass quicker with a cup of coffee.

As I placed my mug in the sink, they made there way down to me. I took in the sight of them as they turned the corner from the stairs. They were always beautiful to me and today was no exception. Brooke had on a royal blue halter sundress and matching patent leather pumps. Penny was wearing a black tube style dress with lots of ruffles complimented by simple black flip flops. They were wonderfully perfect to me and I could not get enough of either of them, but together, they were magnificent.

I rode with Penny over to Leslie's while Brooke followed us in her car. She loved having the top down on sunny days. I adored that she was the perfect California blond. We pulled up in front of Leslie's house as Brooke sped into the driveway. We walked to the door together and waited as Brooke rang the bell.

Leslie answered the door, looking terrific herself. She was wearing a white tube top and denim short-shorts. Her feet were bare and she was totally charming. She went wild when she saw Penny, hugging her tightly and ushering us all into the house. We followed her out to the back patio, where Nikki and Monica were fussing over Brian. Mindy was also already there, sunning herself on a patio chair and unaffected by anything going on around her.

Everything stopped when we made our way out from the house. Nikki rushed to Penny and hugged her tightly. There was a lot of love as everyone appeared genuinely happy to see her home. We all found seats at the table on the patio, where we enjoyed the food and mimosas that were set before us. It was a great way to spend a Saturday and the mood was very upbeat. I was enjoying these moments as they past swiftly in front of me.

When Emma arrived late, the mood in the air seemed to change. She came through the glass doors and greeted everyone, including Penny very casually. I gave her my seat at the table so she could sit and eat, though I felt a tension or apprehension sweep over then entire group of people I was with. I moved to a patio chair next to Mindy, where I laid back and relaxed. I watched Emma just go through the motions of making small talk and I was somewhat confused.

I would have thought Emma would have been happier to see Penny, but her mood was rough and bitter. She drank several mimosas while they talked and she seemed to lighten up some, but as the conversation and the alcohol continued to flow, her bitterness returned. It was evident to me in her tone of voice and her body language. Maybe it was me.

Nikki was seated on the edge of the pool, holding Brian and dipping his toes in the water while Monica relaxed on a patio chair on the other side of the pool. The vibe stayed casual, but I still felt that something was not right. The women shifted from mimosas to wine and cosmos as they chatted away the mid-day. I watched and rather enjoyed seeing them being together without making me the center of attention. I lounged and relaxed, thinking briefly how lucky I was to be here, now. The booze continued to flow and Emma seemed to be getting more and more obstinate with every drink. Her cranky demeanor was being overlooked by everyone, except me, though I continued not to call her out on it. The day passed slowly and as we hit late afternoon, I thought the tension had passed. Monica had taken Brian inside for a nap and Nikki joined the ladies at the table. Mindy turned herself in her chair and was now leaning against me lazily.

"If you want a week or two to get back into the swing of things, I will continue running the game," Emma offered to Penny casually as she polished off her sixth or seventh cosmopolitan.

Every woman's eyes snapped and locked onto Emma. This was bomb I was waiting for, the one we could feel hanging in the air. It felt like something was coming and this was it. I hoped that Emma had passed by it but she had not. My stomach turned and I felt a large knot forming. She was pretty drunk and I feared that this was not going to end well.

"I think I am good to go," Penny countered peacefully, not sure of where that had come from.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to continue running the game," Emma said flatly, slightly slurring her words.

"Why wouldn't it be a good idea," Brooke asked patiently.

"I think I should stay in the lead for a while," Emma admitted.

"Em, this isn't funny," Leslie chastised her.

"I'm not joking," Emma scolded. "I think it's time we take the game up a notch and I can do that. I started this thing after all. It's mine anyway. It's time I took it back. We need to right this ship and set some things straight."

Tears began to fall rapidly from Penny's eyes, though she said nothing. She was not prepared for this and she did not know how to respond. She sat silently and listened while she cried.

"You are saying hurtful things to people who care about you," Nikki informed her. "That is not called for nor is it appreciated."

Nikki reached out and grabbed Penny's hand, holding it tightly in a show of solidarity.

"I am just stating facts, Nikki," Emma said. "When I was in charge no one left the game and went to play with other people."

Emma was on full attack against Penny now. I assumed her intention was to get to me. Mindy lifted her head off my chest and stood up off of her chair. She walked over to the table and threw her arms around Penny from behind, hugging her tightly.

"This is uncalled for, Emma," Leslie snapped.

"Is it," Emma questioned. "There were no fist fights under my watch either, Leslie."

Leslie's mouth dropped open in shock and disgust. Emma was just out to hurt people to ease her own pain. I watched this all unfold and the knot in my stomach tightened.

"Anyone else want to challenge the queen," Emma scoffed with a slight hiccup.

No one responded and the silence surrounded us. I watched all of them become engulfed in the venom Emma was spewing towards them. I could not take anymore.

"I do," I said from my chair, still lounging and relaxed.

All eyes now focused on me.

"Excuse me," Emma shouted at me.

"I want to challenge the queen," I clarified.

"Oh really," Emma laughed. "Go ahead, tough guy. Play the hero."

I said nothing in response to that. She poured herself another drink from the pitcher.

"My sister left because of you," she screamed at me after a big, sloppy sip.

"I know," I responded calmly.

"You can't challenge me," she scowled.

"You're right," I agreed.

"Anyone else," she snarled at the ladies. "If any of you-"

"Excuse me," I interrupted her. "But if you cease control of this game from Penny, then I quit."

I heard Nikki gasp and Penny's tear-filled eyes widened.

"You can be replaced," she quipped.

"I quit too," Brooke said.

"Me too," Mindy agreed.

"This isn't about your hurt feelings or your fear or you," I explained to Emma. "We are in this together because of you, not for you. So, you owe these ladies an apology."

"The fuck I do," she yelled as she stood up.

Emma staggered slightly and then fell. The glass in her hand shattered as Emma crashed to the ground. Leslie sprang from her chair to help her up. She turned and looked at me in a frightened manner. Tears began to pour out of Emma's eyes as she got to her feet. We watched as Emma staggered slowly but lost her balance again, this time catching herself on the table the ladies were seated at. Blood poured from Emma's hand.

"I am going to take her inside, clean her up and then drive her home," Leslie announced.

We all watched Leslie escort Emma into the house and towards the bathroom. That was the beginning of the end of what had started out to be such a good day. Nikki and Monica packed up their little man and headed home with little discussion. Mindy cleaned up the shattered glass and then went upstairs to her room to change cloths so she could go out with friends. Penny came over and sat next to me on the lounge chair.

"I am gonna go home with Brooke," she said to me softly. "I will leave you my car, but would you mind staying here tonight?"

"Not at all," I assured her, knowing she needed something tonight that I couldn't give her.

She needed her best friend.

"Thank you for standing up for me," she said as she stood.

"You do not need to thank me for that," I assured her. "That's like thanking me for loving you. Unnecessary."

"Then thank you for loving me," she said.

Penny leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek. She stood and walked over to where Brooke was standing. They headed around the side of the house and I was alone. This was quite an interesting mess we were now involved in. What would the fallout be? As I thought about it, I felt my eye lids get heavy and I thought I would rest them for a moment or two.

When I opened my eyes again, it was very dark. The sun was gone and the stars filled the peaceful California sky. The backyard was well lit and the light in the pool was on. It seemed peaceful. Leslie was sitting at the table, wearing a fluffy, white bathrobe. She was writing something on a notebook, though I had no idea what it was at this point.

"Your memoir," I asked her playfully.

"Not quite," she laughed, having already realized that I was awake. "More like strategic planning."

"Can I read it," I questioned.

"In a minute," she answered as she continued writing.

I watched her intently, taking in the sight of her breathing in and out as her pen scratched across the page. Leslie put the pen down and stood from her chair. She walked casually to the edge of the in-ground pool and untied her robe. As she let it fall off of her shoulders and to the ground, I took in the vision of her gorgeous, naked body from behind. She was tan and had perfect feminine curves. I felt blood rush to my crotch quickly.

As Leslie descended the stone steps into the warm water, I got up off of my patio chair and moved to the table where she had been sitting. I looked down at the notebook she had been writing on and I read: It's been way too long since I have had you inside of me. What are you waiting for?

I turned towards the pool where Leslie was now waiting with a lusty look in her eyes. She dove under the water and swam the length of the pool as I watched her amazing figure move. I stepped over to her discarded robe and dropped my shirt beside it. I pulled down my shorts and left them where I stood, setting my now very swollen rod free. I stepped to the edge of the pool and hopped into the tepid water, moving quickly through the water to the far side of the pool where Leslie was now stationed.

I reached for her as I got close but she floated away playfully. I caught her foot as she moved and pulled her to me. Leslie crashed into me with great force, wrapping her legs around my and kissing me enthusiastically. I held her in my arms as our mouths devoured one another.

As we kissed, I lowered my hands on her back and groped her tight ass aggressively. I loved her body and desire overwhelmed me. Leslie wasted no time reaching under the water and guiding my throbbing member to her waiting hole. I entered her slowly, feeling the pressure from the water around us. As I filled her completely and then withdrew, she winced and bit me lightly on the shoulder.

I injected myself inside her again, feeling both the pleasure from her body and the force of the water. My scrotum tightened as I pumped in and out of her gash under the water. I groaned at the delight of the union of our bodies in the pool. Leslie scratched my back intensely as I fucked her faster. I exhaled heavily as I penetrated her again, feeling like we were in slow motion in the water.

Leslie lightly kissed my neck as I continued to pound my prick in and out of slot. I pulled her to me violently as I finally burst inside of her. I shot a small, thick load into her under the water. I held her tightly to me as I finished and then released her. Without a word she pushed away from me and floated to the stairs. I watched as her body came into full view as she exited the pool.

She moved around and collected her robe. She put her robe on as she made her way into the house, still without saying anything. I watched as she slid the glass door closed behind her and I was confused. I exited the pool and reached for a leftover towel that was still on the back of one of the chairs. I dried myself and put my shorts back on before heading into the house.

There was no sign of Leslie on the main level, so I headed upstairs. I found her lying in her bed, half curled up with her robe still on. I approached her slowly as I entered the room.

"Are you ok," I asked softly.

"Yes, it was just a very intense day," she admitted. "From the mental to the physical to the emotional. It's taken a bit of toll on me."

"I understand," I conceded.

"Stay with me," she requested as I turned to go.

I turned back towards her and finished walking to the bed. I laid on the bed next to her and pulled her to me. I felt her exhale heavily.

"I'm worried about Emma," she said.

"I know," I informed her. "I will take care of it."

"How," she asked softly, very much not convinced.

"I'll just do exactly as Emma suggested and play the hero," I laughed.

"I like it when you do that," she acknowledged. "Even if none of the other women will admit, we all like it when you do that. We need that. We need you." 



The New Game Ch. 17



Chapter 17 -- Deal or No Deal

When I woke the next morning, Leslie was still wrapped tightly in my arms, as if neither of us had moved at all. I gently withdrew my arms, careful not to wake her. I climbed out of bed and stared back at her sleeping peacefully as small rays of sunlight snuck through the blinds. She was beautiful at that moment, more so than I remember noticing in a while.

I made my way downstairs and found that Mindy was already awake. She was seated at the dining room table reading the newspaper. She was sipping a cup of coffee and chewing on a piece of toast. I notice there was a fresh pot of coffee made, so I helped myself to a cup and joined her at the table.

"How long have you been up," I asked her as I seated myself across from her.

"About a half an hour," she admitted. "Yesterday sucked."

"You will get no argument from me on that," I agreed.

"What are you going to do," she asked me pointedly without looking up from the comic section of the newspaper.

"Everything I can," I told her.

Before Mindy could respond, the telephone rang. We looked at each other and then at the phone with great surprise when it did not ring a second time. We both assumed that Leslie had answered it, which now meant that she was awake. We sat there in silence for several moments until Leslie's footsteps on the stairs confirmed our assumption.

Leslie made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. When she reached where we were seated in the dining room, I couldn't help but smile at her as she was still wearing her bathrobe. She was adorable, though the anxious look on her face pushed that thought out of my head quickly.

"That was Nikki on the phone," she informed us, sounding somewhat winded. "She and Monica are coming over. She said it was IMPORTANT that you still be here when they arrive."

I was surprised by this and not sure what to make of it. I nodded casually and sipped my coffee as Leslie turned around. She headed back through the kitchen and we heard her feet on the stairs once again as she returned to her bedroom.

Mindy continued reading the paper and eating her toast as we waited in silence. I watched her obsessively, thinking the entire time about what an adorably charming young lady she was. Leslie returned several minutes later, now dressed in an orange tank top and denim shorts. Her attire was quite plain yet she was still eye-catching. The doorbell rang and Leslie moved to answer it quickly. When she returned she was followed by Nikki and Monica. I got up to greet them before we all sat at the table. They wore anxious and urgent expressions on their faces as well.

"We have a problem," Nikki announced.

"What would that be," Mindy asked, again without looking up from the paper.

"They have a new target they want to acquire," Monica said softly.

Mindy picked her head up from her paper and focused intently on the lovely redhead seated across from her. All of us had our eyes firmly locked on Monica now as we waited.

"Do you know a lady named Donna-Lee Markson," Monica asked me.

Just hearing her name I felt like I had been hit by a truck. A knot formed in my stomach and my blood began to boil. I placed my hands firmly on the table and used them to push myself to a standing position. I picked up my coffee cup and moved around the table slowly, knowing all of them were now watching me.

I slid open the glass patio door and stepped outside, closing it behind me. I walked a few feet from the door and stopped. I took a long sip from my cup and finished what was left inside it. I then turned and fired the mug straight into the ground as hard as I could. It exploded on contact, leaving ceramic fragments all over the patio. I turned around calmly and opened the sliding door again. I stepped back inside calmly, knowing that all eyes were on me. I continued to move methodically.

"I owe you a new mug," I said to Leslie as I made my way back to my seat.

Leslie nodded simply as I moved past her.

"Are you ok," Nikki asked me.

"No, ma'am, I am very much not ok," I replied simply. "I cannot let this happen to a good person who did not ask for it and does not deserve it. If they go after Donna-Lee, they will be impacting my family and that is absolutely unacceptable. I have no choice but to find a way, anyway, to stop them."

"Brooke told me that you and this person have some history," Mindy offered.

"We have exactly that, history," I confirmed. "But this isn't about history or old feelings. Her father and my uncle Phil have been like brothers for over 30 years. This is going over the line, even for those two cunts."

"What are you going to do," Leslie asked me.

"I am going to do exactly what I am supposed to do," I answered. "I am going to play the hero. Monica, thanks for the heads up. I really appreciate it."

I got up again and headed back outside. Once the door was shut behind me, I pulled out my phone and dialed quickly. I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for the ringing line to be answered.

"Good Sunday morning, kid," Bill picked up.

"I need your help, Bill," I said as my voice cracked.

"What's the problem, kid," Bill asked, sensing my despair.

"They are going after my family," I informed him, desperation filling my words.

"What," he questioned. "What are you talking about?"

"Monica just informed us that Kylie is now scouring my hometown for new targets for their game," I laid out for him.

"Oh boy," Bill sighed. "Ok. We have some work to do."

"We need leverage," I suggested. "Any kind we can get."

"Actually, I have some," Bill informed me. "I did some real research on Samson Holdings, LLC. It all led back to one place, Ed Samson. When Kylie and Edwin Samson got divorced, Samson Holdings was split into 4 parts in the settlement. Kylie retained 40% ownership, while Edwin retained 25%, 25% remained in public circulation and the board of directors was issued the remaining 10%. Edwin agreed to take a silent role with his portion and also agreed the he would never hold more than 25% stake in the company again."

I took a couple of minutes to digest what Bill had just told me but still couldn't see how it helped us now.

"Ok, so how do we take that information and use it to our advantage," I asked plainly.

"Well, kid, I had dinner with Ed Samson last night," Bill admitted.

"No shit," I exclaimed. "How did that go?"

"Ed is a pretty decent fellow," Bill relayed. "He is still bitter about the divorce and he still whole-heartedly contends that Sienna and Kylie set him up. His anger is getting the best of him these days. He has agreed to sell us his 25% of Samson Holdings if we agree that when we take control we will replace Kylie as CEO."

"WOW," I shouted. "That must have been some dinner. How much is that gonna cost?"

"Don't worry about that," Bill postured.

"Um, ok," I conceded begrudgingly, knowing that I didn't have the money it took to play these kinds of games. "Bill, I may be wrong here, but 25% isn't enough to take control, is it?"

"You are right," Bill agreed. "Which is why I setup a dummy company to purchase the publicly circulated shares. We were only able to acquire 15%."

I quickly did the math in my head.

"So we are in a stalemate," I surmised.

"It would seem so," Bill echoed. "Except for Diana."

"Um, who," I asked cautiously.

"Diana Samson-Henry," Bill clarified. "Edwin's sister is a member of the board and has agreed to sell us her 1% and vacate her board seat to Bonnie."

"So we win," I half stated, half questioned.

"Yes, we do," Bill concurred. "Not to mention an extra special present I am sending you. I purchased something that I came across that could also help us."

"Edwin and Diana have agreed to sell us their portions," I repeated. "But we have not executed these deals yet. Is that part of our leverage?"

"It could be," Bill suggested.

"I think I should have a meeting with the darling Deville sisters," I advocated.

"As soon as possible," Bill cemented.

"What are my limitations," I asked him.

"None," he replied. "Negotiate anything you want, just make sure the outcome is the most beneficial to our girls. I will handle Edwin and Diana no matter what happens."

"Bill, I can't thank you enough," I extended. "I really can't."

"No need, kid," he played it off. "Besides, it was mostly Bonnie's idea. She is one smart cookie."

"Thank her for me, please," I insisted.

"I will," he agreed. "But when this is over, you had better be sure and thank her yourself. Call me after the meeting."

"Will do, on both counts," I assured him.

As I hung up the phone, I looked back into the house through the glass door. I was taken back by the sight of Emma standing in dining room, talking. I assumed the other ladies were seated at the table listening, though I couldn't see them from my vantage point. I saw that she was getting emotional as she spoke, so I took a seat in one of the patio chairs and waited, though I wasn't sure for what.

After about 20 minutes I noticed that Leslie was now holding Emma in her arms and rocking back and forth. I believed Emma was crying but could not see that. They were then joined by Nikki and Mindy for a large, group hug. I knew that Monica was still in the room and it occurred to me that it must be strange for her to see this when the game that she belonged to was so very different.

Some more time passed before the large hug disbanded. I waited, trying not to stare. The ladies milled about before Emma made her way to the sliding glass door and opened it. She stepped out onto the patio and shut the door behind her in a very deliberate manner. She walked over to where I was sitting and stood directly in front of me. I refused to take my eyes off of her.

"Came to get your car," I asked cynically, staring directly at her.

"Something like that," she somewhat agreed.

"So what can I do for you," I asked firmly, not ready to give her a pass on her actions of yesterday without some answers.

"I owe you an apology," she offered.

"No, you owe those women and a couple of others an apology," I corrected. "You owe me one answer."

"Ok," she sighed heavily as she stood over me. "What's the question?"

"Are you ready to trust the rest of us," I asked her bluntly.

"I'll try," she proposed.

"That's not gonna cut it," I snapped.

"What do you mean," she asked.

"I mean, 'I'll try' isn't going to be enough this time," I reiterated.

"Then what do you want from me," she inquired dramatically.

"I want an end to the bullshit," I stated. "I want you to take all those feelings of fear, hopelessness, helplessness and chaos that caused you to do what you did yesterday and get rid of them. I want you to know that I have this situation handled and that you don't have to do it all alone. I want you to accept that whether you like it or not, you made me the hero. All I am doing is playing the role that you gave me."

She stared at me intently. I thought I saw a tear well in her eyes but it was quickly replaced by anger and tension. She was letting my words sink in and she was evaluating their true meaning. I stood up and looked her directly in the eye.

"So, mister hero, are you gonna save my sister," she countered.

"Without question," I confirmed. "By the end of the week, as a matter of fact. And believe me, I wasn't too proud to ask for help."

"Wow, you have changed," she suggested.

"I had to in order to keep up," I admitted. "I suggest, as your friend, that you do the same."

"And if I don't," she pressed.

"You will be fighting an uphill battle without your strongest allies," I explained. "There's no need to go at this alone. Especially when you put this team together and they would do anything to help you, just because they care for you so greatly. We all love you, but you have lost a lot of respect in the last 24 hours. You need to get that back."

"You make it all sound so simple," she said. "You don't know how hard this is for me."

"It is simple," I insisted sharply. "Just trust the rest of us. If you can't trust these people, why did you choose them?"

She looked away from me, staring back into the dining room through the glass. The she turned her eyes back my way.

"I don't know if I can," she whispered as tears fell from her eyes.

"I know you can," I supported her. "That should be enough to help you get started."

She looked down at me and her tears stopped. She smiled and then her smiled turned confident.

"Ok," she surrendered softly. "I am on-board or I will work on getting on-board."

"Good," I said in delight. "That's the right answer. I am glad we have this settled, finally. Now, you need to go apologize to Penny and Brooke."

"I know," she agreed. "But in light of our new understanding and support, I want to show you how sorry I am for yesterday and how hard I will work to get on-board with everyone. For you."

"Show me how," I asked cautiously.

"By reminding you of how much I like doing things for you," she said. "I want to make sure that we seal our little deal."

"You want to have sex," I questioned in a very confused tone.

"Actually, no," she corrected me. "I just want to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth."

"Oh," was all I could muster in stunned response.

Emma then lowered herself in front of me. She pulled my shorts down forcefully and took my limp tool in her hand. She stroked it gently and licked the length of my shaft several times trying to bring it to life.

I felt the blood rush to my pelvis as my dick grew firm in her hand. I exhaled heavily as Emma jerked and licked my prick sloppily. She spit on it aggressively and used her tongue to lube the helmet of my cock as she pumped it with her fist firmly.

Emma then held her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock in a circle before jamming my now throbbing rod into her waiting mouth. She bobbed up and down on my member quickly, letting it run across her lips sensuously.

I groaned as I looked through the glass door and saw Leslie watching us intently. She stared at Emma sucking my cock with lust in her eyes. I winced slightly before looking back down at the full head of blonde hair that was engulfing my meat hungrily.

Emma worked my rod like a pro as she dribbled her spittle all over my cement stick. She worked feverishly on my shaft as her mouth covered and uncovered my length repeatedly. I knew I was close and I looked back through the door at Leslie. She smiled and licked her lips which sent me over the edge. I held Emma's head still as I erupted in her mouth. I shot what felt like gallons of my liquid down her throat. I twitched and convulsed as the last of my batter filled Emma's gullet.

I stood there, motionless, as Emma returned my shorts to their original place. I looked through the door and watched Leslie blow me a kiss before she walked away from where she was standing. Emma stood slowly and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Forgive me," she whispered.

"All you had to do was ask," I replied softly.

I watched her turn and walk back towards the house. She slid open the glass door and shut it carefully behind her. I knew enough to wait here while she went to see Penny and Brooke. I sat back down on the patio chair, gently, knowing we were headed in the right direction.



The New Game Ch. 18



Chapter 18 -- Promises

I burst into the office on Monday morning with new life. I was very early and no one was there, but I immediately got to work. I went over in my mind how to deliver our proposal to the Deville sisters. This was going to be nerve-racking, complicated and, I felt honestly, somewhat fun. I sat at my desk and drew up several ways to go about it, but I knew I had to feel out whatever setting we were in when the discussion took place to know which tactics to use.

I watched as each of the ladies arrived for work, though I was anxiously awaiting only one. They each smiled at me and headed to their offices as they began their work days, but when Nikki arrived I called her into my office with a simple hand gesture. As she reached the door, I smiled at her.

"Shut the door behind you," I requested politely.

Nikki closed the door and took a seat. She looked darling in her navy, pinstriped skirt suit. She stared at me, smiling while she waited for what I was going to say, though she had no earthly idea what was coming.

"Nik, I need you to setup a meeting for me," I began.

"Alright, but why the closed door," she inquired quickly.

"It is a private, very discreet meeting," I informed her.

"Oooooohhh," she replied sarcastically. "With whom?"

"The Deville sisters," I confirmed.

"NO," Nikki protested immediately. "I will not."

She stood up and turned to leave in a huff.

"Nik, this is the meeting that will fix everything," I said softly.

She stopped, her hand inches from the handle of the door. I waited as she stood there for a long moment with her back to me. She turned around slowly and sat back down. Her eyes were heavy and her cheeks were flushed as she looked across my desk at me. 

"Why is this not a public meeting if it will fix things," she asked.

"I don't want any interference in my plan," I admitted casually. "Plus, it will help their mood if it's just me. I will let them take their shots at me, with no response, which will help their egos."

"I worry about you going anywhere alone with those two," she admitted. "I don't feel right keeping this from the other ladies. They deserve better. And if anything should happen to you, I would feel awful knowing that I let you walk into that lion's den by yourself. Nope. Not gonna happen."

"This is for their protection as well," I reassured her. "Please."

"Why ask me to do it," she countered. "You could have set the meeting yourself. Why put me in the middle?"

"You're right," I agreed. "I could have set the meeting myself but I wanted someone to know. You are the only one that could handle it. Plus, I don't want to speak to them until I see them. I am hoping it will be more dramatic and effective."

She looked at me, fighting the conflict within herself as I stared back at her. She smiled politely and then nodded. I watched as she stood and opened the door. She walked back to her desk and I returned to my planning. I didn't do much work for the office as the day progressed. I could only focus on outwitting the Devilles.

Just after lunch, Nikki stopped herself in the frame of my door and cleared her throat to get my attention.

"Yes ma'am," I acknowledged her standing there.

"You are all set with that meeting," she stated. "Tonight at 8pm. The Cavalier Hotel, downtown. Suite 721."

"Great," I responded. "Thank you for all your help with this."

Nikki did not respond she simply handed me a FedEx envelope that had arrived before she turned and walked back to her desk. I decided that it was probably best not to push this right now. She had done what I had asked, even though it was hurting her. She did it anyway, for me. It was best to leave her be right now.

I spent the rest of the day reviewing everything that Bill had sent me and I kept replaying what was going to happen tonight in my head. I varied the scenario slightly each time, trying to prepare for everything, especially how to best leverage the special present Bill had sent me. It was an audio cassette that could actually be the key to everything. Bill labeled it and sent over an exact play-by-play of the two men talking on it. It was a masterpiece. There was no way to really prepare totally, but I faked it pretty well.

One by one the ladies left the office for the evening. I waited until 10 minutes after seven before shutting down and heading for the door myself. By my count, I should have been the last one there, but I apparently had counted wrong.

As I reached the reception area, Nikki was seated on the couch, waiting for me. She stood up and grabbed her purse, staring at me the entire time.

"Thanks for waiting," I laughed. "Didn't you feel safe getting to your car?"

"I'm going with you," she insisted.

"Um, no you're not," I countered quickly.

"Yes I am," she responded. "It's not open for debate."

"You are right, no debate," I agreed. "Go home."

"Not happening," she insisted. "There will be at least two of them, so you will be outnumbered. I am going."

She was more insistent than I had ever heard her. I looked at the seriousness on her face and thought about her words. I ran through several variations of the scenarios I developed all day long in my head. Would her going with me be a help or a hindrance?

"Ok," I conceded. "You can come, on two conditions."

"What are they," she pressed.

"One, if at any point I ask you to leave us alone, then you will give us our privacy," I outlined for her.

"I will leave you alone to talk," she clarified. "I will not leave you at the hotel alone with them. That's the best I can do."

I looked at her for a moment and weighed her words.

"I can live with that," I accepted.

"What's the second condition," she asked.

"This stays between us," I stated. "Everything about tonight stays between you and I."

"Easy enough," she replied with a smile.

"I don't think so," I argued. "You are going to hear things that you will be surprised by and confused by and possibly angry about. You cannot let that show during this meeting and you cannot tell anyone what goes on in this meeting, no matter what the outcome is. Not even Monica. This has to be something that stays between us. If that is not acceptable, then you should not come with me."

"That's not fair," she protested.

"I know," I concurred. "But that's the deal."

"Can we alter the deal slightly," she inquired.

"What did you have in mind," I responded.

"I will keep everything about tonight between us," she said. "But, if I hear anything I think could put my family in danger, the deal is off. I have to protect what's mine. Is that a deal?"

"That's a deal," I allowed as her words ran through my head.

She had to protect what was hers. I knew what that meant. I felt those words ring inside of me as truth. I, too, had to protect what was mine. I finally felt ready for this meeting.

I turned and we walked to the front door together. I locked up the office and we climbed into my car. As we headed downtown, the conversation was minimal. Nikki seemed very confident, though we discussed nothing of tactic or negotiations. She just had an air of strength about her, which made me much more comfortable that I believed I would have been otherwise.

As we pulled into the valet station at the Cavalier hotel, I put the car in park and took a very deep breath. I watched Nikki exit the car as one of the attendants held the door for her. I stepped out of the car and followed her through the lobby and to the elevator. We moved in silence but her smile was radiant. She was making this very easy for me.

We exited the elevator on the 7th floor and Nikki allowed me to lead the way to Suite 721, which was at the far end of the hall. We reached the door and I looked at her. She smiled again. I looked at my watch and then cleared my throat, clutching to the folder in my hand tightly. I tapped on the door and waited.

A moment later the door opened and there stood Derek. My heart sank when I saw him as disappointment filled me. I entered the suite and we instantly exchanged our old baseball handshake, two taps of the palm followed by a fist pound. It wasn't very original but for four years, it was ours. I was very conflicted seeing him here.

"Hey man," he greeted me with a big, goofy smile.

"Hey D," I replied in a very somber tone. "I am here to meet with your bosses."

"My bosses," he repeated. "Dude, I don't work for them. They are just a couple of chics I am banging. Dude, I can get you in on it if you like. We go back a ways, they would like you."

"D, I don't think you understanding all the things that are going on here," I advised him.

"Man, you always over think things," he laughed. "We are supposed to have fun in life. Remember that night up in Fresno. That night was fun. And who might this be?"

He finally noticed Nikki standing behind me while he rambled on. This was a relief to me because I did not want him recapping that night in Fresno in front of her.

"This is my assistant, Ms. Barns," I informed him. "Are Kylie and Sienna here?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "They are waiting for you in the office. Just through that door."

He pointed to a door just off to the left that was shut. I turned and proceeded directly towards it, hearing Nikki's steps just behind my own. I tapped on the door lightly and waited.

"Come in," I heard Kylie call out.

I opened the door and proceeded inside. There was a desk to the immediate left and a small table in the center of the room with a phone on it. Kylie was seated at the desk and Sienna was sitting on the edge of the table, swinging her crossed legs anxiously. They had apparently dressed to get my attention. Sienna was wearing a gold halter dress that had a very short skirt and gold heels. I watched as Kylie made her way out from behind the desk and took a seat at the table. She had on a red blazer and matching skirt with silver pumps. I definitely noticed. I assumed that Nikki noticed as well.

I closed the door behind Nikki and looked over the Deville sisters once more.

"Thank you for taking this meeting," I opened.

"What do you want," Kylie snapped.

"Kylie, don't be rude," Sienna chastised her. "Please sit with us."

Sienna hopped off the table and took a seat next to Kylie as Nikki and I made our way to the table and took the seats across from them. I looked at them casually, waiting.

"We assumed you would be coming alone," Sienna admitted.

"Ms. Barns is simply here to provide guidance for me," I explained.

"She's here to guide you, my, my, things have certainly changed in Miss Emma's game," Sienna laughed. "What can we do for you?"

"Actually, this time I think we can help each other," I countered. "I have a proposal for you to consider."

"Because we have the upper hand now," Kylie snapped.

"Do you," I asked mischievously.

"Um, yeah, we do," she insisted. "We have your little blondie, the Australian redhead, the sister of one of your partners and your baseball buddy. We know we got to you and we are not done."

"So I have learned," I advised her.

"You know shit about our plans," she snapped.

"I know you are about to strike me where you think it hurts the absolute most," I volunteered.

Kylie sat quietly and stared at me. I sensed that she was steaming inside with the information that I shared with her.

"So, let's talk about this proposal," Sienna said softly.

"I want a truce," I offered.

"What do you mean," Sienna asked.

"I want to leave here with everything I feel is mine," I explained. "I will leave you with everything I feel is yours. And then I would like the petty bullshit games between us to stop."

"I seem to remember that you like games," Sienna contested with a smile.

She appeared much softer than I remembered her. Had her sister's presence and control changed her?

"I like our game," I admitted. "You should like your game, too. But, let's agree that they are separate entities."

"You are right," Sienna agreed.

"And our entity is winning," Kylie added.

"I'll have to take your word for it," I said. "I'm not keeping score."

"Then why play," Kylie snarled, seemingly disgusted.

"Because I care about our players," I offered honestly.

"You're soft," Kylie accused. "What do you really want?"

"I'd like you to release Vivian and Monica from your game," I requested.

"Not likely, cowboy," Kylie declined.

"It's in your own best interest as well," I said.

"How so," Sienna asked with a curious grin.

"In this folder I have a lot of information," I explained, holding up the small portfolio I was carrying for them both to see. "Information is power in negotiations, as I am sure both of you well know. So we did not come here, hat-in-hand, looking for charity. We came to make a deal."

"We already have deals in place," Sienna disclosed peacefully.

"I know," I admitted. "Those deals equate to your leverage on your players. I have some leverage of my own, so perhaps a new deal can be reached."

"Why just Monica and Vivian," Kylie inquired curiously. "Why not Lisa and Derek as well? Your leverage can't be that good if you aren't asking for everyone."

"As I said, I only want to leave here with the things I believe are mine," I reminded her. "Lisa and Derek are not mine. They are yours, do with them what you will. Vivian, well, she's not really mine either, but her being set free means a lot to me. So I am asking for that, with the promise to you both that she will not be returning to our game. We would like to see Vivian have a normal life, with no games involved. Monica, on the other hand, is MINE."

Nikki glared at me as I was very forceful with my last word. There was both hope and despair in her eyes, but she knew to remain silent.

"You really do care for them," Sienna stated, finding some softness in the truth.

"I do," I agreed.

"Then you can't have them," Kylie barked.

"I know each of them have value to you," I conceded. "Which is why I propose a trade of sorts."

"That would mean that you have something we would value as well," Sienna deduced.

"I believe that to be the case," I confirmed for her.

"What could you possibly have," Kylie asked sharply, not believing I had anything that she would want.

"There are a couple of things," I hinted. "But I think we should review the facts first."

"We have what you want," Kylie reiterated. "Those are the facts."

I watched as Sienna rolled her eyes in frustration. This amused me greatly.

"While that is true, there are more facts to consider," I added. "Like the fact that I know your leverage on Vivian but do not know your leverage on Monica."

"You know our 'leverage' on Vivian," Sienna repeated. "What do you know?"

"I know that she is an employee of your company," I informed them. "I also know that if she quits you get her car, her condo and her share of our firm."

Sienna's mouth dropped and the look on Kylie's face could have killed. They were completely stunned that I had these details and now I had there attention. That much was perfectly clear.

"How did you get all that information," Sienna asked in an almost breathless voice.

"I don't think that's important," I replied simply.

"You're right, it's not," Kylie agreed. "It's just information. Information we already know and control. So it's of no value to us. You have nothing."

I sat back and smiled at her politely.

"Kylie," Sienna addressed her sister sharply. "Shut up."

Sienna nodded at me to continue.

"Now, we have used this information to make some acquisitions," I explained. "We know that Samson Holdings LLC is public and we are now shareholders."

Kylie stood up and stared down at me.

"Don't toy with me," she snapped at me. "How much did you buy?"

"We were only able to acquire 15%," I admitted.

A nasty, devious smile spread across Kylie's face as she sat back down.

"That is when information became important to us again," I stated. "When we read your divorce papers, we knew how much ownership you had. Then we knew the number we had to beat."

"But you didn't beat it," Kylie reminded me.

"Not on the open market," I agreed. "So private deals had to be made."

"A boytoy like you doesn't have the kind of money it takes to make those kinds of deals," she snickered.

"I know," I concurred as I smiled widely at her.

"Friends in high places," Sienna said.

I nodded.

Kylie turned and stared at her sister. There lack of communication was becoming more and more evident. Sienna looked at her and exhaled.

"Emma always said that the firm had 'friends in high places' whenever I expressed worry about anything," Sienna explained. "I am assuming those friends helped you here."

I nodded with a smile.

"So, how much do you really own," Sienna asked plainly.

"As I said, we were able to acquire 15%," I reiterated.

"I don't get it," Kylie expressed with a very confused look on her face.

I was enjoying this way too much. The fact that they were not even on the same page made me hopeful that a good outcome was, for the first time, actually possible.

"So you made a deal with the devil himself," Sienna said perceptively.

"We have made a deal with someone you are very familiar with," I informed them with a smile. "A mister Edwin Samson."

"That little fucking weasel," Kylie shrieked. "Fuck him. And fuck you too."

"So you are buying Ed's share of the company," Sienna recapped. "Where does that put you?"

"Well, Mr. Samson still owns 25% of Samson Holdings," I informed them. "We have reached a tentative agreement to purchase that 25%."

"So that only gives you 40%," Kylie spewed. "You would have to share control with me and I am sure that you know how much fun that would be."

"That's true," I agreed. "Which is why we have reached a second agreement."

"What second agreement," Kylie barked. "There was only 25% in circulation aside from my piece and Ed's piece. What else is there?"

"The board," Sienna declared. "All you would need is one of them to sell you their seat."

"And that's what we have," I cemented. "One of them."

Kylie stood up and reared her right arm back as if to take a swing at me. Sienna quickly jumped out of her seat and stepped in front of her sister. She ushered Kylie away from the table as Nikki let out a little snicker. Sienna turned back around and came back to her seat after calming her sister for a moment.

"So what is your plan," she asked gingerly.

"Well, we could go through with our purchases," I explained. "We could own 41% of Samson Holdings, LLC, and have a seat on the board. We would then use those positions to remove Kylie as president and release Vivian from her obligations to the company. We would then investigate every single thing that has gone on here and see what else we uncover. Then you will sue us and we will fight in court. There will be a bunch of pissed off people and some really rich lawyers at the end of this. We will probably have to sell the company and divide the proceeds. Sounds like fun, no?"

They both stared at me, knowing that every word I said was rooted in truth. They were both very unsure how to proceed.

"Or," Kylie said softly, seemingly defeated.

"Or, as I said, we make a new deal," I offered.

"What did you have in mind," Sienna asked.

"Value for value," I reminded her. "You get what's yours and I get what's mine."

"Specifically," she pressed for details.

"You know what we want," I stated. "Vivian and Monica are released 100% from all obligations to the two of you and your company."

"What do we get," Kylie exhaled heavily.

"We will agree not to purchase Edwin's ownership stake in this company," I laid out for them. "Also we will not buy the seat on the board we have agreed to purchase. In addition, we will agree to sell you the 15% of Samson Holdings that we do own, giving you complete controlling ownership."




The New Game Ch. 18



"Wow," Sienna exclaimed. "That's not bad. Is that all?"

"Not exactly," I admitted.

"What else do you want," Kylie whined.

"Your future plans need to be cancelled," I insisted.

"What plans would those be," Sienna asked innocently.

"To go after my hometown and the people there," I stated clearly. "You must agree to stay away from my home."

"What do we get in exchange for that," Kylie snickered.

I pulled the audio tape out of my pocket and slid it across the table to Sienna.

"I won't send this tape to the District Attorney in Texas," I said.

Sienna picked up the tape and looked at me as I was staring at Kylie.

"What's on here," Sienna asked me, while refusing to look at her sister.

"A very interesting conversation between a certain judge and a divorce lawyer you know very well," I confirmed. "Keep that for your library, I have plenty of copies."

Kylie stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her. We sat there, not moving, just waiting. Derek opened the door and poked his head inside the room.

"Everything ok in here," he asked.

"Everything is fine, Derek," Sienna replied to him. "Please go make Kylie a drink."

Derek nodded and then closed the door again. Sienna looked at the two of us and she appeared to me to be very impressed, though I silently worried that I might be misreading her.

"Would you give us a minute alone," Sienna asked Nikki very politely.

Nikki looked at me and then back at Sienna quickly. She nodded and then stood from her chair. She walked to the door and stepped outside, closing it behind her. Sienna glared at me sharply and then giggled.

"I think your deal is fair," she clarified.

"I think you are getting soft," I countered.

"Maybe I am," she suggested. "But, Kylie is not soft. If I am going to get her to accept this, I need something else."

"That's all we have to give," I informed her.

"I don't think so," she contradicted.

Sienna stood from her chair and walked around the table to where I was sitting. She stood over me and leaned into close to me, allowing her ample cleavage to hang directly in my eye line. She reached down into my lap and ran her hand over my crotch.

"You have something else we both want," she informed me.

"I see," was all that I could say in response. "What do you propose?"

"48 hours of your time," she answered. "24 for me, 24 for Kylie. Call it a boost for our egos. Give me that and this deal is as good as done."

"What would the stipulations on that time be," I inquired curiously.

"Anything goes," she stated seductively.

I thought about it for a long moment as I sat there.

"Ok, I have one condition," I said. "It's this weekend. Let's get it over with."

She looked at me, with her head slightly tilted. She appeared very surprised that I had even considered this proposal.

"Alright," she agreed. "If it has to be this weekend, then I get one personal session for myself in the future as well. We can keep that just between us. Call it a kickback."

"A kickback," I repeated. "Ok, one session. 90 minutes. Anytime within one year."

"Deal," she accepted. "It's all done."

"You'll find everything you need in here," I told her as I placed the folder I carried with me on the table.

I stood up and began to head for the door.

"Friday morning," Sienna called out behind me. "Be here at 12:01am. Don't be late."

"See you Friday," I said as I continued through the door.

I saw Derek talking to Nikki, though Kylie was nowhere in sight. I walked over to where they were standing and took Nikki by the hand while she was in mid-sentence. I didn't even bother to say goodbye to Derek, knowing that he wouldn't have cared anyway.

I dragged Nikki behind me all the way to the elevator. We didn't speak but she knew the deal was done.

I was completely distracted the rest of the week. My only peace came in telling Bill that we had made a deal. I left out the detail of Sienna's kickback, but the rest I put on the table for him. He was happy that we got what we wanted and not at all worried about backing out on the deal he made with Ed Samson. That part was a relief to me. Bill was a brilliant businessman.

Bill worried about my safety over the 48 hours with the Devilles, despite my attempts to calm him. I had dealt with the Deville sisters before and this would be two days to secure the peace we desperately wanted. It was a means to an end and it needed to be done. We agreed on that. I didn't have enough words to thank him.

I stayed at the office late on Thursday, having already packed a small overnight bag and left it in the car. I pressed on through everything I had left on my desk until I got bored and ordered food. I ate my dinner in the darkness as I waited for the time to pass. I checked the internet news and put the Padres game on the radio, but nothing helped to calm my nerves.

Around 11pm I closed down my PC and readied myself to leave. I walked through the empty office and thought of my ladies. I wanted them safe, all of them. I passed each of their offices on purpose, thinking of them fondly as I did and convincing myself this was going to be a piece of cake. This was a way to achieve the safety I wanted for all of them. I finished my lap around the office and found myself ready to leave. I locked up the front door and activated the alarm before turning towards my car.

Much to my surprise, my car was not the only one in the lot. A small, red convertible was now parked one space away from my car. I did not recognize the car but I could see the outline of someone sitting inside. As I approached my vehicle, I heard the driver's window of the small car open. I watched the person inside look towards me.

"My bosses sent me to pick you up," Monica said to me.

"Great," I laughed as I opened my car door to retrieve my overnight bag.

I closed my car door and climbed into the passenger seat of the smaller car Monica was driving. I held my bag on my lap as she peeled out of the parking lot. She was smiling, though it seemed to be a nervous smile rather than one from reason.

"Did your bosses tell you what's going on," I asked her bluntly, too tired to play games.

"Nope," she replied. "They never do. I assume you are not going to tell me either."

"It's for your own protection," I postured.

"If you say so," she responded.

We drove the rest of the way in silence as she tore through the streets. She flew into the parking lot of the Cavalier Hotel and came to a screeching stop in front of the entrance. I stepped out of the car without a word and closed the door behind me. I watched as Monica tore out of the lot as quickly and recklessly as she had entered.

I turned and headed into the hotel. I walked through the empty lobby and to the elevator, drawing a short look from the night receptionist. I stood completely still as the elevator came to a stop on the 7th floor. I exited slowly and made the trek to the end of the long hallway. As I stood outside the door to suite 721, I looked at my watch. 11:59pm. I wasn't late. I waited and stared at the hands until it hit 12:01am. Then I knocked lightly on the door.

Derek opened the door quickly and ushered me inside. Sienna was also waiting to greet me, folder in hand.

"Very punctual," she said playfully. "Well, everything is done, as we agreed. I am taking these to make copies and then they are yours to take with you when you leave in 48 hours."

"Ok, great," I said.

"Make yourself comfortable," she told me. "Kylie will only be a few minutes. And I will see you in 24 hours."

Derek then held open door to the suite as Sienna exited. He followed closely behind her and pulled the door shut behind him. I was alone in the large suite. I dropped my bag in the small entryway where I stood and made my way over to one of the large, comfortable couches in the main portion of the room. I sat down and waited, not knowing what was to come.

After a few silent moments, the air was marked with the snap of shoes on the marble floor. I turned to my right and saw Kylie walking towards me with a seductive purpose about her. She had a look on her face that told me I was in for a long 24 hours and she was dressed to kill, literally.

She was wearing a very shiny, black, vinyl one-piece tube-style minidress. It had dominatrix written all over it. She had on matching gloves and a matching choker. I felt blood begin to rush to my groin as I stood to greet her. She also had on matching thigh high boots with a six inch stiletto heel that was very thin. I had no idea what was about to go on here and I was a little bit nervous about the look in her eye.

Kylie stopped, about four feet from where I was standing and she looked me up and down. I sized her up in return which cause her to rush to directly in front of me. She looked at me with a scowl on her face before slapping me as hard as she could, the vinyl of her glove stinging my cheek sharply.

"You are all mine for 24 hours," she stated. "You will do what you are told for that time. Got it."

I nodded submissively, now outright scared inside.

"Take off all your cloths," she instructed me as she stepped away from me.

I did as she said and began to undress. I kicked off my shoes and began piling my cloths on the floor to my left. When I was completely naked, Kylie giggled slightly and covered her mouth.

"That's the piece that has all the girls going crazy," she said in laughter as she referred to my half-hard cock. "Well, your game is certainly different."

I said nothing in return as I stood there, stone-faced. This seemed to infuriate her a little.

"Oh, so you wanna be a tough guy," she observed rhetorically. "Ok, tough guy, turn around."

I turned my back to her as she commanded. I heard her steps on the marble floor as she moved in very close to me. Then I felt a piercing pain on my back. Kylie drove her acrylic fingernails deep into my skin and raked the flesh on my back violently. I absorbed the pain without a sound, only exhaling heavily as I gritted my teeth. I knew she broke skin, but I refused to acknowledge it, feeling the blood run cold down my back.

I heard and felt Kylie take a step back from me and then a sharp force hit me in the back of the right knee. I crumbled to my knees as Kylie kicked me forcefully behind the hinge of my right knee. The thin heel of her boot broke skin and I felt a small stream of blood run down my calf. 

Her boot struck me again, this time in the center of my back. Her kick forced me face-down to the marble floor. I stayed as still as possible as Kylie placed her foot on my back and stood over me, triumphantly.

"You should have never turned me down in Las Vegas," she remarked vengefully.

She pulled her foot back and then kicked me as hard as she could in the ribs. I felt the pointed toe of her boot crash into my side as the wind was forced from me. I gasped but tried to remain still. I lay there, silent except for heavy breathing. I heard Kylie giggle as she placed her boot on my cheek.

"I hate to say that I told you so," she taunted me as she pressed my face into the floor with her boot.

She ran the thin heel of her boot across my face forcefully before backing off. She chuckled as she turned away. I exhaled heavily and then felt her kick me in the ribs once again. I groaned loudly after the impact and curled up slightly, which seemed to piss her off.

"I didn't say you could move," she snapped angrily.

Kylie then kicked me square in the middle of my back. I screamed loudly as the point of her boot stung my spine. I straightened myself out and laid flat again, waiting. Kylie stood over me, laughing.

"Roll over," she commanded. "I have something to show you."

I rolled onto my back on the floor and stared up at her. She stepped directly over my face and squatted down so her vinyl minidress rode up her hips and her uncovered pussy was inches from my face.

"Do you see how turned on this is making me," she asked me.

I noticed that her pussy was moist and glistening. I tried with all my might not to move.

"You are not getting this pussy tonight," she informed me.

Kylie stood back up and stepped away from me.

"Stand up," she ordered.

I peeled myself off the floor and stood facing her. She grinned at me devilishly.

"Bob, get down here," she screamed.

Bob Ruffe came down the steps, already completely naked. I snickered slightly and Kylie rushed to where I was standing. She grabbed my face with her gloved hand and growled at me.

"Something funny," she asked.

I did not answer her. She pointed to the couch and Bob took a seat. Kylie then released me from her grip. She took a step towards Bob then turned and punched me dead in the face. I stumbled slight from the force of her balled up fist in that vinyl glove. My eyes began to tear and I felt a small trickle of blood begin to leak from my nostril. Kylie then made her way to the couch and straddled Bob's now hard cock while she faced me.

I watched through the mist in my eyes as Kylie inserted Bob's dick inside of her. She began to bounce up and down on it rapidly. She fucked Bob's rod intensely and she came very quickly, grunting and squealing as she did so. After a short time she stopped and stepped away from Bob. She got back in my face and taunted me again.

"You wish that was you," she stated.

"Not really," I answered defiantly.

Kylie reacted by punching me in the face again. I took the impact and snapped my head back to face her immediately, as if nothing would phase me. Kylie punched me again, this time causing a rush of blood to flow from my nose. I could not see much at this point, though I knew we weren't done. She kicked me behind the knee again and this time I crumbled directly to the marble floor. I laid in a small pool of my own blood for a moment before Kylie squatted over my face again.

"Getting off always makes me need to pee," she announced.

Kylie then let loose, pissing all over my face and hair. She laughed the entire time. I lay there, motionless. I was, at that moment, a beaten man. Kylie stepped away and I prayed silently that she was done. I heard something in the background, but could not make out the sound. Kylie's footsteps on the marble approached me again. When they stopped I tensed my body for something.

Suddenly a sting shot across my back and sent shockwave through my body. I groaned and saw from the corner of my eye that Kylie was holding my belt. She struck me with it again and then again. I writhed in pain on the floor as she brutalized me. After two more shots she tossed the belt aside and spit on me.

"Bitch," she screamed. "Get out here."

I heard new footsteps on the floor as someone approached her.

"Clean up this mess," Kylie instructed the new person. "I am gonna take Bob upstairs and get laid some more. Do not disturb us. Put him in the other bedroom when you are done with him."

No other words were spoken. I heard Kylie's steps as she and Bob ascended the stairs and were gone. I then felt a soft touch on my arm, though through the tears in my eyes I could not make out the face of the woman that was kneeling over me.

"Can you stand," the gentle voice asked me.

I rolled and got onto my knees. This woman, who I could make out had dark hair, guided me to my feet. She walked me slowly across the floor and down a small hallway. She opened a door and turned on a bright light that made me cringe slightly. She helped me brace myself on a small counter in front of me.

I began to make out that this was a bathroom. I saw her figure move behind me and I heard water turn on. She returned to me and helped me step into the shower. I braced myself against the tile wall as the water hit me. The woman stepped back and drew the curtain. Finally, I was alone.

I let the water run over me, trying to wash away the beating I had just taken. The blood and urine that were on me felt like permanent scars, though I knew I would recover. I washed myself as clean as I could for quite a while, scrubbing and rescrubbing, until I felt somewhat acceptable.

I shut the water and drew back the curtain. My vision was much better now. I grabbed a towel from the rack and began drying myself. I heard footsteps and then a woman's silhouette filled the door frame. I looked up and stumbled slightly from the surprise.

There in front of me stood Lisa. She looked over me as I toweled off. I wrapped the towel prudly around my waist when I was dry enough and just looked at her.

"Why would you, of all people, take that beating," she asked me directly.

"I have my reasons," I replied, feeling that my face was beginning to swell slightly.

"They must be great reasons," she remarked. "Your cloths are in your room, at the end of the hall. Get some rest."

With that, she turned and left the doorway. I quickly made my way to the beautiful room with the large bed at the end of the hall. I threw on my boxers and laid on the bed. It wasn't long before I was asleep.

An enormous pain and the air being forced out of me woke me. I felt a sting on my stomach and curled into a ball as I tried to catch my breath. I opened my eyes and saw Kylie standing over the bed holding a plastic, yellow, wiffleball bat. I groaned and made my way to a sitting position just so Kylie could backhand me with the bat across my face. It knocked me back to a lying position. 

I stared at the ceiling, my cheek stinging and breathing heavily. Kylie jumped onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She held the bat in her hands and pushed it against my throat to choke me. She stared down at me demonically before she smashed her forehead into my right eye violently. She released me and climbed off the bed. I gasped heavily for air while holding my eye.

I started to curl up into a ball and Kylie smashed the bat into my ribs twice with all her force. I rolled off the bed and crashed to the floor. I tried to lay still.

"Get the fuck up," Kylie commanded.

I used every ounce of will power that I had to rise to my feet. I stared at her with nothing but contempt.

"Don't have anything to say, boy," Kylie mocked me.

"It's still worth it," I said through my teeth, which I was grinding together.

"Oh really," she replied.

She swung the bat quickly and smashed me directly in the mouth. I could feel the skin inside my lips rips against my teeth and blood start to flow inside my mouth. I staggered backwards slightly but caught myself against the wall.

"You're weak," she insulted me. "Is it still worth? Still want to be the hero for your little girls? You fucking bleeder."

"Yes," I growled as I stepped forward and stood tall, almost daring her to hit me again.

Kylie slammed the bat into my gut causing me to double over in pain. As I bent over, she delivered a thunderous blow to the back of my head with the bat, knocking me to the floor. I laid flat and still, in agony. She spit on me again as blood rushed out of my mouth.

"Bitch," she screamed. "Time to cleanup the mess again. I am going out."

I saw her walk out of the room and then blacked out right there on the floor.

When I awoke, I was back in the bed. Lisa was seated next to the bed on a chair and the television was on. She looked at me and smiled.

"She beat your ass again," she reminded me.

I nodded slowly which caused me great pain. Then I began to feel pain and soreness from all over my body. I moved slowly as every single motion caused more discomfort. It seemed to take forever but I was finally able to make my way off the bed and onto my feet. I noticed that outside the sun had started to set. The daylight was fading. How long had I been out for?

"What time is it," I asked Lisa.

Every movement of my mouth to form words hurt.

"It's just past 6," she informed me. "You should go shower. You have dinner with Kylie at 8."




The New Game Ch. 18



"Dinner," I repeated, now noticing that I was starving and that I was incredibly dizzy. "Ok."

I left the room and stumbled down the small hallway to the bathroom. I shut the door and started the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and was disheartened by the mess that I saw. My right eye was slightly swollen and bruised, my bottom lip was cut and swollen and I had more bruises on my body than I could count. 

I got in the shower and let the warm water flow over me. It only seemed to point out the tenderness at each of my wounds. I cleaned and dried myself gingerly, trying to keep the wincing to a minimum. As I exited the shower I noticed a garment bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It had a small note on it that simply said "Wear This."

I opened the bag and found a black bow tie and black loafers. I opened the bathroom door and walked back to the bedroom. Lisa was still seated in the same chair, watching television. I started at her, wearing only a towel.

"Yes, can I help you," she asked without looking at me.

"Um, where is the rest," I asked.

"The rest of what, dear," she questioned.

"The rest of what I am supposed to wear," I clarified.

"That's it," she confirmed. "Don't be shy."

At this point I was too beat up to care. I pulled out the bowtie and put it on gingerly, not taking my eyes off Lisa as I did so. She still had not looked at me. I removed the loafers from the bag and jammed my still partially wet feet into them. I tied them and stood there, waiting for whatever was next. Lisa finally turned and looked at me. Her face gave nothing away when she finally put here eyes on me.

"Looks like you are almost ready," she announced as she stood from her chair.

She walked over to me and stood very close. She leaned in as if she was going to kiss me on the cheek but she stopped short.

"I don't envy what you have been through," she whispered. "Those two bitch sisters of mine have no idea how lucky they are. I would love to say more, but it's time for you to go."

She put her hands on my shoulders and spun me around. My body moved as she guided me. I took a step towards the door and felt the resistance as Lisa grabbed the towel that was still around my waist. She pulled it off me as I made my way through the door and into the main area of the suite. There was no one in sight and I assumed I should make my way to Kylie's room.

I slowly climbed the stairs towards Kylie's room. I reached the door and tapped on it lightly. Kylie answered the door quickly, wearing a beautiful black spaghetti strap dress that was form fitted and split on the left all the way to her hip. She had on black lamey pumps to compliment her ensemble. Her make-up and hair were done perfectly and she looked like quite the lady.

She invited me inside where a small table for two was already set and waiting. The plates were already covered in food and the candles were lit. I was not sure what to make of this situation at all. I waited for Kylie to move around the other side of the table and sit down before I seated myself. 

"You look like hell," she laughed as she sipped the wine in front of her.

I grabbed the glass of water to my left and took a nervous sip. She stared at me and we mostly ate in silence. I did not drink any alcohol, ensuring that I had all my faculties at all times. Dinner was a grind, it seemed to take forever. Kylie tried to make small talk, but I wasn't much for it at that point. When we were done eating, a waiter came into the room and I immediately recognized that it was Derek. Kylie was enjoying piling on the insult to injury.

Derek removed our plates and put small plates of desert items in front of us both. He refilled Kylie's wine glass and then backed away from the table. He then excused himself from the room and closed the door behind him. Kylie stared at me as I did my best to remain emotionless.

Kylie began to run her heel up and down my calf under the table. It was gentle and soft, a nice change from our recent encounters. She continued for a short while and I felt my groin begin to react slightly. Kylie then stopped and her face seemed to get hard as stone again.

"Are you not enjoying this," she asked sharply.

"Compared to what," I replied.

"You embarrassed me in Las Vegas," she reminded me. "I am just getting even."

With that, she fired her glass of wine into my face. The liquid stung and burned my eyes as it ran down my face. I jumped back in my chair and reached for my napkin. I began to wipe my eyes as the liquid found the open sores on my face and lips. The burning intensified but I did my best to regain my composure.

I pulled the napkin away from my face and as I looked up I was met by a vicious right cross. Kylie's fist blasted me in the cheek and knocked me squarely off my chair. I laid on my back on the floor, completely dazed.

"Get up," she ordered.

I rolled onto my stomach slowly and pulled myself to my feet. I stood there and stared at her, maliciously.

"You wanna hit me back," she taunted me. "You wouldn't dare. You know your girls would be totally fucked if you did. I own you, bitch. Get on that fucking bed."

I climbed onto her bed and sat there, staring at her with venom in my eyes.

"Lay on your back," she instructed me.

I did as I was told and laid on my back. Kylie slipped her shoes off and then stepped out of her dress. She was not wearing anything underneath. Her body was very nice, I could not lie to myself about that but I was in too much pain to care.

Kylie moved towards me and then stopped at the nightstand. She opened the drawer and then grabbed my arm forcefully. She snapped one side of a pair of handcuffs onto my wrist and then the other side she secured to the wrought iron bed frame. She moved around to the other side of the bed and secured my other arm in the same manner. I felt completely vulnerable to whatever she was about to do.

She moved to the foot of the bed and secured my feet with a small rope. I was at her mercy as she climbed onto the bed. She looked at me without a word and then began to run her hands all over me.

"You are mine," she said. "And I am going to enjoy every minute of this."

I winced at her words and the cold touch of her hand on my limp cock. She gently tickled and stroked my dick as it slowly came to life under her touch. I tried to concentrate on anything that would keep me from getting aroused, just to spite her. Kylie continued to work my tool with her hands as her frustration grew. She pumped my prick firmly and rapidly as I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply trying to fight it. It was no use. My rod grew stiff in her hand and she laughed deviously, sensing that I was fighting.

Kylie held my shaft tightly in her hand and then slapped my scrotum as hard as she could with her other hand. I yelped in pain as she laughed. The blood rushed away from my groin as a knot formed in my stomach. My cock began to go soft until Kylie stroked it back to life. She worked it until it was good and stiff again, laughing the entire time.

She climbed on top of me and stared down at me. She looked at me for a long time before guiding my cock to her wet opening. She rocked back and forth slowly on top me to start. She stopped herself and reached down to grab the bowtie around my neck. She twisted it to choke me. She continued to twist it and cut off my air even further until the fabric tore and the tie was in her hand. She laughed and went back to rocking on my cock inside of her. 

"You know something," she said as she rocked purposely, "you could have really had me in Las Vegas. I would have done anything you wanted."

She laughed as she continued to grind her hips on top of me as my stiff rod filled her box. I grunted and tried to breathe evenly, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of making me cum. Kylie then bounced up and down several times on my tool, which felt good yet at the same time was not pleasurable. I was torn internally and externally as she fucked me deliberately.

She scratched my chest repeatedly in a very forceful manner, though skin was not broken. I was grinding my teeth to hold back my screams. She then bounced on my dick a few more times, torturing me by offsetting the pain. She stopped herself and stared down at me.

"I really don't see what all the fuss is about," she remarked. "You are not that good at this. It's really a waste of my time."

Kylie then frantically bound up and down on my cock hurriedly. She crashed on top of my shaft over and over at a tremendous pace until I popped uneventfully inside of her. I was so angry with myself for cumming that I could not even look at her as she climbed off of me.

She walked around the bed and untied my feet. She then uncuffed my hands and disappeared into the bathroom. I curled up in a ball on the bed, mostly disgusted. Kylie returned a while later, now dressed in jeans and a black tank top. She looked at me lying there and laughed again.

"Get up," she said sharply.

I did as I was told and stood from the bed. Kylie stepped behind me and put her hand in the small of my back. She pushed me forward and I moved as she directed me. She guided me to the door of her room and then out. She moved me to the staircase and then down into main hall of the massive suite we were in. I stood there as she stopped me near the center of the main foyer.

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my knee as I crumbled. Kylie had kicked me again. She grabbed a handful of my hair and held me there as she stared down at me. She spit directly into my face and the slapped me as hard as she could. She let go of my hair and I remained as still as possible. I saw her reach for the ceramic vase on the table.

The door of the suite opened and Sienna walked in. She stared at me in horror and then looked at her sister.

"Kylie, what the fuck are you doing," she screamed at Kylie.

I suddenly felt a thunderous pain in the back of my head and then there was black.

When I opened my eyes, daylight was pouring into the room. My head was pounding and I realized I was back in the bed in the downstairs bedroom. I laid there, still naked and very confused. I tried to sit up but the dizziness and pain overwhelmed so I crashed back to the pillow. I looked around and saw no one. The television was off and everything was quiet.

After a short while, the door to the room opened and Sienna walked in carrying a silver tray. She walked to the bed and put the tray down next to me. It contained two extra strength aspirin and a bottle of water. I looked at her, confused. She looked very simple to me at that moment, wearing a floral blouse and blue jeans with bare feet. Her hair was up in a bun and she seemed so much less intimidating then she ever had.

"What time is it," I asked her in a tone that was barely more than a mumble.

"A little after 10," she answered with a short smile. "Your head must hurt."

I sat up slowly and tried to shake the cobwebs, but I was still very fuzzy. I grabbed the two pills and took them quickly. I opened the water and took a large sip then looked at Sienna again.

"What happened," I inquired.

"Well, it wasn't good," she sighed heavily. "When I came in, Kylie had the vase in her hand and after I screamed at her, she hit you with it. You were out before you hit the floor and your head bounced off the tile pretty hard. I threw Kylie out after a big fight and had Lisa call a doctor. The doctor woke you; you threw up and then passed out again. He said you most likely had a small concussion and we should wake you every hour or so. I stayed with you most of the night, waking you every so often. I am very sorry for what Kylie put you through. That was not right and it was certainly not part of any deal we had."

I then noticed my reflection in the silver tray she laid on the bed. I looked terrible. Both of my eyes were black and my bottom lip was swollen and split. My right cheek was cut while my left cheek displayed a nasty purple bruise. I was an absolute mess. I looked back up at Sienna and I thought I noticed a tear in her eye, but could not tell for sure.

"I think it's only fair that you be let out of the rest of the deal," she continued. "All the signed and copied paperwork is on the table by the front door. You can go as soon as you feel up to it."

She turned to leave the room and I could have sworn that I heard her sniffle. I did not know what to say. Either she was playing me or she was really sorry. I could not tell which was actually the case, but I did not want to give them any out to go back on our deal.

"That was not our deal," I stated.

She turned around and looked me. She appeared quite confused. She wiped the tear from her cheek and stepped back towards the bed.

"I know, but you have endured enough," she said.

"A deal is a deal," I reiterated.

"So you are just gonna stay until midnight," she asked.

"That was the deal," I answered.

"I am letting you out of the deal," she responded. "Why would you stay?"

"I don't want any loopholes hurting my girls," I stammered through my busted lip.

She nodded and wiped away a second tear.

"Why are you crying," I asked her.

"I feel bad," she admitted.

"About what," I pressed.

"The way I have acted," she confirmed. "I feel bad that I didn't understand your game. I feel bad that I didn't give myself the chance to be cared for like you care for all of them. Only real love would allowed you to take that beating willingly."

She wiped away another tear before turning her head and composing herself. She turned back to me and I tried to smile at her, but I have no idea what sort of modified Frankenstein that I actually looked like.

"So, what do you want to do with the rest of your time," she asked me.

"Um, it's actually your time," I reminded. "So I am at your mercy."

She let out a small laugh and then smiled.

"There's food outside if you are hungry," she said as she pointed to the main foyer.

"Ok," I accepted. "I need a shower first."

"Sure," she agreed. "I had Lisa put your bag in the bathroom already."

"Thanks," I offered.

Sienna turned and left the room. I rose from the bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom, holding on to things along the way. I found that my balance was a bit off thanks to the shot to head. I also felt very nauseous, which I assumed was due to the mix of a lack of food and the concussion.

I staggered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I climbed in carefully and let the hot water cover me. I closed my eyes as the warmth relaxed my bruised muscles. I had taken a beating. I was not ashamed. I stood there, proud of myself for helping my girls. I felt, at that moment, like the hero I claimed to be. They might never know, but every time I look at any of their beautiful faces, I would know. Sienna was right, I did it for love. I loved them all.

The moment was broken when I heard the shower door open and I opened my eyes. I saw Sienna, completely nude, climb into the shower with me.

"I thought you could use some help," she whispered.

She picked up a small washcloth and began to rub it on my chest gently. She ran her hands over my both with the cloth and soap as the water covered us both. I closed my eyes again and let her have her way with me. I did not have the energy to protest.

She turned me around and continued to wash me slowly and gently, trying hard not to aggravate my injuries. She finished with my groin, paying particular attention to my dick. She washed it clean repeatedly, scrubbing and rinsing me with a special touch. She covered my cock in soap again and began to stroke it slowly. I became instantly hard in her hand.

She pumped my prick slowly, letting the soap and water lube me up. She firmly worked my shaft in her hands and between her fingers. Her touch was gently and her pace was seductive as she worked my rod. I enjoyed it very much and it was not long before I exploded where I stood. I felt streams of jizz burst from my member with great force. It was an amazing release with the most unlikely of partners. I was confused and lost my balance for a moment. Sienna caught me and helped me steady myself.

She stepped out of the shower and I shut the water off. By the time I stepped out, she was gone. I dried myself and pulled fresh cloths from my bag. I cleaned myself up and headed out to the main foyer, where she was seated at the small table, eating. There were several trays of hot food on the long table to my left. I grabbed the extra plate and quickly filled it with eggs and potatoes. I also filled a cup with coffee and grabbed the large thermos to bring to the table with me.

I sat across from Sienna and we ate in silence, though it was not unpleasant. When we were done, we sat there and said nothing. We looked at each other but we were unsure what was left to say. After several more cups of coffee, I stood and pushed my chair in.

"Thank you for the food," I offered.

I moved to the couch on the far side of the room and turned the flat panel television which hung on the wall on. Sienna stood and moved from the table. She planted herself on the far side of the couch from me. We watched television in silence for a while as I flipped through the stations.

"Can I ask you something," she fired at me.

"Sure," I played back.

"Why is my game so different from yours," she asked me honestly and without hesitation.

"You want the truth," I asked for clarification.

"Yes, that would be nice," she insisted.

"Attitude and evolution," I confirmed.

"How do you mean," she asked genuinely.

"Well, Emma's attitude at the start was fun and protection for all of us," I explained. "She has evolved and so has the attitude. We care, not because we have to but because we choose to. We actually like and respect each other within the confines of our rules and situations. It's diverse and honest and respectful. Your game is all about self gain and each of your players view it that way because they see that's how you and Kylie view it. No respect, no caring and a piss poor attitude towards each other."

She digested what I had said for a moment and then looked at me again.

"That was harsh, but honest," she finally responded.

"I know," I agreed.

"How do I fix it," she requested.

"That I don't know," I answered. "I don't know your players all that well, nor do I understand what you want or why you even have this game going, other than to fuck with us. Figure out why you play, what you want and the corrections will be clear."

She nodded and we sat more in silence. I am not sure at what point it happened but I leaned my head back and drifted off. I guessed that I had been out for a while when I opened my eyes and saw the daylight in the room had mostly faded. I was getting a little worried by these long periods of sleep, hoping they were only a by-product of the beatings.

I rose from the couch and began to head for the bedroom where my things were at the end of the hall. I reached the door and pushed it open slowly, still tentative about what might be coming my way. I found the room to be very dark, though I noticed my bag next to the bed. I then noticed that Sienna was sitting on the bed waiting for me. She smiled and stood to greet me.

She looked amazing, wearing only a black lace bra, black lace garter belt that was attached to tan thigh high stockings and black platform stiletto heels with an open toe. I groaned slightly when I saw her as my cock twitched in my pants.

"Hi," she said simply.

"Hello," I replied.

"I thought about how bad Kylie treated you and I decided to really change our deal," she informed me.

"Change it how," I asked cautiously.

"Simple, you get what you asked for after I get what I wanted all along," she said.

"Meaning exactly what," I pressed her.