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Jewel

By: Big_I_929



1PM, another 4 hours of work to the end of the week and the start of a weekend without my menopausal wife around since she, her best friend Laurie and a few of their friends were having a "girl's weekend" at a luxury spa compliments of her employer. I couldn't wait to hit my favorite bar, a very popular local band was playing tonight and there would be a few hot, horny ladies who would be getting drunk and looking for a good time. Buy them a few drinks, use a little charm, take them home and fuck their brains out. Only this time, I would be able to stay the whole night and get a wake-up fuck or blow job instead of leaving after making a couple "deposits", I thought to myself as I stared out the window of my office. I was brought back to reality by my phone ringing.

"Yeah Dee? I asked after hitting the speakerphone button.

"Your wife's on line 3" she said.

"Hello dear."

"No time to explain and no arguments from you. You're going to be babysitting Laurie's niece Jewel while we're gone. We just picked her up from school and dropped her off at our house. See you Sunday night." She rattled and hung up before I could get a word in.

"Fuck" I thought to myself, "there go my plans to get any pussy this weekend."

What am I going to do to keep her entertained all weekend I wondered as I drove home we've babysat for her many times but my wife was also around and she kept Jewel entertained most of the time, I would play some video games with her to give my wife a break. While Jewel is a sweet young lady, the problem is that she is not only slightly ADHD but also has been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. Even though she's a senior in high school, her maturity level is that of someone much younger.

"Jewel, I'm home, where are you?" I shouted as I opened the front door.

"In the family room, Mac. Watching TV." She responded.

I was caught a little off guard as I turned the corner into the family and Jewel came flying toward me and launched herself toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist almost knocking me off balance.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said excitedly, "I'm glad you agreed to let me stay here so I didn't have to stay with my doo-doo headed grandparents."

"You're very welcome" I responded, "now let me go so I can breathe a little."

"I picked up a Pizza for Dinner?" I said.

"What's on it?" she asked.

"Pepperoni and Sausage" I replied.

"That's fine." She answered as she bounced back to the couch.

"Damn," I thought to myself, "when did she develop that sweet looking ass?"

"Get those thoughts out of your mind Mac, your wife and sister Laurie would castrate you if you did anything inappropriate" a little voice inside my head said.

"I'm going to change then we'll eat" I said as I headed to my bedroom to get into something more comfortable than the suit I had on.

Hopefully she go to bed early so I can at least watch a couple porn flix and jack off since I wouldn't be getting any live action this weekend I thought as I slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"Time to eat" I shouted as I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down at the table. My eyes about popped out of their sockets as I watched Jewel skip into the kitchen. Her tits were bouncing wildly and her nipples were poking through her tight t-shirt. She's not wearing a bra I thought to myself as I felt my cock springing to life. While not overly endowed, she did have a nice set of boobs, they might be big enough for a good titty fuck I imagined. Down boy, my conscience told me, that's trouble with a capital "T", get those thoughts out of your mind.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked as Jewel sat down.

"How about a beer like you're having" she stated.

"Not" I replied, "you're not 21 yet."

"My mom lets me have 1 or 2 when we're home alone, even Aunt Kari let's me when I stay over her house."

"I'm not your mom or Aunt Kari" I stated emphatically.

"Pleeeeeease, pleeeeeeeeease, pretty pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease," she whined.

"OK, OK, but you absolutely can't tell anyone. Promise?"

"Cross my heart and Hope to die" she said as she bent over and grabbed a one out of the fridge.

Damn, there's that sweet ass again, what I wouldn't give to hold on to it as I fucked her tight young hole my dirty mind wandering again as my cock sprung to full attention. This weekend is going to me more difficult than I thought, I really need to stop thinking about her like this.

"What would you like to do after dinner? I inquired.

"Could we play some video games and then watch a movie or two?" she responded.

"OK but you can' stay up too late, I need to be up early tomorrow to get some work done."

The rest of the dinner was uneventful and my hard-on had died down by the time we finished.

"You clean up while I get the video game set up." I told her as I walked into the family room.

"Get ready for a butt whipping like usual." she announced arrogantly as she walked in just as I finished connecting all the cables.

"Not this time young lady, I've been practicing and I'm pretty good."

"Yeah, right." She chuckled.

Needless to say, she whooped my ass royally.

"I surrender." I said as I set down my controller.

"The winner and still champ – Jewel Hardy." she shouted as she jumped up and down while spinning around.

Tits, ass, tits, ass, tits, ass both bouncing freely as jumped continued celebrating. I'm surprised I didn't faint from loss of blood to my brain as it rushed to my cock. Thankfully I had placed a pillow on my lap before we started playing so she wasn't aware of my raging hard on.

"Potty break." she exclaimed as she bolted out of the family room.

Thank you I thought to myself, hopefully I'll have time to settle down before she gets back.

"Hey Mac" she said as she came back in the family room, "can you help me practice my dance routine my girlfriends and I are doing for the upcoming talent show at school?"

"I'm a terrible dancer" I stated.

"I don't need you to dance, just spot me as I practice some of the moves, make sure I don't fall over." She explained.

"No problem" I told her as she began pirouetting like a ballerina before stopping and doing a back bend and placing her hands on the floor behind her while her feet remained planted on the floor. Oh, to be young and limber I thought. I was caught totally off guard as she suddenly launched herself upward into a hand stand but went too far and her heel ended up hitting me square on the chin.

"Are you okay Mac?" she asked.

"Yeah, just surprised me." I replied.

"That's why I need to practice and someone to spot me, if you weren't there I would have landed on my butt and that would have hurt. Can I try again?" 

"Alright, you need to take it a little slower though, give yourself a little time to get your balance."

She tried a few more times still going over a little too far before I would catch her by the ankles to stop her from falling. Finally on the 5th time, she did it perfectly.

"Now comes the tough part" she said as she began to slowly spread her legs until she was doing an inverted split, "make sure I don't fall."

I thought I was going to have a heart attack as I watched her legs spread open and her shorts pulled tight across her mound. It took all the control I could muster to keep from grabbing her legs and burying my face between her thighs and licking her through her shorts.

"Thanks Mac" I heard her say bring me back to reality.

"You're welcome Jewel. Why don't you go get ready for bed and I pop a movie in for us to watch."

"Okie dokie, be back in a flash, don't start without me."

Let's see, I began thinking, the movie is about 1-1/2 hours, if I take the Viagra now, I be ready for the porn flix once I get her to bed as I headed to my room to pop the little helper.

Returning, I sat down on the couch waiting for Jewel to return. I was staring out the window, lost in la-la land when I felt her plop down on my lap, her thighs straddling mine and her butt against my crotch.

"Just like when I was little" she said as she wiggled her but and grabbed my hands pulling them around her waist before starting the movie.

Oh fuck, I'm in real trouble now, with her ass pressed against my crotch, it was just a matter of time before my cock would swell and she would feel my hard on. I was trying my best to think of something, anything to prevent this but she just kept wiggling and jiggling, then suddenly began sliding back and forth along the length of my rapidly expanding dick.

Turning her face toward me, I could see this funny look in her eyes. "Wow, your thingy is a lot bigger than any of the boys I know." she remarked as she slid her hand between her ass and my hard-on. "A lot harder too.' Giving it a squeeze. 

"Does it shoot more stuff since it's bigger?"

I was flabbergasted. "How do you know about other boys? I asked.

"When the let me suck on their thingies, dummy." she stated while continuing to stroke me.

"Is that all they do?" I asked curiously.

"Sometimes they play with my boobies but that's all they can do. My mom told me it's ll right to suck them and let the feel me up but that can't touch me down here." She said as she pointed to her pussy. "They can't put their thingies in me either, she doesn't want me to get pregnant before I am married like both she and my grandma did. Plus, now I really enjoy sucking them and I love when they shoot their stuff in my mouth."

"Would you like me to suck on your thingy and let you shoot your stuff in my mouth?" she questioned as she jumped off my lap and began tugging my shorts down without waiting for my answer.

"I could get into a lot of trouble with your mom and my wife if they found out." I tried to reason with her.

"Don't worry, I won't tell. It'll be our little secret." she stated as she got my shorts down enough to spring my steel hard cock free and in a flash had he lips wrapped around the blood engorged head. While I'm not hung like a horse, I am a bit larger than average and Jewel struggled to get more than a few inches into her mouth.

"I hope I don't drown when you shoot your stuff in my mouth" she laughed a little sarcastically before enthusiastically continuing her wonderful blowjob. She's better than most of the 20-30 something ladies I pick up in the bar. It wasn't long before I felt the cum boiling up in my ball and then that familiar tingly feeling as my cock erupted into her waiting mouth, I thought my balls were going to be sucked my dick also as I experienced the most intense orgasm in my life. Looking down, I was surprised that she was able to swallow all but a couple drops.

"Yummy" she said as she licked her lips. "My gosh, it didn't get smaller like the other boys do after they shoot their stuff."

"That's because I'm I man, not a boy." I lied to her thanking the pharmaceutical industry for the little pill I had taken earlier.

Reaching under her arms I lifted her up so that she was standing in front of me. Slowly I started to lift the tee shirt she was wearing as pajamas.

"I guess you want to play with my boobies" Jewel stated as I eased the tee shirt over her head.

"Not only play with them but this" I said as I sucked one of her pink nipples into my mouth feeling it get longer and longer.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH that feels great," she moaned, "nobody's ever done that to me before."

Slowly I let my hands slid down her body and slipped them under the waistband of her panties and started to slide them down.

"No Mac." She stated emphatically grabbing my hands, "I don't want to get pregnant like my mom and grandma."

"Don't worry Jewel, I can't get you pregnant. When men get old like me, they can't make babies anymore." I lied.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"100% positive." I lied again, "Do you see any old people running around with little kids calling them mommy or daddy?"

"Are you going to stick your thingie in me and shoot your stuff in me?" she inquired as she released my hands allowing me to slide her panties down her legs exposing her bald pussy.

"Only if you want me to." I replied while thinking to myself damn right I am. I'm not going to pass up the chance to deflower my 5th virgin.

Standing up, I told her to lay down on the floor.

"Why?" she asked.

"So I can return the favor." I replied.

"HUH?" she inquired.

"Just like you sucked on me, I'm going to lick and suck on you." I answered as I raised her legs to rest on my shoulders and lowered my head closer to her little slit.

"But I don't have a thingie to suck on."

"Yes you do but it's not big like mine." I said as I flicked my tongue across he barely extended clit.

"OH MY GOODNESS." She screamed as her hips bucked wildly off the floor, "That felt weird but wonderful."

"MORE." She shouted as she pulled my head back against her pussy.

Her juices were really starting to flow as I licked her slit and fucked her tight hole with my tongue. I could hear moaning loudly as I took her now fully extended clit in my mouth and started sucking it and flicking it with my tongue.

"STOP MAC, PLEASE STOP, I'M GOING TO PEE ON YOU." She yelled.

"You're not going to pee, just let it go." I told her before clamping my mouth over her hole and rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" She cried out as her first orgasm shook her body and she began squirting her juices into my waiting mouth. 

I held her tightly until her shaking settled down the slowly eased her ass back to the floor.

"What happened, that was absofuckinglutely fantastic."

"You just had an orgasm."

"A what?" she asked.

"An orgasm." I replied, "You know when I shot my stuff in your mouth, that's called an orgasm also. It's also commonly referred to as cumming. It's not really hard for a girl to make a boy or man cum. But a guy really has to know what he's doing and work hard to make his lady cum."

"Is that the only way a guy can make a lady cum, by using his mouth and fingers like you just did?"

"No my little darling, the ultimate is if he came make you cum before him by using his penis or cock inside your vagina or pussy which is called fucking. When you find one that can do this for you, he's a keeper." I laughed lightly.

"Can you make a lady cum by fucking her?" Jewel inquired.

"Every time." I lied.

"Are you sure I won't get pregnant if I let you as you call it fuck me?"

"Absolutely positive!" I lied not wanting to have a condom spoil the feeling of a tight pussy massaging my cock.

"Ummmmmmm, OK, Mac. You can fuck me." She giggled. "What do I do?"

We got up off the floor and I sat down on the edge of the couch with my rock hard shaft pointing straight toward the ceiling and Jewel standing between my thighs.

"Now put your hands on my knees and slowly start sitting down until I tell you to stop." I told a her as I grabbed hold of my cock. Ever so slowly she started inching her virgin hole toward spear. As soon as I felt her pussy come in contact with my head, I grabbed her hips and told her to stop.

"OK, reach between your legs and gently grab by cock and rub it a couple times on your pussy." I said as I felt her wetness begin coating my blood engorged head. "Hold it right there and slowly start sitting down again." I thought I was going to blow my load as soon as my head penetrated her little lips and began entering her hot, tight hole. It took everything I had to stop myself from pulling her down and impaling her fully on my steel hard shaft. I could feel her muscles contracting trying to push the foreign invader out.

"OOOHHHHHH that feels weird but wonderful." She moaned as she worked about another inch of me into her.

"That's it, just take your time. If it starts to hurt stop and wait and until the pains starts to go away then continue."

"Ow, ow, ow" she cried quietly and she took another inch of my dick.

"Just relax a bit and wait a bit." I whispered in her ear as I held her hips tightly to keep her from taking anymore of my shaft in her wildly pulsating love canal.

This slow pace was totally agonizing but I knew if I just slammed myself into her, the pain would be too much for her and she'd jump off me and I wouldn't get to completely deflower her and deposit a nice big load of my sperm laden cum in her deepest recesses.

Suddenly she rose up a little and slammed her ass downward burying me completely inside her. It felt like my cock was in a vice, she was so tight.

"Shit, shit, shit. That hurt almost as bad as when I wrecked my bike and jammed by pussy against the crossbar." she groaned.

"Let me know when it starts to feel better." I told her as I slid my hands up to cup her soft little tits.

"UMMMMMMMMMM" she moaned as I continued to play with her tits with one hand as I slid my other hand down to her bald mound.

"YES, YES, YES." She screamed as my finger found her fully extended clit and began rubbing it.

"It, it, it feels betterrrrrrrrrr." She moaned. "What now?"

"Start moving up and down like this." I moaned as I lifted her up and down a couple times. It didn't take Jewel long before she got into a nice rhythm and was riding my dick like a pro. It felt like a thousand little fingers massaging my shaft and head as she bounced up and down. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer so I resumed my attack on her clit and nipples. Soon, I heard her breathing become labored.

"UH, UH, UH. FUCK PISS SHIT DAMN." She screamed out as her body began shaking uncontrollably in the throes of her orgasm and her scorching hot juices poured out around my shaft, scalding my balls as they dripped down on the floor. 

That was all it took as I slammed up into her, my cock exploding and started filling her with my fertile sperm.

"That was the mostest fantastic feeling I ever, ever had in my entire life." She said gleefully. "Can we do it again?"

"Of course sweetie. Just not right now. You don't want me having a heart attack. We still have the rest of the weekend. Let's lay down and relax for a bit." I said as I started to lift her off my still hard cock.

"Could you just leave it in me while were relaxing? It feels so gooooooooooooooodddddddd." She giggled.

About 15 minutes later she was sound asleep with me still buried inside her. Seeing her sleeping so peacefully brought back memories of two other young ladies I had the pleasure of deflowering – Jewel's grandmother when I was in college and her mother the night of her graduation party. 

Jewel



I had just been separated from the military and took the train to my former community. I say former because my family had moved to another community about fifty miles away while I was in the service.

I wanted to stop in my former community and see a few friends, particularly the wife of the News Agency owner. I had worked for them for a few years before I left for the service and I wanted to continue where I left off with her. 

Jewel was about five feet five and always wore nice clothes to the store. She had a very petite figure and loved me like a son. Actually she loved my cock because her husband had suffered a rather severe heart attack a few years before and the only thing sexual that he could do was to eat her pussy.

But Jewel needed cock too and I was just the one to supply it. It had begun interestingly enough one afternoon when I was mowing their yard. They had a huge yard and had a riding mower to make it easier to mow.

It was a rather hot afternoon and very humid. Typical summer afternoon for Illinois. I was about done mowing when Jewel appeared and told me to come in the house when I finished. 

I wrapped the mowing up and went up to the house. The back door was open, so I went in. I looked around for Jewel and finally hollered her name.

"I'm in my bedroom Johnny." she yelled back. "Come down the hallway to the end of the hall.You'll see me."

I went down the hallway and when I got to her bedroom and saw her, she surprised the hell out of me. She was sitting in an easy chair wearing only a navy blue cut out bra, navy blue six strap garter belt and dark brown full fashioned stockings.

"Surprised to see me like this?" she asked. "I thought you might be hot and need a shower to freshen up. She came over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss.

"You know Bob had a heart attack and can't fuck me anymore. Frankly, I need a good fucking and I want you to do it. In fact, I want you to be my lover." she said. With that, she reached down with both hands and pushed my shorts and boxers down so they fell around my ankles.

"Now I have to pee pee and I want you to watch me as I go. I don't wipe my pussy, so it will be nice and wet for you to lick. Then you can grab a quick shower and get that long uncut cock of yours inside my cunt."

I stepped out of my shorts and boxers and she lifted the toilet lid and squatted down. The pee dribbled out then became a gushing torrent lasting about a minute.

"Now come over here and lick my wet pussy. Then get your shower and get in bed with me." she said.

"If you peed on me, then I get to pee on you." I said. "That is the way animals 'mark' their spot of territory. If we pee on each other, then we belong to one another."

Jewel accepted that theory and laid in the shower. I stood over her and began dribbling on her hairy belly. Suddenly the pee was gushing out of my cock and I was drenching her, pissing all over her body.Soon I was finished and helped her stand up.

"We need to get those wet things off and dry you off a bit, then we will shower together." I told her.

I unfastened her bra and she let it fall to the floor. Next I unhooked her garters and the hooks at the back of her garter belt and it fell to the floor. Jewel sat back on the toilet and I peeled both stockings down and took them off. As I did so, I noticed how much hair was on her legs and thighs.

"Are you not shaving your legs any longer?" I asked.

"No darling. Bob asked me to stop shaving about a year ago. I think he got the idea from your father who let him know that Velma was no longer shaving her pits or legs." Jewel replied.

"Do you shave your pits dear?" I asked.

"No. I don't shave anything anymore. When I am at the store I simply wear a blouse or sweater that covers my upper arms so most people don't know that I have hairy armpits. Several close friends like Velma know, but not many people do." she replied.

"Now get in the shower with me and we will wash each other." I said. I turned the water on and checked to see that it wasn't too hot. Jewel put a shower cap on and got in the shower with me.

I took the soap and scrubbed her back and legs then moved up to her pussy. She had a luxurious growth of flaming red hair and I soaped it once, rinsed it off and soaped it again. The second soaping brought lots of lather to her pussy. Then I moved to her arms and pits and soaped them good.

I handed Jewel the soap and told her to wash me good. She didn't hesitate and went right for my cock and nuts. We finished showering, dried each other off with fluffy towels, and headed toward her bedroom.

"Johnny. I just need a good fucking, so let me suck your cock and get it good and hard, then put it in my cunt and explode inside me." she said.

That said, she put my cock in her mouth and sucked me till I got good and erect. Then she laid back on the bed, spread her hairy legs wide apart, opened her cunt lips and said. "Now put that big motherfucker inside me and fuck me good."

I mounted her and gave her a good fucking. Nice and slow and easy until I could hold off no longer, and erupted inside her wet cunt. She told me to go to her dresser and get a pair of black panties and bring them to her. She raised her legs for me and I slipped them over her ankles. She pulled them up to her cunt so they were nice and tight against it.

"Now I can leak all I want to." she said. "Bob will never know because he hardly ever sees me without clothes on."

So that is how our relationship began. I told her I wanted to see her at the News Agency wearing a garter belt and full fashioned stockings and either no panties or else wear Directoire Knickers. I began fucking her on a regular basis. Sometimes at the store, but more often at her home.

Then I went into the military and was gone for two years. She wrote me regularly and let me know she missed my cock and her being able to suck me off. I told her I would stop by on the way to my new community, but would spend a few days with her.

So I took the train to my former town and went directly to the News Agency. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress and dark stockings. She saw me as I entered the store and rushed up and gave me a huge kiss. Her left hand was also groping for my cock.

"Oh Johnny. I am so glad to see you and I have to go pee right now. Follow me and you can watch." she said.

I followed her to the back of the store where the restroom was located. It was large enough for both of us to be in. Jewel opened the door, then turned to me and said "See Johnny. I was expecting you so I didn't put any panties on today. You can see all the beautiful red hair around my pussy. When I'm finished pissing I want you to eat my cunt then fuck me. But I'm not peeing in the toilet so follow me."

However, instead of going into the toilet, she opened the back door of the store and stepped out. The door opened to a one way alley that was very narrow and was also a one way drive. The store van was parked in the alley blocking the way for any other vehicle to go past it.

She quickly pulled up her dress, sat down on the top step, pulled her cunt lips wide apart and began pissing. Her stream must have shot at least four feet in front of her and sending a line of pee down the alley to a nearby drain.

I watched in amazement at her red bushy haired cunt as the pee shot out. Finally she finished, stood up and said "Would you like to feel my wet pussy again Johnny?"

Of course I did, so I stood beside her and stuck my hand on her very wet cunt and wiped my hand through it a couple of times. Jewel pulled her dress down and took my hand and we went back inside the store.

"Now be a good fucker and go out to the house. I will leave the store in thirty minutes and meet you at the house. I simply must have your long, fat prick stuffed in my cunt this afternoon. It's been so long I've almost forgotten how good it feels when its fucking me." she said.

I kissed her fully on her lips, reached under her dress and grabbed her pussy hair, then let go and left the store.

Thirty minutes later I heard her car pull in the driveway and saw the garage door open. Jewel got out of the car giving me a great show of her dark nylons and bare cunt. She stood beside the car, hoisted her skirt to mid thigh and began dribbling pee out of her cunt lips. At first it was dribbling down her thighs, but finally turned into a surging stream falling to the ground. She finished and pulled her skirt down.

When I arrived at her home, I had immediately stripped off my clothing and taken a nice long warm shower. I took pains to pull my foreskin back and wash my cock good because I knew Jewel would want to suck it.

I had brought a small overnight bag with me and had some nice feminine attire to slip on in it. I chose a very sheer waltz length gown in white. I came down to just below my cock, but Jewel would be able to see it when she came into the house and saw me.

I watched as she walked up to the house. As she walked in and saw me she exclaimed "Oh my God Johnny. Your fucking cock is showing beneath your gown. Help me strip off these clothes so I can get your cock in my pussy."

She pulled her top over her head showing her navy blue bra. I pulled her skirt down so she could step out of it. She was wearing a six strap navy blue garter girdle. As I suspected, her thighs and stockings were wet from pee dribbling down them. Her red cunt hair had droplets of pee on it too.

As I ran my hand through her red cunt hair, Jewel reached under my gown for my cock. She began jacking me off and had me with a full erection in less then thirty seconds.

"Lie down on the floor so I can sit on this big fat fucker." she said. "I need it fucking me so badly. You don't know how much I have missed you not being able to fuck me and suck my cunt."

I laid down on the floor and she straddled me then sat down on my cock as she pulled her cunt lips apart. I completely impaled her and she squealed with delight as she felt my cock go far inside her wet cunt.

"Now fuck me good with that uncut prick." she said. "I need a huge load of your baby batter inside me so I can let it drip and dribble out my cunt tonight."

I began fucking Jewel with nice strokes, in and out. Her cunt walls were wet with her juices as I stroked her.

"Oh Johnny, you don't know much I've missed you fucking me the past two years. I know other men would like to put their cocks in me, but I only want yours. It feels so good right now. Give me a good bath with your seed dear." Jewel said.

I erupted inside her cunt and knew I gave her a good filling of semen.

"Oh. That feels so good." Jewel said. "I have missed you and you pecker so much while you have been in the Army." she said."I'm so glad you are home and can spend time with Bob and me. He will be so glad to see you. He has a regular cocksucker now in Barbara. She loves it when he eats her pussy or sucks her teats. She has a very large clit and Bob loves to suck her off."

"I missed you too. I love your red haired belly and pussy. I love watching you spread your cunt lips when you piss." I told her.

"Speaking of which." Jewel said. "I really need to go and right now."

"Well, why don't you just continue to sit on my cock and see if you can piss ." I told her.

I felt the walls of her vagina contract slightly, then suddenly my belly was being covered by some hot liquid.

"You big horny cock fucker." I told her. "Your hot piss is going all over me and it feels so good. Now lean toward me and let me suck one of your nipples."

"You need to know that while you were away for these past fifteen months, your father has fucked me a few times and Velma and Bob have had a go at it too. Velma sucks his cock and he eats her hairy pussy. Your father is quite the cocksman you know." Jewel said.

"He's got a cock shaped like a scimitar and when he's totally erect, it curves upward. It reached places in my cunt that I never knew were there. Of course, Velma was sucking Bob like there was no tomorrow. He can get an erection and can shoot a load, but he just isn't supposed to exert himself. Well, Velma does all that for him." Jewel continued.

"You know Velma was a virgin when they began dating don't you? In fact, she told me she had never even seen a man's cock. Not even her daddy's or brother's. They had gone to dinner one Friday evening and she had told him to pack an overnight bag in case it got very late. Then he could stay at her apartment. Well, according to Velma it got to be rather late, so she invited him to stay."

"He asked her where he could sleep since she had only one bed and she told him he could use either the sofa or sleep with her. According to Velma, it didn't take him long to decide and she said he began kissing her all over and feeling her teats. She suggested he simply undress her and with that he removed her dress and slip."

Jewel continued saying "Velma told me all she was left standing in was her bra, garter belt, stockings, panties, and high heels. Your daddy told her to slip off her shoes and he peeled her panties down so she could step out of those too."

"He apparently liked what he saw and began playing with the hair on her belly and her cunt lips. Velma told me she unhooked her bra so he could play with or suck her teats.It was then he saw she was mostly undressed and he was still clothed so he unhooked his belt and told her to slip his shirt off, then pull his trousers down."

Velma told me she did what he told her and as she did, his uncut prick popped out of his boxers. She told me she had never expected to see a prick that long and with a foreskin over it. She said your daddy told her to take it in her hand and play with it.

Jewel continued with the story and said. "Velma told him he was still wearing his shoes and socks, so he told her to kneel down and take them off. As she did so, she also pulled his boxers down to his ankles and was no confronted by his cock staring her right in her face. She removed his shoes and boxers, then took his socks off. Not knowing what else to do with his prick, she began stroking it and all of a sudden the foreskin popped back over the head of it."

Jewel told me Velma couldn't think of anything else to do right at the moment so she simply just put your fathers cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. She said he scooped her up by her armpits and told her they needed to get into bed and he was going to fuck her with his cock.

Velma informed him she had never had a man's cock inside her and to be gentle Your father simply told her to spread her cunt lips wide apart and he would slide his prick inside her a little bit at a time. 

Jewel told me that Velma hadn't been prepared for what followed because she said she couldn't get enough of his cock and that they fucked three times that night and again before breakfast the next morning.

"So. You must know your father is more or less known around our little town as a cocks man and the man who seduced a virgin." Jewel said.

"Now I need to pee again, then we need to shower Johnny." she told me.

"Oh you fucking cunt. You've pissed all over my belly again." I told her. "You've got me saturated, so we'd better climb into the shower."

Jewel climbed off me, finally getting my cock out of her cunt. Her red cunt hair was soaking wet as were the tops of her stockings. I just unfastened her stockings and peeled them down her legs. She stepped out of her garter girdle and we headed for the shower.

The shower was a walk in type and as she entered it, I told her to put her shower cap on and sit down on the floor. Pulling the cap on, she sat down and I proceeded to begin pissing all over her body.

"Now you red haired cunt. I'm going to saturate you with my piss then we are going to wash each other. When we finish we can get dressed in some lingerie or we can just slip on a gown and have a drink. Then you can have some more of the peter you crave so much." I told her.

I soaped her all over, paying particular attention to washing her cunt. jewel soaped me and slid my foreskin back to wash the head of my cock. Suddenly, she reached into a small shelf and came up with a bar of soap about ten inches long and shaped like a cock.

"i'm going to spread my cunt lips open and you slip this inside my vagina and twist it around inside. Then I'll fill a douche bulb with warm water and you can stick it in my cunt and rinse me off." she said.

I found it highly erotic, but did as she told me. i knew she got excited because she told me to fuck her good with the soap. Jewel told me that was enough and she got the douche bulb, filled it with warm water and gave it to me. I inserted it into her gaping cunt and squeezed the bulb. The soapy water came gushing out of her cunt.

That done, she shut off the shower, handed me a fluffy towel, and told me to dry her off. When I finished she took the towel and dried me off.

"Now we are going to slip on a sheer waltz length gown and get a nap." she said. She handed me a sheer black gown and when I put it on, it barely cam down to my cock. Her sheer white gown stopped at her lower belly, so I could see all her red hair.

She took me by my cock and led me into the bedroom and told me to lie down on the bed. She got in beside me, curled up, and we were asleep in five minutes.

We had been asleep probably for two hours when the doorbell rang. I nudged Jewel and told her someone was at the door. She got up, slipped on a robe, but before she could get to the doorway, my stepmother, Velma, suddenly appeared.

"Hey Jewel." she said. "The door was unlocked so I just came in. Am I interrupting something?" She asked as she looked at me still on the bed..

"No. We were just taking a little nap dear." Jewel told her.

"Well I'll be damned. It's my stepson John. What is he doing here with you?" she asked. "Giving you that peter of his that you have always wanted?"

"I came over to pick him up and take him home. When you called you told me he was here and on his way home. I guess he's not quite ready to go is he?" she asked.

"Well. that's fine because Mac just left for a convention and will be gone a couple of days. He didn't travel alone though. His red haired whore, Barbara, went with him so he will be fucking her tonight. That means I can stay here and suck Bob's cock while we watch you two fuck each other."

"I didn't think you would be coming over so soon." said Jewel. "We just got out of the shower and were taking a little nap. Johnny doesn't have anything on but a gown. Would you like to see it?" she asked.

"Oh. I'd love to. I want to see how long his cock is after two years in the military. I'm sure he has fucked a few whores while he was in Europe." she said.

With that, Velma came to where I was lying on the bed and pulled back the covers.

"Oh my God. He's wearing a fucking nightgown. And look at his fucking cock." she cried. "That motherfucking thing is eight inches long now. No wonder you wanted to fuck him so badly Jewel. I probably need some of it too."

With that Velma lifted her skirt revealing she was not wearing any panties and showing off her auburn haired belly and cunt. There was plenty of bush and it extended down her thighs.

Jewel asked. "Are you no longer shaving your legs dear? How about your pits? Does Mac have you on a get hairy routine where he wants to see your body hair?"

"Yes. he won't let me near a razor anymore and frankly I love it. I don't have to concern myself with shaving and nicking myself." Velma replied.

"Where are your Directoire Knickers darling?" Jewel asked.

"They're in my bag. I didn't put them on when I started over here. I just put them in the bag in case I needed them." Velma replied.

"Well you won't need them here dear. Bob should be home anytime and I know he will want you to suck his cock for awhile as he eats your pussy." Jewel told her.




Jewel



"Now let's have Johnny stand up so you can see how short his gown is and get a better look at his prick." Jewel said.

I got out of the bed and Velma gasped as she saw how my prick hung down along my thigh.

"Oh God. I need to suck his cock." she said. "But first, I really need to pee pee."

She was wearing a very light control open bottom girdle with four garters that had a puckered material on the front. Velma had a good figure and really never needed to wear a girdle. In fact, she often wore a product called Suspants which was a nylon panty with four detachable trolley style garters. She could wear stockings and they would be held up with the garters.

She took me by the hand and headed for the bathroom. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and sat down on the toilet, spreading her legs as she did. It was then I could see all the dark hair on her thighs and legs. The pee began flowing immediately.

"Oh fuck. I really had to go." she said as the flow continued.

She finally finished and just left her pussy all wet.

"Bob will want to eat me when he gets here and I know he loves the smell of fresh pee, so I won't wipe it." she said.

She dropped her skirt and we went back into the bedroom where Jewel was waiting for us.

"Can you spend the night with us Velma?" she asked.

"Of course. Why go home to an empty house and not have anything to do except look at John's cock?" she answered." We'll fix dinner, have a few cocktails and smokes and then fuck or suck."

"Oh Bob will love you for spending the night with us. He can just eat your pussy to his hearts content. He loves to eat your cunt and have you get all wet while you suck his cock." Jewel said.

"I have a little bag in the car. Let me go out and get it. Then we can have a smoke and I can see John's cock and perhaps watch it get nice and hard for me." Velma said.

About this time Bob pulled in the driveway and Jewel went to the back door and hollered at him.

"Velma is here and has a small bag in her car. Bring it in with you darling." Jewel said.

Bob came in the house, gave Jewel and Velma both a passionate kiss, handed Velma her bag and asked Jewel what was going on.

Jewel replied "Velma came over to pick up John but Mac is attending a convention for a couple of days. She caught us just after we got out of the shower, so we only have gowns on. She's not wearing any panties either, so you can eat her pussy right now if you like. She's also spending the night with us, so she will suck your cock for you a few times dear."

"Oh that's wonderful." said Bob. "I can feel her mouth around my prick right now."

"Then why don't you get your clothes off so I can jack your cock and get it hard, then you can eat my pussy while I suck your cock." Velma told him. "We'll do a real 69 together."

Bob disrobed quickly and was standing in the nude with us. His uncut peter was about five inches long when soft, but his foreskin hung at least an inch over the end of it, making it look like it was about six inches long. 

"I can hardly wait to get my mouth over that foreskin and suck you off." Velma told him. "If you need to piss, you're just going to have to wait a few minutes util I can get you washed. Then I'll help you pee darling."

Velma also disrobed except for her girdle, stockings and bra. She really didn't need to wear a bra as she didn't have much in the way of teats. I had checked her bra sizes a couple of times and she wore a 36B, but could have worn a 36A. The problem with that was that she would have had to shop in the juvenile department to find that size.

However, daddy solved that problem for both she and Jewel by getting their bras custom made by a lady in a nearby town. More on that later though.

Velma unfastened her bra and as she lifted her arms, we could all see a very luxurious growth of hair under her pits. It was obvious she had not shaved them for a long time.

"Alright Bob. It's time for you to get your peter washed." she said "Why don't you two come along and watch." as she took him by the hand and led him away to the bathroom.

Jewel nodded and I took her hand and we followed Velma and Bob to the bathroom to watch the show.

Velma ran a sink of very warm water and got a clean washcloth. She looked a little strange standing in her white puckered girdle, beige stockings, and sling back pumps getting ready to wash her slaves cock.

She soaped the washcloth, then began washing the shaft of his cock. She rinsed that off, then slowly peeled his foreskin back and began washing that off. As she peeled it back, the red head of his prock appeared and she washed that off.

Then Velma set about rinsing the entire length of his shaft with clear water and went through the entire process once again. When she finished, she took a fluffy towel and gently dried his entire cock off paying close attention to not having him ejaculate all over her hand and stockings. Velma then very slowly and carefully pulled his foreskin back down over the head of his cock so it was completely covered by it again.

"Now Bob. If you want to eat my pissy pussy we are finished in here. If you would like to wash my cunt to make it smell good, then you may wash it. I'll tell you I've only pissed once since I washed it before I left home this afternoon, so it's fresh piss on it." Velma told him.

"Let's go. I want to eat and suck your clitoris just the way they are." Bob told her. So he hung the washcloth and towel up to dry and we all headed for Bob's bedroom so he could slip into some sexy lingerie.

As we walked along the hallway, Velma reached between Bob's legs and grabbed his scrotum and began playing with his nuts. We got to his bedroom and Velma immediately went to the lowest dresser drawer. Opening it, she searched for and found a black eight strap garter girdle, a black shelf bra, and a pair of light brown full fashioned stockings with an outline heel.

"Here slave. Just slip into these and no Directoire Knickers. If I'm sucking your cock tonight I don't want to have to pull knickers down to get to it. I want you prick readily accessible for my mouth." Velma told him.

"Yes Mistress Velma." He replied as he pulled the garter girdle up to his belly. He then sat in a chair, carefully folded a stocking down and slipped it on his foot. Being careful not to snag it on anything he pulled it up to his thigh and hooked the front two garters to it. He did the same thing with the other stocking, then stood up again. His seams were nice and straight so Velma helped him fasten the two side and rear garters. Then Bob slipped into the bra and hooked it, adjusting it on his chest as he did so.

Jewel appeared carrying a pair of one inch brown pumps and Bob slipped them on his feet, completing his attire.

"Well, you look like real cross dressing whore to me." Velma told him.

"Yes Mistress. I'm your whore at your command." Bob replied.

"Then slip on a sheer white waltz length gown and go to the kitchen and fix us a large pitcher of extra dry martinis and a plate of snacks. I'm thirsty after all that work and need to wet my whistle." Velma said. "If the martinis are satisfactory, I'll suck your cock for you slave."

Velma said. "Do I need to get into some different lingerie or are my girdle and stockings OK? I have a few other things in my bag if I need to change."

"You look just fine. We can all see your hairy belly and cunt as well as your teats. No need to change into anything else. Besides. Bob won't notice. All he'll want to do is suck your cunt and teats." Jewel told her.

"The martini's are ready. Nice and cold and I've set some snacks out too." Bob hollered.

We went out to the patio and sat down around the table. The patio was shielded from view by many trees around the property, so you couldn't see in.

I sat beside Jewel, who wanted to play with my cock while Bob stood beside Velma.

"Mistress. Is there anything else I can get before we partake of our cold libations?" Bob asked Velma.

"No slave. You may sit beside me and I may play with your long peter while I smoke a cigarette and have my cocktail." Velma told him. "If I need to pee pee I'll let you know so you may help me."

Jewel and I sat across from Velma and Bob and watched as Velma teased Bob by opening and closing her hairy legs so he could see then couldn't see her cunt. Jewel was holding my cock and I felt myself getting an erection. I knew I wanted to shove my rampant cock in Jewels wet cunt again.

Velma told Bob to stand up and hand her his martini. She took it then stuck his cock in it and she gave it back to him.

"Now drink it you cunt licker. That's what is known as a real cocktail." she told him.

Velma drained her glass and told me to pour another one for her. I had a feeling she was going to get intoxicated and get all excited and horny. She lit another cigarette and told Bob to come and suck her nipples.

I could tell Bob was all excited as his cock began to become erect and the head became closer to getting exposed. She took some of her drink and rubbed both nipples with it then told him to nurse her.

Bob began sucking on one nipple, then after a few minutes switched to the other one. 

"That's enough you cunt licker." Velma told him. "I'll want you to lick my cunt in a few minutes. Then I'm going to piss and you can lick it some more."

It was nearly eight o'clock and Jewel had called out for dinner. She put on a robe when the doorbell rang with the delivery. She brought into the kitchen and we gathered our glasses, sat down and began eating. Velma told me to pour her another martini. With that being her third one, I knew she was going to get drunk tonight and suck Bob's cock until he gave her a mouthful of his semen.

Sure enough. As we finished eating Velma said "Bob. I'm going to suck your fucking cock tonight and let you blast off in my mouth. Even though I'd like to have John fucking me, I'll let Jewel have him tonight. Then I'll fuck him tomorrow night after we get home. His daddy and his red haired whore will still be at the convention and I can have him all to myself."

With that Velma stood up, nearly falling as she did so. She grinned at Jewel and me as she told Bob to get up so they could go to bed. But she also told us she needed to pee, so we all went in the bathroom and watched as she sat on the toilet with her stocking clad legs wide apart. The pee began to flow and quickly turned into a gusher. 

When she finished Velma told Bob to get on his knees in front of her and to lick her wet pussy when she stood up. As she stood, she was still dribbling and it ran down her hairy thighs to her stocking tops, getting them wet. Bob got under her cunt and began licking her very wet pussy. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her cunt.

"Oooohhh. That feels so fucking good. Let me spread my cunt lips apart so you can find my pee hole and clit. You can suck both of those too." she said. She continued to press Bob's face into her hairy cunt so he could suck her good. Suddenly she sat back down on the toilet and told him to stand up in front of her.

"Now get that long foreskin covered prick of yours up here in my face so I can suck it for you." Velma told him. She reached for his nuts and then took all the foreskin in her mouth and began nibbling on it. Suddenly she pulled the foreskin back exposing his bright red cock head and began sucking on his exposed cock.

Velma was sucking away with that glazed look in her eyes that indicated she was getting drunk when suddenly there was semen leaking out of both corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin.

"Jesus Christ Bob. Did you have to give me a shower so quickly?" she asked. "I was just getting started and you fucking blow your nuts right away. Now pour me another martini so I can wash your semen down. Then get the dog collar our of my bag. I'm going to have to put it and a leash on you to keep you from disobeying me." she said. "Now crawl over to my bag and them so I can put them on you."

"Fuck you Velma. You're not going to put that fucking dog collar on me and the next time I need to piss, you are going to get drowned with it. I'm going to piss all over you and when I finish, you're going to suck my cock some more. Then I'll give you some pollen to swallow. Now clean my cock off then we are going into the bedroom." Bob told her.

They left and Jewel and I were left to clean up from dinner.

Jewel said "Johnny I need some more of your cock. Just so you know, your daddy has fucked me and this isn't the first time that Velma has sucked Bob's cock. When we used to play bridge at our house, Velma would take Bob into the bedroom and play with his foreskin then suck his peter til he came in her mouth. At the same time your daddy slipped his fat prick in my cunt and had me climbing the walls with it."

"Let's go get in bed. I'm ready to fuck you again." I said.

We headed for Jewel's bedroom and passed by the one where Velma and Bob were bedding down.

"Don't you ever tell me again that I'm going to be your fucking slave you bitch. I may not be able to fuck you, but I can sure as hell blow my nuts off in your mouth. You know you love it when I do that." Bob told her."Now you're fucking woozy because you had one martini too many and i need to piss, so get ready to get all wet. By the time I finish I'll have your fucking girdle and stockings soaked and you'll need a shower or you'll smell like a cheap whore."

"I want to watch this." I told Jewel. "I want to see how he pisses all over her. She'll probably end up having to suck his cock some more too." I said. "I'll bet he doesn't pull his foreskin back when he pisses."

The door was open just enough that we could see them. Bob pulled Velma up off the bed and marched her to the toilet. He told her to sit down and spread her legs apart. He stood directly in front of her and took his cock in his hand and began pissing. He started on her chest and teats, then moved to her belly soaking her girdle, sprayed her pubic hair on her belly, then her cunt and finished.

"Now stick this fucker back in your mouth and suck me again you fucking whore." he told her."Then we're going to get those few clothes off of you and get in the shower and soap each other. I may even stick the bar of soap up your fucking cunt. When we're finished I'll suck your cunt till you climax about four or five times. Then we're going to get some sleep."

He helped Velma take off her stockings being careful not to get a runner in them. Then he pulled her girdle down and helped her step out of it. He turned on the water in the shower and helped her get in, putting a shower cap over her head as he did so. He got in and they began showering.

Jewel and I headed for the bathroom so we could piss, then I was going to give her another good fucking. Then some sleep.

We pissed, then went to her bedroom where I gave her another good fucking and filled her with baby creme. She told me to get a pair of bikini panties out of her lingerie drawer so she could put them in her cunt and not leak during the night.

She slipped them inside her, we kissed, and went to sleep.

Got up once during the night to piss and when I got back in bed with Jewel she wanted me to suck her teats. So I did and she fell asleep while I was nursing her.

Got up about eight o'clock and headed for the kitchen to make coffee. Passed by Bob and Velma's bedroom and they were both sleeping. Jewel told me that Velma wouldn't eat much breakfast, but rather drink a glass of prune juice so she could take a shit.

Velma and Bob came in about thirty minutes later. Velma had put on a black eight strap garter belt and some black nylon stockings. She was also wearing two inch pumps. Bob was nude with his flaccid cock dangling down his thigh. Velma looked like she had just sucked his cock again and I thought I could see traces of semen around the edge of her mouth.

"Good morning everyone." Bob said. "Velma woke up nice and refreshed and she craved my cock again so I gave her some protein in the form of warm semen to start her day. You did enjoy your little drink didn't you dear?"

"Yes Bob. You know I love sucking your fucking peter as well as being pissed on by you." Velma replied. "I was thirsty this morning so I wanted your cock back in my mouth."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed your morning cocktail. Now you may have your prune juice, then take a good shit for yourself. Perhaps your son will wash you ass hole for you when you are finished." Bob told her.

We sat down to a breakfast of orange juice, French toast, syrup, sausage, and coffee except for Velma. She had a glass of prune juice and coffee. She lit a cigarette and drank her breakfast while we ate ours.

"Jewel, did Johnny give you a good fucking last night?" she asked.

"Of course he did darling. I just love having his fat cock deep inside my vagina, pounding my clit as he fucks me. He filled my cunt so full the first time last night I had to stuff a pair of panties in my cunt to keep from leaking it away all night. When we got up to piss about two o'clock this morning I stroked his cock again and he mounted me a second time. He flooded me again. Just before we got up he fucked me a third time and spewed some more baby creme inside me. That's why I have a pair of bikini panties stuffed inside my cunt." Jewel replied.

We chatted, drank some more coffee, smoked a couple of cigarettes, then Bob said he needed to dress so he could go to the News Agency for at least the morning. Velma and Jewel had another cup of coffee and I cleared the table and rinsed the dishes.

Bob told us good bye and left for the store. Velma said it was time, so the three of us went into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, spread her legs wide apart, and very quickly took a shit. She wiped her ass then just as quickly flushed the toilet to keep the odor to a minimum.

I ran a sink of medium hot water, got a washcloth and soap along with a small towel. Velma stood up and bent over to touch her toes.I soaped the washcloth, washed her asshole, rinsed it off, then washed it again. I rinsed it a second time then dried it off.

"All done." I told her. She turned toward me and gave me a big kiss on the mouth.

"Thank you darling. You are so kind. Mac won't do that for me." she said.

"Now let me get dressed while you and Jewel have a final tete d'tete, then we must leave. With your father gone for a few days, I need to run the store and you may help.." she said.

She went to dress and Jewel got on her knees, stuck my semi erect cock in her mouth and proceeded to suck me to a climax, where I flooded her mouth with baby pollen.

Then we both dressed and by that time Velma was prepared to leave. I kissed Jewel good bye and told her I would call her the next week so we could get together again."

To be continued.



Jewel, Britney, & I



Note-As you may have guessed, this is a reworking of :What a Jewel Ch.3." For some odd reason I was not very impressed by that submission.

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"UH, Jewel. What did you want?"

The lovely singer realized she was staring at the teen. "I, um, sorry." the folk singer walked inside of Britney's trailer and passionately kissed her.

Before the door hit me, I opened it with my palm.

The Alaskan beauty stuck her tongue inside the gorgeous teenagers mouth. With both hands, she fondled the singers lovely massive breasts.

In return, the Louisiana native grabbed Jewel's huge boobs.

I unzipped my fly and grabbed a hold of it.

Finally, the 2 beauties kiss broke. Jewel was the first to speak, "GOD, I want you," she panted through gasps for breath.

Britney grabbed the straps of her shiny black dress and pulled it off. She looked AMAZING naked. Beautiful waist and hips. giggling breasts, and a GREAT ass. Not very firm, but not a bubble. She seductively walked over to me and grabbed my cock. "OH, he's ENORMOUS! I WANT IT!" The pop princess found the zipper and pulled it down. Then, in one quick motion, my Jeans were on my knees.

I kicked them off.

Jewel was busy slowly kissing down the Grammy winner. Finally, she stopped at her ass.

"Oh, yeah. Kiss my ass."

At last, Britney pulled off my boxers. "Suck it, whore," I hissed.

The beautiful young women extended her back until she was on her hands and knees. The teenager stuck out her tongue and licked the pre-cum.

"OH, yeah. Lick my cock."

Jewel was squatting behind Britney and was lapping her pussy.

With one fast gesture, Britney had my whole rod inside her wet mouth.

"OH, fuck. Suck my dick, fucking slut. Make me cum in your mouth. Yes. Fucking nasty bitch. I LOVE hearing you slurp my cock."

SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!

Jewel was frantically licking at Britney's wet cunt.

SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!

With each invasion of her pussy, the lovely women was lapping my member with tremendous ferocity.

"OH, GOD! SUCK ME, Britney. FUCK, YEAH!! I'M CUMMING!!! My massive orgasm erupted inside the beautiful singer.

Britney also was cumming in Jewel's mouth.

I saw a huge juicy film wash over the folk singer.

"I want that nasty pussy." 

The teenager sat flat on her back.

The beautiful yodeler put her leg up and place her cunt in front of Britney.

"SUCK IT BITCH!" she ordered.

The pop singer stuck out her tongue and licked Jewel's box.

I, on the other hand, positioned my cock inside her. Then, I shoved it all in.

"Yeah, your wet pussy feels GREAT around my cock. Suck that nasty whore," I hissed, as I watched Jewel hump Britney.

"OH, SUCK MY CUNT, NAUGHTY FUCKING SLUT!!!" Jewel commanded. "I LOOVVE IT!! YOUR SOO NASTY!! LICK ME!!!"

I was also in heaven. YESS! FUCK!! I'M GONNA CUM! I LOVE IT!!! 

With every word, Britney thrust her used pussy on my erection.

"FUCK, YEAH!!! I'M CUMMING!!! Just then, I unloaded a wad of my filth into the georgeous teenager.

At the same time, Jewel was cumming. "OH, EAT ME!! I'M CUUMMINGG!!! She watered Britney's mouth with her juicy film. She turned to me and passionately kissed me. Grabbing my head, she popped her tongue in my mouth. "My turn," she smiled. The beauty got on her hands and knees, and awaited my hard-on.

Britney stood up and was frantically pumping her pussy with 2 fingers as Jewel watched. "SUCK ME, NASTY SLUT!" she insisted.

I shoved my entire length inside Jewel, and that shoved her tongue into the star.

"YEES! LICK ME CUNT! MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!" The teen was massaging her own luscious breasts. "SUCK IT BITCH!!" Britney then grabbed her hair and yanked it, HARD! 

The singer eyed the beauty, as if saying, "I LOVE IT! TREAT ME LIKE A WHORE!!!"

I was EXTREMELY HOT!! In the spur of the moment, I swatted Jewel.

SPANK!

"UMPH!"

I took that as enthusiasm. SPANK! Her as was nice and soft on my hand. It giggled with every hit. I gave it one last swat. SPANK! 

Her boobs were giggling wildly under her and Britney squeezed them. "SUCK ME!!! EAT MY PUSSY!!! YESS! I'M CUUMMINGG!!! Britney washed her juice down Jewel's throat. "AHH!" 

I, too, was on the verge of exploding. "OH, GOD! I'M CUMMING! FUCK!" My massive slim spilled down Jewel's chute.

What next? I thought.



Jewel of Eros



Alec said, “Darling, for the next five days on this island, I want you to act out a fantasy as Thalia and be as erotic and promiscuous as you see fit. And, if you agree, I will do the same. But when we return home then we must go back to being just ordinary Alec and Jeanine Jameson, parents of two wonderful kids, and enjoy our life and love together within our traditional rules.”

I never felt more in love with Alec than at that moment. I am so lucky to have such a husband, lover, and best friend like Alec. I knew that the next five days were going to be filled with many new sexual surprises, but I never doubted for a moment that our lives were bound to each other, and Alec would love only me. 

Alec and I snuggled some more on the beach that afternoon, until Olympe and Ari interrupted us, saying that it was time to go, before we got sunburned. We redressed, gathered up the towels and blankets, and carried them back to the house. There was a fresh water shower under the deck, but the water heater was on the fritz. Of course, Alec had to play the handyman again. We persuaded him to let it wait until the next day, and, to conserve hot water, the four of us rinsed off together. Fortunately, with the water running, no one could see how wet my pussy got from the men’s back scrubbing and soaping of my breasts and ass. 

Ari caught me staring at his partially erect cock as we toweled off. I felt flattered that I could still do that to a man. I was feeling so good about everything. All my fantasies about this holiday, Greece, and myself seemed to be coming true. Impulsively, I reached up and pulled Ari’s chin down to my lips. 

“Oh, Ari! This day has been supremely wonderful,” I exclaimed. “Alec and I have been blessed by the gods for you coming into our lives. I am as happy as a little girl with a dozen Christmases wrapped into one day.” 

He returned my kiss, and whispered in my ear. “Alec is a very fortunate man, Thalia. With each passing hour, another petal of your rose is unfolding from bud into blossom. It pleases me immensely that I can be an instrument for your island pleasure.” 

We went no further, and I wrapped a towel around myself and went inside to dress for dinner. I baked the whole fish, along with fresh fruit and a greens salad. We drank two bottles of a fruity white wine that Olympe had selected for the main course. After the fish, we had baklava for dessert, and drank ouzo while sitting on the deck watching the sun sink like a flaming red ball into the Aegean Sea. 

The resulting darkness changed the spiritual as well as the visual mood. We who live in cities never see how many stars there are. With the total blackness of the island night, it was as if stars were spilling out of some infinite bucket, and showering down upon us. The effect was incredible. All four of us were quiet, thinking private thoughts. My own were focused on Ari. I wanted him in the worst way, but I was struggling with how to make the first move, with Alec there with me, as well as Olympe. 

I decided at that moment to communicate to Ari, Olympe, and Alec that I was ready for a complete sexual adventure. I said that I had something important to say. 

“While I was preparing supper, I realized that what is going on between us four at the moment is normal adult sexual attraction. Ari, it must be obvious that I want you, and I know Alec wants Olympe. I think that you and Olympe feel the same. Yet, Alec and I are bonded by love, as you are with Olympe, Ari. I propose that we have sex with each other as openly as we wish, but we reserve the bedrooms for only our loved ones. I can’t speak for Alec, but for me, that way I can satisfy my appetite for new sexual adventures, without jeopardizing the special bond I have with my husband. Can you understand what I’m trying to say?” 

Ari stared at me in fascination. “Thalia, you are a pearl beyond price. In all my married years, I have struggled with reconciling love inside a relationship, and sex outside of it. Of course we will respect your feelings. Olympe and Alec, I strongly urge you to follow the same rules as Thalia. Then, we will depart from this island wonderfully refreshed and without a shred of doubt or guilt. Thank you, my darling Thalia, for being so wise and generous.”

Alec was also understanding. “Thalia, darling,” he whispered to me. “Let the Greek moon and stars play their magic with its goddesses. I want you and Ari to pleasure each other, right now. Do it, not only for yourself, but for me. And Olympe and I will do the same.” Alec kissed me once more, then left with Olympe to go into the great room. 

After Olympe and Alec were gone, Ari pulled my body toward him for a kiss. I felt his tongue on my lips, and opened my mouth eagerly to revel in its touch with my tongue. He nibbled my lower lip while he gently unbuttoned my dress. We parted so that he could slide my dress over my arms, letting it fall to the floor. His hands were warm and soft on my breasts, sometimes massaging them, sometimes teasing and pinching my nipples. 

I felt myself getting wet, and I wanted him to see me naked, so I took off my panties. I kissed him again, and placed one of his hands over my pussy. I felt an electric shock when he began to rub my mound and tease my labia. While he was touching me, I took off his shirt and unzipped his slacks to slip my hand under his shorts. I squeezed his cock and felt it hardening under my grasp.

“Take off everything,” I said. “And let this courtesan from Xirokis pleasure you and fuck your brains out.”

Ari’s eyes brightened with desire, and eagerly let me undress him. I told him to lay back on the chaise. Kneeling between his legs, I cupped his balls with one hand, while I stroked and squeezed his stiffening cock with the other. I began giving him light kisses and tongue licks all over his body, beginning with his neck and ears, sliding down from his nipples to this stomach, to hairy groin, and finally, the tip of his cock. 

“You are a delight, my lovely Thalia. Now, please do my cock with your mouth,” he whispered.

I was willing to do anything for Ari at that moment, in gratitude for his opening the door to my new sensual life. I knelt over his legs and admired his full and beautiful erection before it filled my mouth. I felt my insides getting that tingly, warm feeling, and I moved my head up and down energetically to have my mouth fuck his cock. At the same time, I tickled his nipples, which I would do to quickly get Alec to his peak. 

It had the same effect on Ari. I heard him moan with delight, and felt his hips thrust his cock up and down in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I worked him over even harder and faster, willing him to come in my mouth. Both of us were so into our own intimacy that we forgot that my husband and his mistress were nearby.

“Oh, God, that feels good, darling!” Ari moaned. “Oh, just like that, please.”

I could feel Ari’s fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my mouth up and down on his swollen and throbbing cock. Then, with a loud groan, he ejaculated into my mouth. He came so much that I gagged and had to let his cum run down my chin and neck. I jerked my head back in reflex, exposing his engorged cock just as he came once more, and his cum splashed onto my nose and hair. I didn’t care. I was making my man happy. By using my hand, I managed to milk one last spurt from Ari, this time spraying my breasts.

Ari lay back on the lounge, drained from his orgasms. I continued to kneel over his legs, with my face and chest still dripping from sweat and his cum. He looked adoringly into my eyes, smiled gratefully, and began rubbing his cum around my breasts and nipples. It felt wonderfully cool on my skin, which was tender from the afternoon in the hot sun. He indicated that he wanted me to lie beside him, our bodies lying spoon fashion and his arm draped over my middle. His fingers were gently tickling my labia, which felt awfully good. Ari’s cock was pressed against my ass, but I could feel that it was still flaccid. I closed my eyes, and relived the happy moments of the day.

In about fifteen minutes I felt Ari’s fingers playing more vigorously with my pussy. Because I was lying on my side, with my legs closed, he was struggling to locate the opening of my labia, to make contact with my clitoris. His cock was getting hard, and he rolled so that it fit between my ass cheeks. I smiled to myself, knowing that he was unsure how he was going to get me aroused. I was in no hurry, and I let him fumble and try to get into my vagina from the rear, with some better results. All the while, a yearning sensation of desire was gradually building up inside of me. Finally, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

“Is this what you want, lover?” I whispered, as I took two of his fingers and inserted them between my labia, near my clitoris. “I want you to kiss and suck my nipples and get me all excited.”

Ari responded by sliding down between my legs and using his hands and tongue in just the right places, with just the right pressure. Very quickly my pussy was sopping wet from his fingers tormenting my clitoris and g-spot, and my nipples were swollen and hard from arousal. Over the years, I had tried to control making lovemaking noises for fear of waking the children. Here, it was unnecessary, and I let myself loudly moan and verbalize. Ari loved my wantonness, and he dedicated himself to lifting me to my peak. 

“Oh, God, that feels good,” I exclaimed. “I want you to fuck me. I need cock in me right now. Please, Ari, shove your lovely cock into me.”

The tiny island in the middle of the sea made the night as dark as it could be. Even as close as we were, I could not see what Ari was doing, only feel and become more aroused. I felt his hands grab my ankles and lift my legs over his shoulders, spreading my vagina as open as it could get. Then I felt the head of his cock bumping against my upper thigh, searching for that orifice of passion. I grabbed his cock and gasped at how swollen and throbbing it was, noticeably larger than Alec’s. The sensuality of the islands was heightening Ari’s pleasures as well as mine. I probed the head of his cock, until it fell into my hole. Immediately, Ari thrust forward, and because I was so wet, his cock slid in almost to his full length. I used my vaginal muscles to squeeze against the shaft that had penetrated me.

“Oh, yes!” he whispered. “Oh, Thalia, your pussy makes my cock feel so good. You were born to be fucked.”

“Then do it, lover! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Keep going! Don’t stop!”

My verbal urgings got louder and louder, matching the fires that had ignited deep within me. With each successive thrust, I got closer to my peak, until, at last, I reached my climax, and screamed so loud it frightened me.

Ari put his hand over my mouth to muffle more screams, but continued to pump his throbbing shaft in and out of me. He was not gentle, but I was beyond caring. I only wanted him to fuck me to release me from this tremendous buildup of passionate tension, and let me have another orgasm. I dug my nails into his back, tickled his nipples, and even inserted my finger deep into his anus. Ari rammed away at me, and I was perspiring all over my body, begging him to fuck me more, harder, deeper, any way he could.

At last, I felt myself go up and over the top, and a wave of several orgasms boiled out of me. I tore Ari’s hand away from my mouth to let me scream with pleasure, and my hips were literally bouncing off the cushion to keep him pumping into me. With my third orgasm, my clitoris and vagina were very sensitive to touch, but my mindset ignored the pain. I was Ari’s courtesan at that moment, and he had me for as long as he wished. With as much determination as I have ever had about anything, I wanted him to say later that this was the fuck of his life. 

“Deeper into my ass, go deeper with your finger,” Ari moaned, all the while bucking his hips in rhythm with mine. “I’m coming, don’t stop! Oh, God, oh, God, here it is!” he bellowed, just before I felt his cock spasm irregular throbs, and his cum gushed into my vagina. I moaned from the pleasure of feeling his cum washing my vagina, and I lay back and savored Ari’s secondary ejaculations.

He collapsed exhausted on top of my body, his chest heaving with deep pants and gasps. I left my finger in his anus to try to keep his erection, because his cock felt so good in me. Gradually, it softened, and Ari’s breathing became more regular. He withdrew from me, and I involuntarily whimpered my disappointment.

“Oh, Jesus, were you good, Thalia,” he whispered tenderly, before giving me a full-tongued lingering kiss.

I rolled out from under him, and let him lie on his back. I crawled down to nestle my face on his belly, and began to lick his belly, balls, and cock. The dampness and aroma of sex was all over his body, my face and pussy, and the chaise cushion. I got up and groped for my dress. I used it to gently dry off our bodies, and then spread it over the wet spots on the cushion. When finished, I pushed three fingers into my pussy, drawing them out soaked with our fluids, and put them under Ari’s nose to sniff, then lick clean.

We lay together for about another hour, touching, teasing, and whispering as sharing lovers will do. I looked at all the stars and listened to the breeze through the cypress trees play harmony with the waves washing the beach. Ari stirred, and kissed me on the lips, signaling that our idyllic time together was over for that day.

“Come, my beautiful Thalia,” he whispered. “It is time that I return you to your true love. Our hearts, minds and bodies have shared much today, and we will share more tomorrow.”

“You have made me feel so wonderful, Ari. Thank you for all you’ve given me. All that I can give in return is the pleasure of my body.”

We went into the great room and found Alec and Olympe lying together, naked, in front of the fireplace. Ari went over to them, and lifted Olympe off of Alec with his hand. 

“Come, my pet,” he said. “Give Alec a good night kiss, and then we will be off to bed. You can dream how pleasant this week has been, since you’ve been fucked by not only your husband, but also two other men.”

She grinned. “Actually, darling, it’s been three other men. I had to give a tip to your very handsome pilot of your private plane, while you were talking business just after we landed on Spanika.”

Olympe and Alec kissed each other good night, and Ari and I did the same. Alec and I then went to my bedroom. It felt strange at first to lie in bed with my husband, each of us smelling of sex from another person. But then our aromas blended together, like a stew of fragrant spices. I licked Alec’s belly and cock, tasting Olympe’s musky aroma and Alec’s salty cum. Alec reciprocated, and he tasted Ari and me when his tongue probed my vagina and licked my clit. Amazingly, I was now hungry for Alec, even after the stimulation and pleasure of a new sex partner earlier in the evening.

“Alec,” I whispered. “Thalia had wonderful sex with Ari, but now Jeanine wants her man to make love to her. Do you have anything left, or did Olympe drain you dry?”

He didn’t even try to reply verbally. His affirmative response was pretty evident when his hard cock slid into my vagina, as he fucked me spoon style. He came just a little, but feeling his seed spurt into me created such a warm, loving feeling that washed through my insides. I was elated to realize that Alec and I could enjoy sex with other partners, and immediately return to making love with each other.

* * * * *

By the time I finished telling Katherine and Elena about the day I met Aristotle Themopodis, the hen party discussion was degenerating into a grownup version of talk at a teenagers’ sleepover. 

“So you and Alec had a great time screwing Ari and Olympe under the stars,” Elena laughed. “How I envy you. Do you think it would work for Dennis and me if we snuck into the U Penn planetarium and got laid under their stars?”

You would have had to been there (and also know Dennis) to understand why that remark made us double over with laughter. We all decided that too much champagne and hysterical laughing was paining our sphincters and bladders, so we called a timeout for a ladies room break.

Upon returning, we foolishly poured another glass of champagne for ourselves. Katherine leaned back in her office chair.

“You’ve said dozens of times that you learned from Ari as much about business management in five days than you did in a one year at Wharton,” she said. “Are you telling me that you and he WORKED that week, as well as play? On that beautiful island?”

“We did both, Katherine,” I replied, indignant at her insinuation about Ari’s and my relationship. “In fact, I was his office assistant by the afternoon of the second day.”

Elena laughed, and said, “This I got to hear.” 

* * * * *

Well, on the morning of the second day, I was the first one up. After a tepid shower, I put on panties, a white sundress and sandals before going to the kitchen. By the time the coffee was brewed and the flaky rolls came out of the oven, the other three were also showered, shaved, and dressed. The table was rectangular, with two chairs on each long side. I don’t think anyone consciously did it, but the seating arrangement ended up with Ari and me on one side, and Alec and Olympe on the other. We must have known that was to be the partnering for the day.

Alec started the conversation rolling by insisting on fixing the water heater, complaining that he took the fourth shower with no hot water. He also recommended the motorboat’s fuel filter needed a permanent repair, jesting that even a boat can’t wear the same panties for many days. He gulped down his breakfast, and went to work.

Olympe laughed at Alec’s eagerness to get going. After fifteen years with him, I was not surprised. Ari asked me to tell him more about Alec’s new company, and what it does.

“My bank is always looking for promising investment opportunities,” he mumbled, with a mouthful of croissant.

I began to explain that Alec and four other computer engineers make hardware and software for wireless computers.

“Ah, yes, computers,” he said. “My business has become dependent upon it – e-mails, spreadsheets, money transfers, and what have you come into my computer at my office daily. But I am, what you say? Illiterate. I have an assistant who does the computer stuff. I do the thinking. Already this morning, I am regretting that my assistant is not here. When I do not reply to e-mails and reports quickly, it is a dead give-away that I am away, and the jackals begin to come into my village, as they say.” 

“Alec and I could set you up with a wireless laptop PC system right here, and I could act as your assistant, if you trust me with your passwords. You think, I type.”

Ari’s eyes widened. “You can do such a thing? Won’t they know then where I am? Could that possibly give away that Olympe is with me? There are people who would enjoy causing a scandal for her husband.”

“To the outside world, you would appear to be right in your office. It’s really rather simple.”

Ari rose from the table. “Let’s go see if Alec needs something to fix the heater, Thalia. Then we go get this wireless system, and you help me control my business and peace of mind.”

Alec is either very good or very lucky, because at that moment, he returned with a rusty and grimy piece of pipe.

“Your heater is OK, Ari, but this hot and cold water mixer is a piece of shit. You really need a new one. I can install one, but do you know where they sell any around here? By the way, I had to shut off the entire water system. We can’t even flush the toilet right now.”

Ari said, “Come, we will solve all our problems in one trip to Niasandrokos. It is about 150 kilometers from here, but I will borrow my neighbor Teo’s cigarette boat. We’ll make it there in less than two hours with it. Olympe, get dressed quickly. You can go clothes shopping, or buy a nice bauble. The rest of us have important things to buy. I’ll meet you at the harbor in fifteen minutes, after I get the keys from Teo.”




Jewel of Eros



You soon learn not to argue when Ari has made up his mind. We were waiting for him at the boat dock when he trotted up, displaying a set of keys.

“Teo says there is plenty of gas. All we need is ice and drinking water. I’ll take care of that. Alec, why don’t you drive? It’s the black and silver one over there.”

He tossed the keys to Alec and nodded his head in the direction of the boat. I recall seeing pictures of the first President Bush riding in a boat like that, and thought it was somewhat excessive. But, up close, the damn thing looked like it was a block long, with four seats way in the back. When Alec started the engines, I swear he got an erection. Men’s toys, what can I say. But when he got out of the harbor, and shoved the throttles full, I freaked out. We were going so fast, and I was so scared, I curled up in the fetal position all the way to Niasandrakos. After we tied up, I literally ran to the nearest comfort station.

The other three caught up with me, and Alec was still on his speedboat high, jabbering to me like a kid coming off a roller coaster ride. Ari stood behind Alec and grinned at me while making circles around his ear. I demanded that we have some coffee to calm my nerves before we went anywhere.

The latte did the trick, and while sipping it, Alec and I discussed with Ari what wireless PC system made sense for him, and I made a list. Ari inquired from the waiter at the café where a plumbing supply store was located, and ordered Olympe to go with Alec to translate. The idea of shopping in Olympe’s mind was not for plumbing, but she finally relented, and we split up in pairs, climbing the stairs from the harbor to the main streets. Ari had explained that Niasandrakos was the island of choice of the nouveau riche, be it Greek, American, or Arab, but I was unprepared for this.

The best way to describe Niasandrakos is to imagine Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills and the tackiest streets of Tijuana, Mexico, being tossed together and dropped into a Greek fishing village. It is the Yellow Brick Road for any black belt shopper. Everything from swanky dress shops to adult video stores, with franchises thrown into the mix as well. Curiously, the best computer store was on the end of the block where most of the high-fashion women’s clothing, shoe stores, and jewelry shops were located. I now forgave Alec for his ridiculous enthusiasm for anything that roared and went like hell. Clothes are my hot button. Ari was very patient and indulged my pausing at each mannequin in the window and drooling. Finally, though, he had enough.

“Thalia, my dear. Let’s look at computers now. When Olympe returns from buying a mixing valve, she will demand total satisfaction, and that means pretty things. She’ll take you back here.”

The computer store had Alec’s first choice in wireless laptops, and they could set us up with multiple cordless phones connected to a common satellite cellular base station. It wasn’t on Alec’s list, but as an afterthought, I recommended that we get a printer/scanner/fax machine as well. The salesman asked if we needed any software, and I asked Ari to indulge me by getting a popular digital camera photo-processing package. I explained that I wanted to try to use his camera on the telescope on his deck. He nodded, and it was added to our collection of boxes. I don’t think Ari ever carries his own packages. He demanded that our stuff be delivered to the boat.

We walked on the opposite side of the street on the way back, and I couldn’t contain myself. In a women’s dress shop window, on a mannequin, was the quintessential female power suit. A midnight blue fitted jacket with pearl buttons and slightly padded shoulders over a skirt with hemline a few inches above the knee. God, it was gorgeous.

“You know, Ari,” I sighed wistfully. “With the right pair of shoes, any woman who walked into a business meeting in that suit would have the men agreeing to almost anything she proposed. It just speaks volumes that this gal has it all together.”

He was silent for a few seconds, obviously thinking. “Then I want you to buy it now,” he commanded. “It just may come in handy while you are my assistant. Can you find the shoes you say completes the outfit?”

I argued that he was being too generous, but he insisted, and I now have a drop-dead gorgeous business suit with shoes to match. Alec and Olympe were waiting when we arrived at the pier with our packages. I had worried about where to put our stuff on the way over, but was astonished to see Alec open two doors in the cockpit and stow all the boxes. Later, I asked Alec what the storage lockers are normally used for. He said large quantities of cocaine, and laughed.

We strafed the shopping strasse once more, only this time I went with Alec, seeking take home souvenirs, while Olympe dragged Ari once more into the dress shops. Alec and I settled on Greek fisherman caps (made in Bulgaria) for our fathers and sons, a hand knit sweater for my mom, and a lovely Majolica sangria pitcher in a bright blue, yellow, and green design for my mom. Rendezvousing at a little café, we compared purchases. Ari won. He had placated Olympe with a dress and a set of hammered gold bracelets. By now, I estimated that Ari’s credit card balance that morning would rival our home mortgage.

Both Ari and Alec insisted that we get on back to Xirokis, so that the water heater and wireless home office system could be assembled and installed. Once in the villa, Alec went straight to work on the water heater, and managed to not get us blown up. Meanwhile, Ari and I unpacked his new laptop, and I installed the software and then logged in to his company’s network. He told me his password, and bingo! There were all his e-mails. The message said there were 23 new messages.

I turned around to look at Ari, my terminal glasses perched on my nose. I asked him if he wanted to read them now. If ever I had seen the male equivalent of the Mona Lisa smile, it was then.

“No, Thalia. You read them and tell me which are the most important ones, and what actions I should take. Meanwhile, I am going to test Alec’s new water heater by taking a shower.”

He left me alone with his private messages, and I thought, ‘that was bullshit about testing Alec’s heater. He’s testing me.’ I was determined to show him a woman could handle his business, so I did as he directed. When he returned, I showed him my priority order, and made comments about some of the contents, the sender’s positions, and how to get additional information.

“Well done, Thalia,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Very well done indeed. Now, I want you to use the new phone system, and call this person.” He handed me a business card. “Speak only Greek, even though the person you will talk to is Italian. You must say that you are my new assistant, taking over for my permanent one for a week. Then you put him on hold, for me to speak to him. However, you listen in.”

I did as directed, and a man answered, speaking in Greek with a terrible Italian accent. I explained that I was Ari’s temporary assistant, and then put him on hold. Ari deliberately made him wait for over a minute, then began talking. The gist of the conversation was that the Italian needed a face-to-face meeting with Ari as soon as possible, because his partners were becoming impatient to close the deal. 

Ari agreed to meet with them two days from now, in the afternoon on Spanika island, which was convenient to both parties. Just before hanging up, Ari surprised me by telling the Italian that he was bringing his new assistant to the meeting. He smiled at me, and kissed the back of my neck.

“Isn’t it provident that the fates dictated that we buy that suit today?”

What happened at that crazy meeting is a whole story in itself. Let me finish telling you what it was like to be Ari’s business assistant.

After dazzling Ari with my computer and language skills, for the remainder of the week, I was put to work with Ari’s computer. As I said, Ari is very disciplined and a multi-tasker of the first water. It was easy for him to handle business affairs without conceding any time with Olympe, which was his primary purpose of being on the island. He also entrusted a lot to me, which was quite ego flattering. 

The best time for the beach was in the morning, when it was less hot, so we adopted the routine of going there after breakfast. Once booted up, I would download Ari’s new e-mail, send his replies, execute tasks as he directed and note any other items that I felt he should know about. Ari had dropped the flaps on his tent on the beach to provide shade for the laptop monitor. It also offered privacy for adult recreation, which was apre lunch activity. 

What I did really amounted to being Ari’s PC typist, but it let me observe a real pro at work. My own work habits and efficiency have greatly improved since then, but I’ll never reach the class of that man. I wish that every cubicle drudge could sometime have the opportunity I had that week. Talk about your ultimate casual dress code: terminal glasses and sun blocker. Can you imagine sitting cross-legged in a beach chair, stark naked with a laptop resting on your thighs? Ari usually sat next to me, reading printouts or books, but sometimes he had to read the screen with me. That was when it was difficult for me to remain focused. 

We found that the most practical way to share the screen was for me to put the PC on Ari’s lap, and I read over his shoulder, sometimes reaching around him to type on the keyboard. My bare breasts would be touching his back, and I would stare into his groin to see the monitor. Once, on the third day, he felt my nipples harden, and he chuckled, turned around and nibbled on them. The PC in his lap tilted to one side as his penis grew with an erection. Seeing him getting aroused was too much for my self-control. I reached around him and hit the keys to make the PC go into sleep mode. Then I shut its screen lid, and placed it in my beach chair.

“Break time, Ari,” I said, and pulled him out of his chair and made him lie on his back. I straddled his torso with my knees, facing his feet. Ari needed no coaching to pull my hips up to his head, while I leaned forward to lick and suck his cock. I gasped with the pleasure of feeling his tongue licking my labia, and then finding my clit. 

Of all the different positions and techniques for sex, to me, none is more exciting than going sixty-nine, and having both partners come simultaneously. It’s happened for me only four or five times when Alec and I have tried, but that morning, Ari and I scored big time. Just as my hips and pussy were shuddering in a huge climax, I felt Ari’s cock swell, then spasm with his ejaculation into my mouth. Oh, God, it felt wonderful. We both slowly and gently continued our tonguing and licking of each other, as we came down from our mutual orgasm.

While I still had Ari’s softening cock in my mouth, and my pussy was lying over his face, Alec and Olympe lifted up a tent flap and discovered us. I must have been like a deer in headlights, as I stared directly into Alec’s astonished face. I froze, uncertain what to do, and I think that Alec felt the same way. Call it Greek island fever or what, but as we stared at each other, suddenly Alec began grinning, and I started laughing.

“Thalia, I demand equal time,” said Alec. He stretched out in a beach chair, and beckoned me over. “Come here, my beautiful goddess, and succor this mere mortal.”

I was so grateful that Alec supported my new-found wantonness. I knelt between his legs, determined to give him the best blow job I possibly could. After all, how many husbands could find anything amusing or positive about a scene in which his wife is getting off with oral sex with another man? But he did, and I love him so much for that. 

You do realize, don’t you, that it was Alec that triggered the whole deal that got this consulting business off the ground? At dinner on the second night, Ari thanked us for the shower repair, and setting up his portable PC. He went on to mention that he had doubts about business security over the Internet. Too many times, an e-mail, or a vital report got into the hands of the wrong person, he complained.

“It’s too bad that Bindweed isn’t ready for overseas licensing yet, Jeanine,” said Alec. “It could probably prevent anyone from reading your confidential material, Ari.”

“What is this, what did you call it?” Ari inquired.

“Bindweed. It’s a software product that my company is developing. We give all of our R and D projects code names of flowers. One of my partners invented a technique that has the potential of making private key cyclical code encryption practical on a PC. That’s why we gave it the name of a weed, not a flower.”

“Ah, encryption of messages, that I do understand. I have been told that it is not much used because it takes too much time, and still is not secure. In my own case, most of the stuff I say to the world, I don’t give a damn who hears. But there is only a handful of people with whom I share confidential information, and that information is always of the same category, like financial reports, contracts, and so forth.”

“Then Bindweed could probably handle your needs quite well. I could demonstrate what Bindweed can do, if you permit me to use your PC to log on to mine back in Valley Forge. Oh, and you’ll have to let Jeanine log on to her computer back home as well. She’s an Alpha site tester for my company, and has Bindweed 1.1 installed.”

Alec and I gave Ari a demonstration of how Bindweed works. Ari dismissed Alec’s attempts to tell him the technical features and product bugs with a wave of his hand. He was amazed when the message I sent to his login account could not be read, while the CC copy to Alec’s company computer was entirely readable. He wanted to buy nine copies immediately, but refused to tell us who the other eight users would be.

That was when Alec told him that, first, the product was not ready for sale, and secondly, even if it were, the U.S. government will not license encryption software for export. 

“There is one silly loophole in the government’s position, Ari,” I remarked. “They will allow companies incorporated in the U.S. and which have overseas operational sites to use encryption codes with their overseas clients. Two other women and I are drafting a business plan to take advantage of this loophole to market Bindweed. Our business plan depends on cultivating a patron, someone with very powerful influence and contacts.”

Ari gave me his executive look. “Thalia, I believe that idea has significant potential. However, for reasons I do not wish to disclose, I must remain in the background. If you can send me a detailed Business Plan, with all the financial numbers, I will take it to some people I know.”

* * * * *

“And that, ladies,” I said. “Is when I sent you emails to get hopping on the draft of the business plan, while you two were still sleeping in Pennsylvania. By the way, thanks so much for putting out that extra effort in drafting the plan, editing it after Ari’s and my comments, and filing the LLC incorporation papers so quickly.”

“Kathy and I spent some long nights then,” Elena recalled. “But it was worth it, and the help that your Ari gave us was invaluable. We wouldn’t have reached those contacts he introduced us to in a million years. And now we are truly on the way.”

Katherine took a sip of her champagne, and said, “So, Jeanine, if someone ever asks me what was the key event that got our business started, should I say that it was when one of my partners demonstrated Alec’s encryption software to a banking tycoon, on the beach of a Greek island, while in the nude?”

Elena laughed. “Probably not a good idea, Kath. Just say that Jeanine and Alec had the good fortune to meet a banker while on her European vacation, and he became very interested in setting up a US company that could send and receive encrypted Internet messages.” 

“This story gets funnier and funnier, Jeanine,” said Katherine. “You had yourself quite a week, didn’t you?”

“I should say so, Kath,” I replied. “Life on Greek islands can be pretty exciting.”

Elena said, “Speaking of exciting things, when you started telling this story, you mentioned something about conning some person or persons at a business meeting with your Mr. Themopodi. Let’s hear that part of the week next.”

* * * * *

You may recall that Ari had arranged a business meeting on the island of Spanika, taking me along as his assistant. The four of us agreed that Ari and I would go to the meeting, and stay overnight on Spanika. Alec and Olympe planned to take Teo’s fast boat to Niasandrakos for a night on the town, and stay at a hotel there.

We completed our morning routine, had lunch, and returned to the villa from the beach to pack for the overnight trip. In our bedroom, Alec assured me that he was comfortable with my going with Ari. I told him that he should show Olympe a good time, and keep her amused.

“Should I keep her amused all night, Jeanine?” he asked, grinning.

“Whatever it takes, Alec.”

“And you, my darling Thalia, good luck with your meeting, and enjoy yourself this evening. I sincerely mean it. Tomorrow, Jeanine and I can talk things over.”

On the boat ride to Spanika, Ari and I discussed the tactics we would use at our meeting with the Italians. 

“I am still interested in working with the Italians alone,” said Ari. “But I don’t like the idea of their joining with someone who is a hidden partner. What we have to arrange is some set of signals for each other.”

“How about this, Ari? I’ll be taking notes on a legal pad. If or when they use a cell phone and talk Italian or French, I’ll listen in. I’ll keep my pen on top of the pad if their side of the conservation seems OK, but I’ll start doodling on the pad with my pen if the discussion is negative.”

“That’s good, Thalia. And they tell me that I have a nervous habit of tapping my pen while listening to someone else talk. The Italians will have seen that. If I use the top of my pen to tap, that will be a sign to keep going. If I tap with the point of the pen, then you invent some way to terminate the meeting.”

We arrived at Spanika around two, and took a taxi to the best hotel on the island. The ride in a car, and using an elevator in the hotel helped me make the transition back to the contemporary world. My room was on the fourth floor, and Ari’s was on the fifth. Ari suggested that we each take a hot shower, and meet the Italians in the hotel bar at three.

I did have to admit that using modern and indulgent facilities felt good to me, especially the foamy shampoo and electric hair dryer. But the penultimate feeling was putting on that gorgeous power suit ensemble. When I pulled on that skirt and buttoned the jacket, I felt like I was Superman stepping out of a phone booth, ready to do his thing. 

‘OK, girl, let’s go knock ‘em dead,’ I said to myself, putting on my black rimmed reading glasses. I picked up the slim leather attaché case (yes, another gift from Ari to complete the ensemble), locked my door, and headed for the elevator. 

I was the last of the party to arrive in the hotel bar. Ari was sitting with three other gentlemen (at least they dressed like gentlemen). Two were swarthy and stocky, in their forties, I estimated, and wearing dark double-breasted suits with white shirts and floral print ties. They held wine glasses with thick, stubby fingers and had dark looks on their faces, as if they felt compelled to frighten people away from them. 

The third man was almost totally opposite in appearance. Probably still in his twenties, he was tall and slender, with long dirty blonde hair that fell over his shoulders. His suit was pale gray, cut loosely, and underneath he wore a lavender shirt with a pale yellow tie. In one ear was a jeweled stud, and the object dangling almost an inch below the lobe appeared to be an animal of some sort. He wore jeweled rings on both pinkie fingers, plus a huge signet ring on his left ring finger. I thought of a flower arrangement when I looked at him. 




Jewel of Eros



This was the first time I saw Ari fully dressed, I realized. All the other times, he was completely naked, or else was wearing island casual shirt and shorts or slacks. If you can believe it, he looked even sexier, and I now know that guys in Armani suits will make my knees rubbery. Ari’s was dark blue, and he was wearing a medium gray shirt (also silk, I imagine), and a same color tie. You see that same color shirt and tie often by stud-wannabes, and go ‘Ehh,’ but Ari could pull it off. And I could have used his shoes to apply my lipstick, they were so glossy.

But I, with my pale blue silk open blouse exposing just a hint of cleavage under the power jacket, bold gold earrings, and three-inch narrow heeled black pumps, carried the ‘dress for effect’ field that afternoon. Confidently striding with accentuated hip action like a model on a runway, I walked through the bar to the corner table where Ari’s group was waiting. It was like Moses crossing the Red Sea. The drinking crowd was thick, but as I approached any person or group blocking my path, one stare at my elegant appearance, which I boldly returned, made that party cease speaking and step out of my way. God! Did I feel in control! Impetuously, I decided that I would extend my role in this charade, and act, not as Ari’s mere assistant, but rather as a working partner.

I arrived at their table, and the four men rose politely. My first impulse was to apologize for being late. After all, for centuries, all women have been brought up to ask forgiveness from men for acts that do not deserve apologies. 

‘Today, I am Thalia,’ I thought. ‘One of the Three Graces, a minor goddess in Greek mythology, but a goddess nevertheless. I do not bow to mere mortals.’ I gave my best interpretation of a goddess smiling to mortals.

“Gentlemen, thank you for being so prompt. Ari, will you introduce me to your friends?” I said in Greek.

Ari almost lost it with my assertiveness, but stifled it with a simple raise of his eyebrows and a smile of good humor. He obeyed my directive, and introduced me by the name of Thalia Grace, American. I shook hands with the two Italians and the arty guy. The Italians were reflexively ready to intimidate a mere woman, but were caught totally unprepared for being introduced to a minor goddess. They were the ones who were intimidated. Power does corrupt absolutely. Their names were Mr. Tortorelli and Mr. Lavagnall, speaking and acting like a matched set of puppets. Their strings were pulled by the third man. I was informed that he was Alain Delacroix, from Lyon.

To maintain the momentum of my power rush, I asked Ari where he intended to have his meeting. “If we are going to remain in the bar, I will have a Campari and soda, if you please. However, if you gentlemen have had your refreshment, I suggest, Ari, that we go immediately to the conference room and get started.”

The corners of Ari’s mouth turned up slightly, and his look into my eyes revealed that he was amused and approved of my impetuosity, thank God. He ushered the four of us into a private conference room on the opposite side of the lobby. Inwardly, I glowed with female pride as I noticed the surreptitious glances from the men we passed by. As Nora Ephron once said, it is every woman’s fantasy to be admired for something other than her mind.

The room had a round table of dark wood, surrounded by six leather-covered executive type chairs on silently rolling casters. On the far wall was a thin two-door cabinet hanging from the wall, containing the ubiquitous white board and cork on the inside of the doors. There was a credenza on the side wall, set up by the hotel staff as a wet bar, with bottles, glasses and ice. Verrry nice.

Ari gave a slight nod of his head, indicating in which chair he wished me to sit. He gestured and informed the others where he preferred them to sit, then sat in the chair next to mine. It did not go unnoticed that the two empty chairs separated us two from the other three. All at once, it dawned on me. Until that moment, I had thought that his buying me this suit and stuff was an impulse, but he had deliberately walked us back on that side of the street so that I would ‘happen’ to see and fall in love with these clothes. And he would ‘happen’ to be pleased to buy it for me. 

He didn’t indulge me; it was his idea to dress me up to overpower his negotiation opponents. If those three guys thought of me as Thalia, a minor goddess, then they were acknowledging Ari as Zeus. As they say in tennis, ‘You think you’re pretty good, then you play someone who really is good.’ I stared admiringly into Ari’s eyes, and he placed his hand on my shoulder, gently pressing me into my chair. He remained standing, and I meekly took my seat, or did I genuflect? I can’t remember.

“Help yourself to drinks, if you wish, gentlemen, before we begin. Thalia, will you please get us each a bottle of Perrier?”

Thalia dutifully fulfilled her obligation of serving Zeus, knowing that her minute of top-dogginess was over. I poured two glasses for Ari and me, while the others mixed themselves another drink. As we had arranged, I snapped open my attaché case, and hauled out papers for Ari, and a blank legal pad for myself. Ari reached inside his suit jacket and retrieved a Mont Blanque pen. Why was I not surprised?

It would be a violation of client confidentiality if I told you any of the details of the proposition, and the negotiating details. Suffice it say that the business involved obtaining financing for the Italians to manufacture pharmaceuticals in Morocco and be granted government licenses to export them to countries in the European Market. Ari had told me this much and more when he briefed me on the motorboat trip over from Xirokis. 

I admired Ari even more when he told me that, while he knew that the drug factory in Morocco was a sweat shop that exploited its female workers, it was the most likely company to be willing to market low-cost AIDS medication to poor African countries. That was what he was after, but he was suspicious that the hidden French backer really wanted a channel to enter the market for drugs for the elderly, which were financed by national health insurances. 

Ari began the negotiation by inviting the Italians to summarize their perspective of the deal, and to make their initial offer. This was standard protocol for any kind of trading among southern Europeans: get the other side to make an offer, then you make a counter offer. However, Ari tripped up the Italians by saying nothing for a few moments, as if he were pondering their offer. All the while, I saw out of the side of my eyes that he was tapping the table with the top of his pen. So far, he was interested. Then he looked at the Italians, nodded his head as a positive sign, and stared at the Frenchman. It had been agreed upon by all parties that the discussion would be in English, which was the commonly understood language. Ari did all the talking, while Superwoman kept quiet and listened.

“And you, Mr. Delacroix, what is your position regarding the offer of these gentlemen? There is little or no profit in making AIDS drugs for African countries. Why would your client wish to participate in a venture that has no payback? And, furthermore, since your client wishes to remain in the shadows, it is difficult for me not to conclude that he has additional aims beyond being noble to our black brothers.”

“Ah, Monsieur Themopodi, you have, how you say, put your finger on the nub of the issues. It is with the most noble of motivations to shoulder some of the responsibilities for alleviating this scourge of Africa that my client is wishing to support our Italian partners. Pharmaceutical manufacturing and marketing is very expensive and risky. We simply are ameliorating the risks for Dotore Tortorelli and Signor Lavignall, so that they can focus on getting the lines running and product ready for market quickly.”

“How generous, Monsieur Delacroix. I laud you and your client. That relieves me of the last concern that I had on my mind, and why I believe that you will be overjoyed when I tell you that a comrade from Salonika has informed me that, with the global economic downturn, he has the misfortune of having expensive excess production capacity in his pharmaceutical plant.”

I watched Monsieur Delacroix’s eyes narrow with suspicion. Ari turned to the Italians.

“Signor Lavignall, when I return to Athens next week from this holiday, I will inform my legal and financial sub-ordinates that I am now satisfied with your proposal. I will instruct them to provide the necessary funds to begin the construction of an AIDS drug line that will ramp up to 30,000 units per month by the end of next year. Needless to say, this medicine is needed urgently. Therefore, the people in Africa must not be forced to wait so long for relief from their terrible suffering. Consequently, I wish to reduce that amount of money you requested for constructing a plant designed with built-in excess capacity, and turn that money over to my comrade to immediately begin manufacturing the drugs under your license at his now idle plant.”

Mr. Delacroix coughed discretely, and interrupted.

“Ah, that is, er, you see, my client was foreseeing that his return on his investment, while negligible in the short run, would be assured through some future exploitation of the capacity of the larger designed plant in Morocco. Your alternative, while certainly being worthy of consideration, is considerably different from the proposition on the table when my client became a partner with our friends here.”

“Well, then,” Ari said. “Why don’t you call your client right now, and ask him or her, I don’t know which it is, perhaps both. Any case, you certainly cannot make that significant a decision for your client. Call right now. We’ll wait. And Dotore Tortorelli, you may wish to converse with your superiors as well.”

Mr. Tortorelli and Mr. Lavagnall wheeled their chairs back from the table to whisper in a caucus. Concurrently, Mr. Delacroix moved from the table to sit in a chair next to the drinks bar, and punched some keys on his cell phone. Ari swallowed the Perrier remaining in his glass, and handed it to me, motioning to get some more. Alain ignored me while I busied myself pouring more Perrier for Ari, and then offering to get something for the two Italians.

This bartending business made me appear less in stature, but did allow me to listen in on the French connection conversation. You can make the wrong conclusions if you listen to only one side of a telephone conservation, but the gist I got from eavesdropping was that Alain’s client was irate at Ari’s modification of the original plan, and he was demanding that Alain make Ari change his mind, which Alain was doubtful could be done. I couldn’t catch all of it while I was walking back to the table, but Alain made mention of having no luck getting anything on the Greek.

Ari looked at the three expectantly. It was the Italians who spoke first, stating that they could, indeed, agree to Ari’s alternative, although that was subject to evaluation of the manufacturing facility at Salonika, and arrangements for technology handoff. However, they said that they had sent a letter of intent through Mr. Delacroix to the French backer that they would borrow one-third of the capital needed for the plant in Morocco, for which they would give up 50% of the ownership.

“You must be more undercapitalized than I thought,” Ari remarked. “One third the money for one-half the ownership is rather harsh terms, Mr. Lavagnall. If you accept my proposition of licensing a Greek manufacturer, and construct a smaller plant, then you would not require so much financial assistance. Also, you will get drugs to market much sooner, thereby enhancing your cash flow. I would think that any lawyer would agree that your letter of intent was based upon the assumption of the original expansion plans. Now that you have been made aware of an alternative, and certainly more profitable, strategy to meet your goal of producing drugs for Africa, that letter can be rescinded.”

“No!” shouted Mr. Delacroix. “We have a deal. I insist that you honor its terms, Dotor Tortorelli. Otherwise, we would be forced to reveal to the public those things of the past.”

I saw Ari point his pen at the Italians, then tap the top of the pen. A moment later, he pointed the pen at the Frenchman, and tapped the point of the pen. I decided to play a hunch and make a bluff.

“Excuse me for interrupting, gentlemen, but I feel it is time to put all the cards on the table. As you no doubt have already guessed, I am not Mr. Themopodi’s assistant. No indeed. Permit me to show you the passport under which I am traveling. You will note that the name is not Thalia Grace, but Jeanine Jameson. I am sorry, but I do not have the customary business cards to distribute. I represent what is commonly called The Company, located in Maryland. It frowns on disclosing either the names of their operatives, or their purpose in, shall we say, getting involved. When we got wind of this little deal, and dug into the backgrounds of the players, some of my superiors became very interested.”

I looked at Ari, and smiled conspiratorially at him. Just the corners of his mouth turned up, and he reverted to his poker face. I had more confidence, and continued.

“Mr. Themopodi graciously agreed to co-operate with us and arranged for his week-long island getaway, so that this meeting would be inconspicuous. Two days ago, Mr. Delacroix, your operatives may have seen my partner and me rendezvous with another operative, using the code name of Aglaia, another of the Three Graces, like my own code name of Thalia. Mr. Themopodi and the other three of us made it appear like we had become friends, and he invited us to his villa on the island of Xirokis. Are you with me so far?”

“Yes, but you did surprise us,” Alain said. “We were told to look for the arrival of Mr. Themopodi’s mistress.”

“He has no mistress, Mr. Delacroix. Only two Americans and a Greek who are working for their governments in tracing the trail of money exchanges over most of southern Europe. That trail has led us to you, Mr. Delacroix, and now much closer to your boss. Even as we speak, two of your clients’ soldiers have been quietly arrested and are being interrogated.”

“That is preposterous!” said Alain. “You are Americans, and your other so-called Grace is Greek. My client’s people are all in France.”

“Actually, two of them are in Brussels at the moment, Monsieur Delacroix. You probably don’t believe me, so why don’t I prove it? Would you please hand me that speaker phone over there? Thank you. And, if Mr. Themopodi would consent to my making an overseas call, we’ll all learn what our two visitors at Interp, …, er, that is our sister company in Brussels, have to share with us.”

When I dropped the Interpol name, Mr. Delacroix became noticeably uncomfortable. I looked at my watch. Four-thirty PM. Seven hours difference made it 9:30 AM in Pennsylvania, so I assumed that my parents would be awake, especially with our boys staying with them. I pressed the keys for an international phone call, and on the third ring, I heard my father’s voice saying hello. I cut in, sounding very official.

“ Papa Bear, this is your Rosebud calling from Greece. I haven’t got much time, so please patch me in to Antoinette.”

My dad immediately understood who was calling from my use of old-time nicknames for each other. And often, when Mom wished to discuss with Grandma things about the boys, like birthday and Christmas presents, and not have their ears listen in, I would ask for her by first name. My mother’s mother was a WWII French war bride, and my mom was a high school French teacher, which was where I got my interest in European languages. Dad put me on hold, and fetched my mom. Soon, the four of us heard a feminine voice, with the purest of northern French accent.

“Bon jour, mon petite,” she began, and Mr. Delacroix blanched, realizing that I could speak French. You could almost see him struggling to recall what he had said over the phone, that I would have understood. I didn’t want my mom to blow the CIA/Interpol cover, so I interrupted her immediately, barking out orders in French in my most authoritarian tone.

“Listen, Antoinette, I haven’t got much time. I am with three men, who do not believe that you are holding two people of special interest to us. Will you confirm that two young men are in your custody, and tell me how they are co-operating?”

“Of course we have those two hellions here,” my mom replied. “We couldn’t very well let them run loose, could we? As far as behavior, the younger one is co-operating quite well, but the older one often is stubborn and sullen, demanding that he get a chance to speak to someone he calls Leslie.”

My teen-age son, Brian, has recently discovered girls, and he and Leslie have a hot thing going via telephone and webmail.

“Well, I would let him make contact with this person, but definitely monitor all communications. I’ve been introduced to the person at this end of the line now, so our activities here in Greece will be winding up shortly. I’ll give you a full report when I get back to Brussels. Tell Papa Bear that we’ve changed our flight to the US. We’re now going to Philadelphia, not Dulles. I must run. Keep up the good work, and don’t let those two out of your sight.”

I hung up the phone, thinking how that call would make for interesting breakfast conversation at my parent’s home. Looking directly at Mr. Delacroix, I assumed my company operative role, empowered by the business suit I was wearing. I decided that speaking French would be most intimidating to him.

“So, Monsieur Delacroix, you now know that there is a trail connecting you to some others in France. Things in your country are, shall we say, sufficiently shady and redolent with objectionable odors. I do believe that I could arrange it so that you would not be tainted with those odors, and could go about your business normally. Frankly, you are too small a fish in the ocean to be wasting much of our time with you. Why don’t you simply agree with us in this room that your client is no longer interested in participating in this pharmaceutical project?”

I didn’t give Mr. Delacroix an opportunity to object. I turned to the Italians, who, along with Ari, could not understand what I had said to Alain, nor the words of the telephone conversation with my mom, but they read Mr. Delacroix’s body language to know that he was rapidly diminishing in self-confidence. This time I spoke in Italian, which surprised them, and elevated my stature.

“Dotore Tortorelli, and Mr. Lavagnall,” I said. “Mr. Delacroix is now aware that it is in his and his client’s best interests to withdraw from your project. Mr. Themopodi’s alternative proposal reduces the scope of the project, which requires less capital on your part. This is a way in which you can meet your objectives and still avoid being scrutinized by mine and Antoinette’s surveillance organizations. Believe me when I tell you, that kind of attention you most certainly do not wish to bring upon yourselves. Mr. Themopodi and I shall leave you two alone with Mr. Delacroix for the next thirty minutes to discuss among yourselves how you wish to proceed.”

I put my notepad back in the attaché case, and in Greek, boldly gave an order to Ari, repeating to him what I told the Italians and Mr. Delacroix. He looked into my eyes while smiling slightly, and gave a slight bow of assent. Then he faced the other three, and spoke to them in English, the one commonly understood language.

“Gentlemen, as you have witnessed, this business venture has gained the unwanted attention of several international security agencies. As noble as the goal of our project is, my bank and reputation could not possibly participate in the venture until and unless there are terms which satisfy Ms. Grace here. She and I will leave you three to work out mutually satisfactory arrangements to terminate your present connections, and then to consider my alternative proposal.”




Jewel of Eros



Ari and I solemnly left the conference room, and went into the lobby to sit together on a sofa in an isolated corner. We managed to maintain a sober, businesslike demeanor until we were alone and unnoticed. Then, he kissed me on the cheek, and burst out laughing.

“Thalia, you were amazing! You must tell me, because your performance was so convincing. Are you and Alec connected with government intelligence?”

“Good heavens, no! But that telephone call sure scared the shit out of Mr. Delacroix, didn’t it?”

“Who was it that you talked to?”

I explained the conversation with my mother to Ari, and he thought it very amusing how statements by a grandmother about a teenager and a ten year old boy could be misinterpreted by the Frenchman.

“Bullshit is only believable when the listener wants to believe, Ari.” I said. 

Shortly, the Italians approached us. They informed Ari that Alain Delacroix had agreed to release them from the terms of the existing letter of agreement, and they were now at liberty to negotiate with Ari independently. His alternative appeared to be attractive, and they requested that Ari schedule a meeting with the Greek manufacturer for a plant inspection and beginnings of contract negotiations. Then they looked at me, asking if that arrangement satisfied my conditions.

“Gentlemen, my job is done here. What you and Mr. Themopodi agree together is perfectly satisfactory with my government. I can assure you that you have seen the last of me.”

* * * * *

“And that, ladies,” I said to Katherine and Elena, “Was the end of my career with the company from Maryland.”

“You are something else, Jeanine,” said Elena. “No wonder you can be like Wonder Woman in business meetings. If you had any, your cajones would be like baseballs.”

“What did you and Aristotle do after you left your business associates?” asked Katherine.

“Well, let’s see,” I replied. “We celebrated our success with a drink at the bar, then went to dinner. Afterwards, Ari took me to the casino, where I lost a couple hundred dollars of his money.”

Katherine must have seen my smile as I recalled that evening to myself.

“And after your dinner and night out, I suppose you went back to your hotel, to two rooms on different floors.”

“No, Katherine, we both slept in my room. Ari demanded to see what kind of woman was underneath that power suit. May I have some more champagne, please?”

* * * * *

The third bottle of champagne was now a ‘dead soldier,’ as they say, and I was fatigued from talking and laughing so much. Katherine tossed the empty bottle into the metal wastebasket, making a loud clunk. All three of us reacted to the noise like it was the clock tower chiming one o’clock, time for the party to cease.

I began picking up the empty cups, paper plates and wrinkled napkins, stuffing them into a plastic supermarket shopping bag. The bag joined the three bottles in the wastebasket. Elena did likewise, gathering the leftover cheese cubes and chip dip and covering them with plastic wrap. Cleaning up after a good party inevitably makes me feel melancholy, and this time the feeling was even more acute for me.

The three of us performed the cleanup chores in silence, each of us thinking private thoughts. Mine were directed back to those five wonderful days on Xirokis. I tried to picture some of the island scenery, with its blue ocean water, almost blindingly white sunlight, and pastel colored houses and boats. But faces kept jumping into the foreground of my daydreaming landscapes, especially one face – Ari.

I am bonded with Alec, I know. Our lives together have produced two fine sons, and he is my spouse, lover, and best friend for life. We fit so well together, and I mean that physically as well as spiritually. Yet I feel that that we are congruent because our cultural and national backgrounds are the same. Ari and I became close friends, and lovers briefly, bonding because we learned from each other about human feelings and instincts that came from backgrounds that are worlds apart. And by embracing some of each other’s nature and philosophy of life, both of us have improved our lives.

I missed him very much at that moment. While telling the stories of our fun and high jinks in Greece, I felt that I was once more with Ari and Olympe, celebrating life Grecian style. I was Thalia again, and even though the January gloom of Pennsylvania was dominating the views from the windows, my body felt like it was being warmed by the Aegean sun as I lay naked on my back on a black sand beach. I was lonesome for my Greek friend, and he had forgotten me at Christmas. I began to cry.

“Oh, Ari!” I murmured. “Why did you choose Christmas to forget me? Now our magic moments are all in the past, and we shall have no more.”

Katherine overheard my lament, and put her hands on my shoulders. 

“Jeanine, why do you say that he has forgotten you? There are lots of good reasons that his Christmas gift from Greece would have been delayed.”

“No, Katherine, Ari never leaves anything to chance. If he wanted me to receive a gift on Christmas Day, as he promised, it would have been on my doorstep on Dec. 25, come hell or high water. No, the fact that it didn’t appear on that day convinces me that he wants to back off on our friendship.”

Elena also commiserated. “I just can’t believe your Aristotle would want to forget you, Jeanine. After all, since your trip to Greece last summer, look at all the things he’s done for you. Or should I say us. This company owes its existence to your friend. And he keeps sending business our way, like Pelonnika Chemicals. There has to be another explanation for his not sending you a Christmas present.”

I was not cheered up by my friends’ attempts to explain away Ari’s thoughtlessness. 

“No, Ari no longer wants me in his inner circle of friends,” I said, convincing myself. “We had our summer of great times and marvelous memories, but now the new year means going separate ways. We three graces are on our own, ladies.” 

Just then, the office front door opened, and the brown-uniformed UPS deliveryman entered. We all greeted Delbert, and offered him some of our cheese leftovers. He accepted a slice of cheese on a cracker, ate it, and then asked for assistance.

“If one of you will hold the door open, I can muscle this damn crate into your office. God, it must weigh two hundred pounds. Oh, and, Mrs. Jameson, it’s addressed to you. Will you please sign the shipping order?”

I looked at the Bill of Lading while signing for delivery. The article had been sent from Athens, and had several official looking stamps for Customs approval, plus one document that stated that the government of Greece authorized the export of a reproduction of an antiquity, with the estimated value of $5,500 Euro.

Katherine held the door, while Elena went to help Delbert wheel in a large wooden crate on his loading dolly. The crate was over six feet high and about four feet wide and a foot thick. There were large stickers indicating that the monster object was to stand vertically. We cleared out floor space by wheeling our office chairs to the conference room, and Delbert gently off-loaded the crate from the dolly, letting it stand by itself against a wall, between two of our desks. 

Delbert fished a large screwdriver from his belt, saying, “I figured that you ladies would not have a tool to open this crate, so I brought this up with me from the truck. You want me to open it for you?”

I nodded, curious as to what was inside the crate. The crate was constructed of panels made of plywood, framed with 1”x3” lumber. The sides were fastened to each other with heavy gauge wire clamps, so it was easy for Delbert to remove the clamps holding the front panel to the top, bottom, and sides. Carrying it like a door, he set the front panel against the wall, next to the crate. Inside, all we could see was packing material of wood shavings stuffed inside brown paper, and Katherine eagerly began to pull the packing out of the crate.

We all gasped as the object was revealed. It was a piece of an old plaster wall, approximately my height of five feet six inches, on which was a fresco of the Three Graces, painted in the ancient Roman style. The three women were nude, plump by today’s standards of female anatomy. The graces were posed in the traditional arrangement, facing each other in a circle, with the one in the foreground having her backside exposed to the viewer. The hairstyles were the classic braids encircling the tops of their heads, and the flesh colors on their faces and bodies were fresh and pink, highlighted by the artist’s interpretation of illumination by sunlight streaming down from the viewer’s upper left. In some ways, the fresco looked over two thousand years old, yet the colors and condition were almost perfect, like they were modern. The effect was stunning, and the four of us admired the piece in awed silence.

After a few seconds, I noticed a manila envelope at the bottom of the crate. I opened it, and inside were a white greeting card envelope with my name on it, a certificate of provenance for the fresco, a CD ROM, and a newspaper clipping. The provenance authenticated that the piece came from a villa on the island of Niasandrakos, built in the 1920’s, and which was demolished in 2002 for a modern structure. The newspaper clipping showed photographs of the villa demolition, and the sculpture, ironwork, and frescoed walls that had been saved. Among the artifacts was my fresco of the Three Graces. I was enthralled by the idea that I now owned such a beautiful work of art, with the nostalgic romance of its origin on a Greek island that I had visited.

“Well, Jeanine, aren’t you going to open the gift card?” Katherine asked.

My fingers were shaking as I slipped my thumb under the sealed flap, and removed the card. It was a lovely Christmas card with a Greek message, signed by Ari. Tears came to my eyes, and I couldn’t read the handwritten note on the left side of the card. He hadn’t forgotten me; it must have been shipping delays. Katherine took the card from my hand, asking if I wanted her to read the message. I nodded while searching for a tissue to dry my eyes.

My loyal Grace, dear friend, and amusing Thalia,

It was Olympe who discovered this fresco, and we both knew immediately that it was the perfect Christmas gift for you. I had it delivered to your business office address, presuming that you would wish to use it as the centerpiece display of your new and successful business. I had a professional photographer make images of the piece, thinking that you should replace the icon on your current stationery and business cards with one that matches your wall decoration. There are many that he took, but my favorite is the fifth one on the computer disk. It is your choice, however.

Also on the disk are some of the photos that were downloaded from the digital camera on Xirokis. There are some that we took, of the two of us, as well as some of the four of us. These are VERY private, and are for yours and Alec’s enjoyment alone. In addition, there are pictures that you took of the stars through the telescope. On cold winter nights, or when you feel overly pressured by the modern world, look at these and know that there are places within your reach that can transport you to the halls of the Gods. You and your partners in your company (your real company, Thalia, not that one in Maryland) are welcome in Greece anytime. Olympe is curious as to what the new Anglaia looks like.

Olympe and I have fond memories of the time on the island with you and Alec. Our souls and bodies are bound to Olympe and Alec, but I will always think of you and me as being inter-twined Greek spirits, me a mortal, and you a minor goddess, my lovely Grace, Thalia. I gave strict orders that this gift arrive on the Day of Christmas; I hope that you enjoy it.

With all my heart,

Aristotle

By now, I was bawling like a baby. 

“But it didn’t come on Christmas Day!” I wailed. “It would have been perfect if it did.”

“Beggin’ your pardon, ma’am,” said Delbert. “But it did arrive on Christmas Day. This thing came from Greece, and there, the Greek Orthodox people celebrate January 7, as their Christmas Day. December 25 ain’t nothing to them, like it is for us.” 



Jewel of Lust



"You'll be paid five dollars a week, with room and board." The Lord of the House led him down a maze of dirty corridors. They passed doors lying off their hinges, and some barely affixed. The plaster was falling from the walls in places, oil lamps left carbon stains on the low ceiling. In short, the place was a dump. But that wasn't to say it was beyond repair. The foundation was good. He'd noted that the moment he set foot inside. The floors were surprisingly solid, and it was a start. As they rounded a corner an unshaven man lay across the floor, a sprawling obstacle. His trousers were down, hugging his knees and based on the profound odor hanging over him, he had to be drunk, and must have been for some time. A young woman was trying fruitlessly to get him pulled up against the wall and out of the way. His inebriation proved daunting to the task.

"Take it to a room!" ordered the Lord of the House. She delivered a swift kick to the man's exposed rump. It was enough to wake him, and with the girl's coaxing he managed to drag himself into an adjacent room. The Lord of the House growled. She was a stout woman, albeit small, standing at a height of no more than five feet. Her hair was pinned up so tightly it pulled all her features up toward her forehead. As a result her eyebrows were perched high and menacing.

"The former proprietor lost his mind, so to speak. Consequently, when he left the establishment suffered the dilapidation you see now. I intend to resurrect it." The man took it all in. His broad shoulders bespoke of a man of means, and his large blue eyes, a man of diligence. The Lord of the House had hired him on the spot and he was thankful. The war had been hard on his hometown and many of the tradesman had taken to the roads in the years following to get work. A whorehouse wasn't orchard pickings, but it meant survival. It was all he could hope for.

"Here is your room." She reached into her sleeve. "This is the key." He glanced over his shoulder. The door was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the hinges must have themselves taken flight with it. The frame looked as if someone had taken a battering ram to the timber that had formerly stood in its embrace. The Lord of the House followed his gaze. 

"Yes, well. You shall have to ratify that. There is a mill one mile from here. You are to purchase whatever you shall need, and bring me legible copies of all invoices. I shall advance you this week's pay, provided you start as early as tomorrow morning." He nodded. "Will you require one of the ladies to do your laundry?" Another nod. "That amounts to a dollar a month. Fresh linens, a dollar a month. The well is out back. And from the looks of your stove, you may desire using the one down the hall to heat your water. At least, until you've made repairs.

"For all other needs," she began, inclining her head toward his crotch, "whilst you reside under this roof, you are not to engage the ladies. You may eat in the dining parlor. The matron, a woman named Lua usually cooks, but if you eat with the ladies you may be expected to cook occasionally." She clasped her hands behind her back and inclined her head slightly. "I thank you for joining us. Will there be anything else at the moment?" The young man's blue eyes glowed briefly then faded. He shook his head.

"Very well," said the Lord of the House. She turned and began to walk out the room. "If you should require my attention, send for me through the house matron. Oh, and Mr. Thompson?" At this, she turned swiftly and peered into his face. "Do smile occasionally, yes?" Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heels and darted down the corridor. 

He stood there a while, looking on in her wake. Then he turned and set the burlap bag carrying his life's possessions, near the rusted cot. The very next thing he did was to sit down. The old cot stretched and creaked, but didn't live up to its threat of collapse. He exhaled. It was the exhale of a man who had seen more than his share of hardships at such a young age. War and starvation had borrowed his precious memories without permission, and returned them battered, broken, when at all. He ran his fingers through the two months whiskers that had accumulated on his face. Had it been that long since he'd had a shave? He stared at his hands, studying the lines, the veins, the creases. All the while, he took in the sounds, the smells. The mold and the perfume romanced lazily through the whole of the House. There were ratty groans, despairing shrieks, the occasional nervous laugh. Yet, none of it entered him. The emotions a place like this might typically draw from a person, were all externalized, dead to him. If not dead, very much asleep. 

He noticed a fractured mirror hanging on the wall close to the room's only window. He stood with some difficulty and walked to it. As he gazed in upon his reflection his mind asked, Who Is This Man Where Once Stood A Boy? The question bespoke of a painful truth. Hair matted, lips split, face sunburnt, dirty. The eighteen year old was nowhere to be seen. He thought back to his mother, and what she might have said gazing on him now. Probably cry with arms outstretched, he thought. He took one last look. Let the boy die with those memories, his mind said. Only men survive.

Despite the near constant soundtrack of the whorehouse, he sleep solidly awaking refreshed. It was still dark. He stretched and forced himself up from the cot. Being a man didn't mean rising was any easier. The urge to roll over and wait for the sun was still with him, however subdued. He'd slept fully clothed so there wasn't much in preparation for the morning. He grabbed his overcoat and started toward the corridor. Something at the edge of his vision caught his attention. Upon the chair by the stove was an object that couldn't have been there the night before. He drew near to discover it to be a half loaf of bread. He thumbed his chin and shrugged, then leaned down to pick it up. He broke off a chunk of the bread and ate it, grateful to whomever he owed his breakfast. 

The sky had turned from dark black to a faded gray hue as morning made its approach, and by the time he reached the mill the newest dawn was creeping over the horizon. He gathered all the supplies he could carry and waited for the foreman. When the foreman showed, he explained to the man that he was working for the Lord of the House at Downey Street and the foreman was all too eager to draw up an invoice. Business had been pretty slow, he explained, what with the depression and all. The foreman, seeing his customer didn't have a cart, offered to expedite the journey by offering one of his own.

"Free of charge," he said. He even helped load up the cart and readied it to go. There was something about the mill's foreman that didn't sit right.

"Name's Evers. Casper Evers." He stuck his hand out.

"Guy Thompson." The two men shook hands. Evers had a nervous air about him.

"S-so...you working at the whorehouse, is that right?" Guy nodded. The last thing he desired was small talk.

"Yeah. Yeah. So, you living there, too?" Guy exhaled deliberately.

"Oh, hey. No harm meant. I just, well you know, gotta girl lives in there. M-my girl, you know what I mean." Guy didn't know, didn't care to know and found himself becoming annoyed.

"Look," he said. "I didn't come around here for the scenery, if you gather my meaning. I came to find work. That's all." Evers tempo came full-circle. His shoulders relaxed and he patted the lumber resting on the cart.

"Oh, yeah, no, no, no. See, I's just saying maybe I'll be seeing you when I come around s'all. T-to look after my girl and all. Might give you a hand with the repairs, that sort of thing." Guy lifted the yoke and started to pull the cart.

"Won't be necessary," came his reply. "Got it taken care of. Besides, I'm not doing it for free." Casper Evers laughed. Too loud, Guy thought. Evers walked along a ways. When Guy didn't speak, the man went on.

"But, that's the thing, ya know. I got this girl in there, and damned if they won't let me see her." Guy lowered his eyes, his muscles burning under the strain of the load. Despite the foreman's chatter buzzing in his ears, the work felt good.

"Shame," he replied. Less said the better, came his father's voice in his mind. It was the only thing his father ever said, in fact. Unfortunately, Evers didn't need much to go on.

"Damn shame, yah right! See, how's about you talking to the Lord of the House? See about him letting me back in there. Well, ya know. I gotta see my girl, and all."

"The Lord's a woman, and I am not involving myself." Then he added, "I'm sorry." Evers wasn't listening. His mind raced a mile a minute.

"Ah-a-a woman, you say. Nah, ain't right. That ain't right. I's throwed-er let go by the Lord of the House. Name of Mewton. Yeah, that's right, Casey Mewton. Real hard ass."

"Nobody goes by that name. New Lord is a lady by the name of Charlotte Powers." The consequent silence and dumbstruck look on Casper's face was too much.

"That right?" The gears of Casper's mind few as they were, were almost audible. Guy could but hear the thoughts slam into place.

"Maybe your banishment left with him," Guy offered. CLICK! He heard the thought hit home. Evers whooped. 

"Boy, I'll tell you what. You may just be right about that! Say, well I gotta get back to the mill. Goddamn sakes alive!" He spun around and began trotting back in the direction he came. At the mill's gates he called down the path to Guy. "Be seeing you fella! Be seeing you!"

Guy pulled the cart up to the front steps of the House and let down the yoke. His chest was heaving and his shirt stuck to his back. The first order of business was to rebuild all the door frames. It occurred to Guy that if he were running a whorehouse, God help him, he would want his customers to have their privacy. He strode up the steps, pushed open the double doors and set to taking them off their hinges. There was activity in the parlor but he didn't pay it any mind. He used a crowbar and a hammer from his own set of tools and within twenty minutes he had the old frame down and the new stuff cut, and put into place. The nails from the old frame were salvageable so he used them to tack the new one into place. He replaced the hinges and hung the doors. He gave them a try and they swung without complaint. A call from the parlor startled him.

"Well, that's a handy man if I ever seen one." Sun in his eyes, Guy made out the silhouettes of a cluster of women sitting at a long table. They fell to a fit of laughter seeing him squint into the dark parlor. 

"What's your name?" called one of the women. His eyes focused. The woman who spoke was draped in a light tattered gown. The House was only a few degrees warmer than outside, but the cool April morning didn't seem to bother her. Her hair was piled atop her head and fixed in place with a long pin. If not for her attire, she might have appeared somewhat dignified.

"Guy," he replied, turning back to his work. The other women repeated his name, elongating the end.

"Guy, what?" It was the voice of another woman, but Guy didn't look back. He started to answer when he heard a third voice, its tone commanding.

"Leave him be. You start in and he never get any work done." Guy glanced over his shoulder. The woman was a spitting image of the Lord, Charlotte. Must be the House matron. The women immediately quieted and returned to their eating. Guy stepped out onto the font steps and looked out over the town. The sun was shining directly in and for the first time in too long it felt wondrous. 

By nightfall of the first day, Guy had completely replaced every doorframe and door in the House, with the exception of one. Guy stood at one end of the U-shaped corridor. Before him stood a door that appeared to be very thick. It looked as if it had been painted not too long ago. Guy leaned in close. He could barely make out some lettering that was barely visible beyond the latest coat of paint. It read: Senior Officer. Guy shook his head curiously. Maybe not, he thought.

Lua had been the one to supply Guy with new hinges. She'd picked them up at the hardware store that afternoon. He could immediately tell they were of better quality. Lua turned out to be quite the opposite of Charlotte. She was a joker by nature.

"With your hammer and my hinges," she joked, "maybe they will have a tougher time breaking down our doors, eh!" She was prone to slapping Guy on the back when she passed. When she came around to light the lamps that evening, she found him removing a shudder that had been nailed over a window on the inside. She slapped his shoulder.

"You let anymore light in here, and people are going to go renting rooms like it's a hotel!" Guy chuckled in spite of himself.

"THAT won't be so terrible, will it?" he asked. Lua roared and grabbed her gut as if she were in danger of bursting.

"Thompson a funny, funny character! But shoooo, he stink!" Guy felt his cheeks redden.

"Lua made you a very nice bath outside." Guy looked at the tiny woman, surprised.

"You did?"

"Go see for yourself!" She led the way through the corridor, down the staircase and out the font door. She lifted her dress slightly as she descended the stone steps. Guy had trouble keeping up as she rounded the House.

"Come, come," she urged. They came to a stone building, no bigger than his own room. Lua turned and waved her arm.

"Like Turkish bath. Though I never have seen one." She laughed at her own joke. Guy approached and pulled open the heavy wooden door. Steam billowed out and struck them both.

"Nice and hot!" proclaimed Lua. "While you fix House, I fix bath. For hard worker." Guy couldn't believe it. Just inside sat a huge porcelain tub next to a smaller tub. Both were filled with water. One was steaming. Aside from the two tubs there was only enough space in the room near the entrance for a small bench. A box of soap powder lay on the stone floor.

"So," began Lua. "You get inside now. Undress. Then hand me clothes. I no peeky. I know you nervous types. Give me clothes. I bring back clean when you clean!" Guy could feel his skin come alive. All the dirt that had imbedded itself in his hair, his ears, under his fingers, everywhere, began itch. He could hardly stand still, let alone refuse. He stepped into the steaming room, and Lua pushed the heavy door closed behind him. It was pitch black inside, and Guy felt for his boots, then unfastened his pants. When he was completely naked, he cracked the door, making sure to stand at the side, embarrassed at his nakedness. He handed Lua his clothing.

"Boots, too!" Lua demanded. "Worst stink of all. My NOSE knows." He complied. She pushed the door closed quickly and yelled at him from outside.

"You know how to use soap?" Before he could reply, she cackled and raced off.

It had taken Guy a full ten minutes to fully submerge. The water was unbelievably hot. He felt as if the steam alone were boiling him to the bone. He soaped and scrubbed and lay back in the darkness, head just above the water. He had just started to doze when there came a knock at the door. It was Lua.

"OK, Thomp-SON! Time for you get into other tub." Guy leaned forward in the dark and reached the lip of the tub next to the one he occupied. His fingertips dipped into the water. It was cool. He pulled himself over the lips between the two tubs and slipped in. The water was much cooler and it woke him up. When his head broke the surface he called out.

"Uh, now what?"

"What? I don't hear through thick wall!" Guy raised his voice.

"Now what?" Lua's cheery voice came back.

"Now, you done! Open door. I no peeky. Get you clothes. I bring you slippers. Your boots not quite dry. Come, come!" Guy slipped from the water and stood on the stone floor near the bench and entrance. He gave the door a heave and then leaned back out of the light. The cool night air made him shiver almost immediately. A hand shot in, and he grabbed his clothing. The door was pushed shut again. He dressed in the dark and then pushed the door open and fell into the brisk April night. It was nearly dark.

"How you feel?" Lua looked up at him.

"Years washed away," came his reply through chattering teeth. Lua looked at Guy curiously and then grinned. Her teeth seemed to glow in the pale light.

"OK. How about a shave and then you go night-night?" Guy's eyes widened. Wonders had not ceased. He nodded without a word, and let himself be led back to the House.

Lua brought Guy into a parlor beneath the stairs. It was just off the dining parlor and a few women milled around finishing their dinner. The sight of Guy, clean and smelling fresh awakened their lazy senses. 

"Hello Mister," said one.

"Look what Lua the cat dragged in," said another. Guy felt his cheeks redden. Lua hissed at them and pulled Guy into the parlor and shut the door. She beckoned him to sit in a chair. Lua rummaged through a cabinet.

"You know, you have good head for your shoulders." Guy wasn't sure how the compliment was meant. Or for that matter, to where it was directed.

"Those girls very, very good making men nervous. You must have lots of girls when little boy. Seem so calm around them." She found what she was looking for, a straight-edge razor. She then walked to where a small pale of water was heating on the stove. She used a towel to move the pale and then placed it on a stool near Guy. She handed him the towel.

"Put under you neck. Your clothes are clean now. Wanna keep that way?" She pulled a box of soap powder from a cabinet and scooped out a small handful. Lua dipped her hand into the water and the soap foamed. She then rubbed her hands together spreading the foam over her palms. She dabbed Guy's face until it was covered in a thin layer.

"So, I was a-thinking," she said as she crossed around and stood in front of Guy. "How about I leave you a nice trimmed beard. Shave neck, shave moustache, but leave beard." Guy shrugged. Lua continued.

"See, this way you don't look, mmm...eighteen." Lua grinned as Guy's eyes grew wide. 

Lua put a finger to her lips.

"Sshhh. Pretty good, huh?" She grunted and lowered her finger. "You can't have three chid'ren and not know the age of another one. Not when you see him in the face." She drew close with the blade. "No matter how much hair covering he cheeks, or how deep he voice!" Guy leaned away as she reached out.

"But, wait. I thought..." Lua grinned mischievously.

"It true. Charlotte think you much older. So smart, she think she is. That why I say nothing, makes me laugh. But she realize she hire you so young, she not be so happy. Fire you, right quick!" She snapped her fingers, then sighed. "But you good boy. You need job, right?" Guy nodded slowly.

"Well, that's that. Charlotte don't know. She never have chid'ren. You keep secret. I keep secret. Don't let girls know, neither! Some young girls here, but not so young. They eat you for break'fis. Spit you out at dinner. Better be good boy!" She thought a minute then brought the blade down on his neck.

"Maybe we leave the moustache, too." She cackled and slowly drew the blade through the thick brown whiskers.

Guy woke up to the sound of steady thumping against the wall at his head. It was late, how late he couldn't say, but his heavy eyelids told him it must be sometime after midnight. He lay there listening to the thumping. The day before the Lord of the House, Charlotte, had told him how they would stay open through renovation but on an appointment-only basis. Once they were ready for regular business things would get hectic and if Guy had to make different living arrangements that was fine. For his part, Guy didn't think it would be a problem. For one, he didn't require much sleep. For another, the noises were nothing too troubling. He'd lived his youngest years next to an asylum. During the fallout with the government, enemies of state found their final residence a horror not unlike a terrible nightmare. All hours of the night, trucks came and went. And Guy heard it all. A few lusty cries and a bed frame smacking the wall was nothing by comparison.