2 comments/ 9366 views/ 0 favorites Member 13231 By: mindwiper Member 13231 -- Jack Greene I shouldn't have even looked at her, once I looked, I couldn't stop looking. The price I paid for staring at her was getting caught, and instead of a scowl, I got a smile. I shook the smile off, that smile wasn't for me. I was a thirty-five year old man with a failed career and way too much emotional baggage. She was a twenty-something (if that) young hard body wearing my favorite color in clothes that seemed a size or two too small for her. "See something you like?" I had been caught daydreaming. "I think every man here sees something that he likes about you." "Julie Simmons," she offered her hand to me. I thought of wiping my hand off, but saw hers was covered in grease as well. "Jack Greene." "Well, Jack," she smiled again as our hands slipped apart. "What part do you like best?" "Purple," I blurted out. "Purple," she whipped her head around to acknowledge the four o'clock whistle. "See you tomorrow, Jack Greene." "I sure hope so," I muttered under my breath. I didn't know how long she would last here, this place had a very high turnover rate. Like every day before today, I worked until everybody had pretty much taken off. The reason being, I liked to raid the trash bins for aluminum cans. This was a constant picking point of my girlfriend, Megan, who waved a piece of paper in my face when I got home. "It's fifty-three cents a pound, you need to get that shit out of my basement." "My basement, Megan," I snapped. "My name on the lease, remember?" "Who's been paying the rent for you?" She had a point there. I had fallen behind on the rent, and she had not-so-graciously helped me by kicking in some money from her pocket. "The yards closed at five, Megan." "Well, don't go digging through the trash tomorrow so you can get home early," Megan slapped the paper against my chest and went back to her computer. I took today's load of cans down to the basement and fed them into the hand-operated crusher I had made. When I was almost done, Megan poked her head through the door. "Dinner's almost ready, you need to get a shower." Grumbling as I complied, I shucked my clothes into the washing machine and added some from the previous day, then started the washer. I would pay for that when I got upstairs, in the form of lower water pressure and lack of hot water. Meagan was pulling some ready-made lasagna out of the oven when I walked back into the kitchen. She dug out a slab and slapped it on a plate. "Get the drinks." I pulled an almost-empty two-liter out of the refrigerator and split it into two glasses, then added the ice. We sat at the table, Megan wincing at the flat soda. We ate dinner in silence, and I wondered what had happened to our dinner conversation these last few months. Megan went back to her computer after dinner, and I cleaned up the table and did the dishes. I went back down to the basement to throw my laundry in the dryer and finish crushing my cans. When I got back upstairs, Meagan had already showered and was almost asleep in our bed. I started to run my hand over her nearly-naked form, but she slapped it. "Not tonight, I'm on the rag." The tone of her voice told me that she wouldn't even entertain the thought of giving me a blow-job, so I turned over and went to sleep. (Break) The next morning, Meagan was already gone to her part-time job as a waitress. I slipped out of bed and got ready for work, loading a few bags of cans into the trunk of my car. I might get all of them to the yard before they closed, if I could make the two trips in time. I had never been paranoid, but I could have sworn that I was followed to work by an ominous-looking black Chevy Suburban. I pulled into my regular parking spot, almost getting run over by Julie's red Pontiac G6 as I got out of the car. "Morning Jack," she waved. "Morning Julie," I gave a half-wave back.I couldn't help but try and walk behind her as we entered the plant. She was in all purple today, it was a good thing that she worked in a different section, or I wouldn't get any work done. After I clocked in, I took my lunch box to my bench and started to make the mental notes I needed to get my day done as efficiently as possible. I didn't need to retrieve any steel bars to start work with today, there was a neat pile of them beside my bench already. I started counting them, getting a rough estimate of how long I could work before I needed to get some more. Julie was leaning over my bench when I got back to my feet. "How many?" "Eight hundred seventy-four. What are you doing over here?" "You act like you're not happy to see me," Julie pouted. "How long will that last you?" "Six hours." "To answer your question, I'm here to help you. The boss doesn't want you straining your back today." "My back is fine," my hand instinctively went to the back brace I was wearing under my shirt. I had pulled a muscle two days ago doing what was supposed to be a two-person job by myself. "Sure it is. Why don't you get started, and I'll get you another two hours' worth of bars." Julie strutted off like she wouldn't entertain any further discussion. I started pulling bars from beside the bench and laying them out in the template. I was getting ready to start welding them together when I saw a forklift approaching with another load of bars. The operator set the bundle beside the other bars and drove off. It took me ten minutes to weld the bars together. I examined the welds and pronounced them good, then moved the grid onto my finished pile and started over again. Julie showed up just as I was getting ready to begin welding the second set together. "You better grab a mask if you're going to stay over here," I warned. Julie leaned down and pulled a purple-colored welder's mask from a bag. "This good enough?" "What's the rating?" "Minus seven," She put the mask on her head. "Good enough." I flipped my mask into place, and she did the same. I was technically blind until I started the welder up, but I could see Julie following my work. She helped me move the grid, and set up for the next piece. "You want to try?" "I'm good," She flipped her helmet down. We continued this until the lunch buzzer sounded, Julie setting her mask beside mine on the bench. "Why didn't you take a break at ten?" "Quotas. I have to finish a certain amount of these in a day, or I might not get to work another day." "How many do you usually have finished by noon?" Julie asked. "Twenty. I am four above where I normally am this time of day, thanks to you." I could be both grateful and apprehensive at the same time. Was Julie to be my replacement? "I guess that means I can take you out to lunch," Julie said. That remark really confused me. For one thing, it would be polite for me to buy her lunch, as if I had the money to do that. Second, I was probably twice her age and if she were making and advance at me, why would she be making an advance? "I thank you for your offer, but I am going to decline, Julie." "Suit yourself," Julie shrugged and walked away. I couldn't resist watching her walk, if I would have been fifteen years younger... The fire alarm chose that moment to go off. Ten seconds later, the sprinklers started showering water over the equipment in the bay. I immediately hit the emergency power cutoff on my welder, grabbed my lunch box and went for the door. Julie was outside leaning against the fence talking to some other women, smoking a cigarette. She waved for me to come join her, but I shook my head and went to the parking lot. I had gotten my door open when she came trotting up to me. "You're very rude." "It would have been rude to interrupt your conversation," I replied. "Let's go to lunch, they aren't going to get the breakers reset for hours." "I've got to stop at home and get changed," I hedged. "All right, I'll ride with you," she went around to the passenger side of my car. I followed her around the car, the passenger door could only be unlocked with a key. I pulled the door open, and she got inside. "Sorry about the mess," I indicated the trash on the floor. "I usually don't have passengers." "It smells like beer in here," Julie wrinkled her nose. I went back to the drivers side and got into the car. Sure enough, it smelled like beer. "Probably my cans in the trunk. I was going to take them to the scrap yard today." "How noble, a recycler," Julie smiled at me. "I'd hate to burst your bubble," I put my key into the ignition and started the car. "It has nothing to do with nobility, is has to do with greed. I'm in it for the money I can make off of the aluminum, not some noble cause like saving the world." "Why not?" "Because a decision like that has to be made consciously by the people in charge," I put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot. Evidently I was the only one to have the idea about leaving, because I didn't have to wait to get out of the main gate. "Heads of corporations, and our political leaders. As long as the people in charge can manipulate or be manipulated, I don't see much hope." "Spoken like a true greenie," Julie slapped her leg with her hand. We debated about what needed changing in the plant all the way to my house. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a car there, a car I didn't recognize. I could see Megan's car in the garage, which meant I had some explaining to do. "Jules, do me a favor and stay in the car." "Jules?" "Sorry, Julie." "It's all right, I'd like a intimate name from you." "No, it's not all right. That car in the garage, it belongs to my girlfriend." "Hmm. Go get changed. I'm still buying, girlfriend or not." "Your choice." I got out of the car and went inside the house. I could hear muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. I raced in there, and couldn't believe what I saw. Megan was straddling a man, riding him like there was no tomorrow. "Oh Tony, hold on just a little longer." I leaned against the doorframe and waited for both of them to finish. "Who's that?" Tony asked when he finally noticed me. Megan shot off of Tony faster than I could blink, pulling a sheet with her. "Jack? What are you doing here so early?" "Guess it must be your next customer," Tony slipped out of the bed, and got dressed. He pulled out his wallet and tossed a hundred dollar bill on the bed. "Don't let her ride you too long, I think I got cock burn." He clapped me on the back as he left the room. "This isn't what it looks like," Meagan said. "It is exactly what it looks like Megan. I guess you got off the rag pretty quick, didn't you?" "Jack, we're still two hundred behind on the rent for this month," Megan said. "Behind on the rent or not, I don't want a whore living in my house, sleeping in my bed. Get your shit together and get out, Megan." "Jack." "Get it together, or I'm going to start bagging it up and throwing it out." Megan dropped the sheet and got dressed. When she had finished, she started pulling her clothes out of the dresser and throwing them on the bed. Next came the clothes in the closet. "Where do you expect me to go?" "Why don't you go stay with Tony?" I retorted. "Tony is married," Megan pulled a bag out of the closet and started stuffing her clothing into it. "Don't forget your money, Megan," I pointed to the hundred-dollar bill. Megan grabbed the bill and stuffed it into her pocket. "You'll miss me when I'm gone, Jack." "I've been missing you for a while now, Megan. Don't forget your computer on the way out." Megan stormed out of the room, dragging the duffel bag behind her. I didn't realize it until now, just how little Megan had here. I went through the dressers and the closet, knowing that she used to have more clothes here. I went outside, just in time to see Megan peeling out of the driveway, throwing rocks at my car as she did. Julie wasn't in the car, she was behind me. "A little bit of drama in an otherwise boring day." "Tell me she didn't see you." "I tried to introduce myself, but she didn't want to be polite. She said something about 'See if he can satisfy you with that five-inch pecker of his.'" "Typical Meagan," I grumbled. "You going to get ready?" Julie indicated me still in my work clothes. "No offense, Jules, but I really don't feel like going out right now." "You did it again," Julie smiled. "You called me Jules." "Let's go inside," I pointed to the house. Julie went in before me, and I closed the door behind us. We went into the living room, and I sat on the sofa, patting the spot beside me. "Please, have a seat." Julie sat down, snagging my hand. "Now what?" "I can't have a relationship with you Julie. As much as I would like to, boy would I like to. You're half my age, for goodness' sake." "Not exactly half. I'm twenty-six, and you're what, thirty-six?" "Thirty-six, that's still ten years, Julie." "I liked it better when you called me Jules," Julie pouted. "And ten years or not, that's my choice ." "You're a young, beautiful, smart, sexy young woman, Julie. I know I would be depriving you, and..." "And someday when you're forty-six and I'm thirty-six, you think I might pull a Meagan on you, I won't." "If we even get as far as ten years, Jules. Ten days, ten weeks, I know that I can't keep up with you," I sighed. "I could barely keep up with Meagan." "So let me see it," Julie nodded toward my crotch. "Let me decide." "As much as I would like to have sex with you, I can't, not now. It would be analogous to revenge sex, and I wouldn't want to start off a relationship with you like that." "You're very sweet," Julie reached over and pinched my cheek. "I'll take your refusal for now, because you're right. But once you have forgotten about her, I want you all to myself." "Jules," I pleaded. "No buts. I know of common points between us, that much was evident on the ride here. I want to know more, and when we are done learning about each other, then we'll decide if we want to take it to the next level." "I can't." "You can," Julie said. "Go on, I promise I'll be waiting for you when you come out, Jack. Take a nice hot shower to begin with, get the plant smell off of you." "What about you? I can guarantee after four hours you don't smell like roses either," I teased. "You want to shower together?" Julie perked up. "I was kidding." "I wasn't." "There has to be some middle ground," I sighed. Julie thought for a moment. "How about if you get ready here, then we go to my place and I get ready there?" "Deal," I nodded. "Wait a minute," Julie walked out the front door, then came back with what looked like a box of soap. "Use this, it will help with your back." "I can't even reach that spot." "It's aromatherapy, just keep the water hot and lather up real good. It will help with the negative energy you have surrounding you." "A bar of soap to cleanse my aura?" I teased. "Something like that." I took the soap and went into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothing and threw it into the hamper, pausing to take a piss in the toilet before I turned the shower on. I ripped the box open and extracted the soap, setting it on the soap dish. I got into the shower, briefly flinching at the hot water, then I let it work its way into my aching muscles. Julie's soap didn't smell like a woman's soap, it smelled like a man's soap. It lathered really thick onto my skin, and was equally hard to rinse off. The bubbles I washed off of my body were starting to gather in the bottom of the tub, and it looked like they were starting to multiply. I didn't care about the bubbles for some reason, even though they were now at knee height. I was still enjoying the smell of the soap when the bubbles engulfed me. (Break) I opened my eyes, and the bubbles were gone. My hot water heater had lost the battle between my demand and what it could supply, and the cold water snapped me out of my daydream. I reached out and shut the water off, pulling the curtain aside, startled by Julie standing there with a towel. She had her eyes closed, and kept them closed while I dried off and wrapped the towel around me. "You can open them now." Julie opened her eyes, running them over my body much like I would run my eyes over hers if I saw her in a towel. "I'm sorry." "It's quite all right," I admitted with a blush. "You going to tell me where we are going?" "That's a surprise, but we'll get there faster if you get ready." "All right," I agreed. Julie left the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind her. I waited for the mirror to clear, then started my grooming. My razor took care of the stubble building up on my face. As an afterthought, I shaved my mustache off, it was more gray than brown anyway. I slipped into my bedroom to get dressed. Since I didn't know where we were going, I dressed the best that I could with the clothes that I had. Julie was putting away her cell-phone when I entered the front room. She gave me a whistle to show her appreciation. "I hope you don't mind, but I had one of my friends drop off my car here," she pulled open the front door. "I wouldn't want to ride in a car that smells like stale beer either," I said. We walked out to her Pontiac G6, both going to the passenger door. Normally, in a car that I don't own, I expect to be the passenger, but evidently Julie wanted to be the passenger. I pulled open the door for her, she loaded her bag into the back, then she sat down in the passenger seat. When I got into the drivers seat, I took a quick survey of the car. The mirrors were already set for my height, as well as the seat and the power pedals. It was a manual transmission, but I knew how to work those. I turned the key, and the car purred into life. It had been a long time since I had a car that purred. "Something wrong?" Julie asked. "Just listening to the engine," I admitted as I manipulated the gearshift into reverse. Julie looked like she was straining to hear the engine sound. "You can hear that?" "My hearing is better than most people my age." I instantly had a pang of something in my gut. Here I was, driving the car of a woman I barely knew, a woman ten years younger than me. I couldn't help but wonder if one day I would come home to find another man fucking her in my bed. "Something wrong?" Julie asked. We had reached the end of the driveway, but I had not yet backed into the street. "Just a feeling I had." I slipped the gearshift into neutral and pulled on the parking brake. "It's called hunger," Julie looked down at my hands. "No, it is called regret, Julie." I fumbled for the power door latch, unlocking the doors. Before I could get the door open, Julie had re-engaged the locks. "Where are you going?" "Back inside, Julie. I'm sorry, I can't do this with you." I looked her in the eyes, they were almost the same color as the sash she had wrapped around her head. "Yes you can. All you have to do is drive, damn it," Julie's voice cracked. "Good-bye, Julie," I disengaged the locks and pulled on the door handle. I got out of the car, standing beside the door to make my point. Julie pulled open the passenger door and got out, closing the door behind her. She went around the front of the car, so that she came up behind me. "Do I at least get a kiss good-bye?" I turned around and gave her a peck on the cheek, resisting her attempt to wrap her arms around me. "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry," Julie caressed my face with the back of her hand. "I'll see you later." She got into the car and I pushed the door shut. I started walking toward the house, and she gave a brief tap on her horn before she backed out of the driveway and pulled away. (Break) Member 13231 The messenger came while I was eating breakfast the next morning. I went to the door and pulled it open, revealing a smiling young man of about twenty. "Jack Greene?" "That's me," I shrugged. "This is for you," he handed over a message box with a clipboard on the top. "Sign on line 48." I put my signature on the line, catching a brief glimpse of the other names he had delivered to. Most of the names belonged to people I worked with. I handed the clipboard back to him, and he sprinted back to his delivery van. I contemplated the box as I walked into the living room. The return address was that of the plant, meaning that there was nothing but bad news in the box. I pulled out my pocket knife before I sat down, slicing the top of the box open in three quick cuts. The box held a manila envelope, which only took one cut to open. The contents of the envelope were stapled together, on top was a cover letter from the owner of the plant. Jack Greene. You probably are aware of the fire at the plant yesterday, what you are unaware of was the extent of the damage. Despite the design of the fire suppression system and the heroics of the Wavecrest Fire Department, the plant is a total loss. Don't take this as bad news, Jack. This isn't a termination notice, just a reassignment letter. Our parent company, Scarlett Industries, owns several other facilities in the general vicinity of Wavecrest, and they need some positions filled. You were one of the lucky ones, Jack, not everybody who worked at SRM Fabrication is getting a letter like this. As a contract employee rather than an hourly employee, you were required to supply your own tools. You filed a list of those tools with the plant office, and we insured them accordingly. You shouldn't have to wait for a check from the insurance company, Jack, you might need them sometime soon. Enclosed is a check for $14,281 for the loss of your tools. If this amount is not satisfactory, please submit an itemized list to the address on the letterhead, and we'll file the additional amount in our claim. Attached to this letter is your reassignment request. If you choose not to take the position within ten business days, I will send a severance package to you in fourteen. You may not have expected a severance package, Jack, but I think you earned it. You were one of the best quota welders we ever had. Sincerely, Harris Graham. I flipped through the pages until I found the list. They had all my tools on there, including my welder. What surprised me was the values, until I figured in sales tax, and the cost to travel to replace the tools. I also found my reassignment request, it was a bright yellow sheet of paper, which also had a picture of me stapled to the page. The address they wanted me to report to was less than fifteen minutes from my house, and it was also a scrap yard where I was going to anyway. I met with some resistance putting the papers back in the envelope, forcing me to pull them back out. There was a sticker at the bottom, which looked something like a parking permit with an RFID tag in it. I detached the check , putting it and the sticker on the table, the rest of the papers back into the envelope. I leaned back with a sigh. Yesterday, I had lost my job, my girlfriend, and a woman who was pursuing me for some unknown reason. Today, I had fifteen thousand dollars, and a new start, it was almost too much for me. What should I do? I got up off the sofa and went out to my car. When I got inside, the stale beer smell reminded me of what I was going to do yesterday. A small step with which to begin my day, waste not, want not. I peeled the sticker off and put it on my windshield, then proceeded to stuff all the cans I could in the back seat and passenger seats of the car. The reason I had not done that the previous day was because I was afraid somebody would see the cans and steal them again. When I was going down the road, I noticed the ominous-looking Suburban again. A couple of turns revealed that it was following me, then it vanished. If there was another vehicle that took its place, I couldn't find it. Twenty-five minutes later, I pulled up to the gate of the salvage yard. A surprised security guard came out to examine the sticker. "You Jack Greene?" he asked. "That's me," I started to reach for my wallet, but he waved me through the gate. I unloaded my cans at the usual place, and was told to pick up my check at the front office. I went to the front office and waited patiently for the receptionist to type out my check. They usually didn't make you go to the front office unless you exceeded five hundred dollars worth of metal, so I wondered what I was doing here. "Mister Morris will see you now, Jack," the receptionist indicated the hallway with her finger. "The door at the end." "Thanks," I waved to her. "No problem." The door was pulled open before I even put my hand on the knob. "Morning, Jack." "Good morning Mister Morris." "Call me Hal. Have a seat Jack." Hal pushed the door shut, turning the lock as he did so. Instead of going behind his desk, he took the chair beside me. "I see you brought some aluminum cans in this morning, Jack." "Sure. I've been saving them for a while." "Tell me what you know about the price of scrap metals, Jack." "Not too much. I know that aluminum was fifty-three cents a pound two days ago." "What I am going to tell you doesn't leave this room, Jack." "Sure," I shrugged. Hal reached over to his desk and pulled a sheet of paper off of it. "Take a look." I did a quick scan of the numbers on the paper. Thin aluminum retail was fifty-five cents a pound, wholesale was, "Two dollars a pound?" "Things have been a little unusual in the business the last few months. Scrap metals, especially the metals that are easily re-smelted are gaining in value faster than the market can support them. Can you imagine what would happen if the public knew what was on that paper?" I did know what would happen, things made of any salvageable metal would start vanishing overnight. "I'm the public, Hal." "You're an employee of Scarlett Industries now, Jack." "I didn't agree to the position yet. What would my position be, anyway?" "That one," Hal pointed to the chair behind his desk. "You're joking." "I'm not," Hal shook his head. "The company can't expect for some part-time metals welder to take over a major scrap yard, Hal. I'm not stupid." "Nobody said you were stupid, that's why the people at the top are offering you the job," Hal leaned back in his chair. "You don't remember it, do you?" "Remember what?" I asked in confusion. "Five years ago, you were still in college, Jack. You submitted an thesis paper to your solar dynamics professor about a way to remodulate solar energy into microwave energy bursts." "I'm sorry, Hal. I don't remember much from that time." Five years ago, I had my legs run over by a drunken driver. He had never been caught, so I went through three years of painful rehabilitation without much hope to pay the medical bills. "Yes, I know. Back to the paper, Jack, you don't remember doing it?" "Not much of it." "Let's take a walk, shall we?" I followed Hal through a corridor. We ended up outside, near the tower that jutted up from the middle of the yard. "What's out here?" I asked. "Wait for it, Jack." There was a humming noise in the tower, then a flash of light. "What was that?" "That was collected solar energy, remodulated to a near microwave frequency. The microwaves are then beamed at the top of the tower, where they are used to superheat the metal conveyed up there, turning it into a molten sludge of sorts. It currently only works with aluminum and its respective alloys, so far. We can't use a higher energy burst in this area, the FCC won't allow it." The memory unlocked itself when Hal described the process to me. They had taken some half-baked idea and turned it into a working model. "Too bad I didn't get the patent rights on it," I muttered. "Sorry, Jack," Hal clapped me on the back. "We will try and make it up to you, though." "How?' "Eighty-five thousand a year to start. Bonuses if you come up with a good idea for the company or increase productivity in the yard." "I'm a grunt Hal, not management," I said. "Give me a week to prove you wrong, Jack," Hal countered. I was tempted to take his offer. Eighty-five thousand a year might help with a lot of things, like paying the enormous medical bills I still had. "All right, Hal. One week." "I thought you would see it my way. Let's go back inside, Jack." When we got back to his office, Hal pointed to the chair behind the desk. "Have a seat, it's the best chair on the market." "Pardon me asking, but what are you going to do, Hal?" "Nevada. I am going to be overseeing a larger operation based on the SMR system you came up with." "SMR?" "Solar Microwave Remodulation. Take a peek in the folder on the top, Jack." Inside the folder was a letter from Robson Scarlett, the head of Scarlett Industries. As thanks for coming up with the base theories for the SMR System, Scarlett Industries was paying me a licensing fee based on a patent they had acquired for that system. Robson also apologized for not paying me sooner, but he had just recently tracked me down, and it was with great surprise that he found me working for him. "Is this some kind of bribe?" "Think of it more as restitution, Jack. For years, everybody at the top thought you were dead. The job is real, just because they want to see what you are made of. Not stupid, Jack, remember what you said earlier?" "And if I refuse the job?" "The next page is real enough, Jack," Hal shrugged. "There are certain terms you have to agree to if you take the check." "Like signing away any challenges I might have at the patent? I wouldn't dream of that, but I'm not going to take payment for it either, Hal." "You what?" "The patent system in this country was established to help inventors profit from their inventions, Hal. I didn't invent anything, I just came up with a theory that somebody else made reality." I flipped the letter over to the check, and nearly shit my pants. "What the hell?" "You were saying something about not taking the check, Jack?" Hal was hiding a smile. "I can't take this, Hal." I pulled the check out of the folder and slowly ripped it up. "And I won't." "Are you nuts?" Hal asked. "Seven hundred thousand dollars for something I didn't even do? Sure, if I won the lottery or something, I would take it, but not this Hal, no." I dropped the shreds onto the desk. "You've got balls of steel, Jack," Hal chuckled. "They're the same as any other mans," I chuckled with him. "When do I start?" "Let's start on Monday, good enough?" Hal asked. "Monday is good," I got up from the very comfortable chair, shaking Hal's hand before I left the office. On the way out, the receptionist handed me a check for two hundred thirteen dollars for the cans that I had brought in for recycling. I took that check and the insurance check to the bank , I didn't feel comfortable having that much money on me, about six months' pay. It was out of my way to visit the plant, but I did it anyway. When the letter said it was a total loss, it was an understatement, the building was leveled. What I didn't understand was what had happened. When the alarm had first went off, it didn't seem like there was much of a problem. A beep from behind reminded me that I was stopped in the middle of the street, so I let my foot off the brake and finished my trip home. The red Pontiac G6 in my driveway let me know who my visitor was before I even saw her. Julie opened her door at my approach, dressed from head to toe in purple. The sash was gone, letting her long blond hair flow out behind her. When I got out of my car, she rushed to greet me, wrapping her arms around me in a rib-cracking embrace. "Hello, Jack." "Hello, Julie." "I heard you got promoted," Julie beamed up at me. "I guess that means you can take me out to dinner now." I gently pushed her arms down, and took a step away from her. "Where did you hear that?" "Somebody at the office," Julie shrugged. "Good news travels fast," I mumbled. "So why are you here?" "I'm just here to drop off your car. You can't be an executive without a nice flashy sports car," Julie indicated the G6 with her hand. "That's your car," I protested. "No, that's my car," Julie pointed to a car creeping up the driveway. "Hold out your hand, Jack." I held out my hand and Julie dropped a set of keys into it. "The spare set is in the car." "Why?" "Because, from what I hear, you earned it," Julie closed my hand with hers. "Say thank you, Jack." "Thank you, Jack," I said. "Funny," Julie gave me an appraising look. "What's on your agenda for today?" "I don't know." "Why don't you take your new sports car out for a spin?" Julie offered. "I could give you some pointers, providing you want to bring me along." "What about your car?" I looked at the second G6 that had stopped behind my car. "If you want to invite Roberta, I am sure that she wouldn't say no," Julie waved at her car, and the driver stepped out. She could have been Julie's twin, except that her hair was jet-black. She walked up the driveway to where Julie and I were standing. "Hi Jack, I'm Roberta." "Hi, Roberta. Can I call you Bobbi?" "You certainly can," Roberta answered with a smile. "Shall we?" Julie started walking toward 'my' car. I wasn't sure what to do, or even what was going on, but I was going to go along with it, what else was I going to do? I let Julie and Roberta into the car, then went around to get into the driver's seat. Julie was fiddling with a control on the dash, and the roof of the car started to move. This car was a hard-top convertible. "That's cool," I slid into the driver's seat. "It is, isn't it?" Julie beamed at me. "Buckle in," I started the car up, hearing the rumble of the engine. I put the car into reverse and turned so that I could back out of my driveway between the two cars behind me. I stole a glance at Roberta before I turned around, she looked very comfortable. After an hour of driving around and getting used to my car, Julie directed me to stop at a mall. Both of them clung to my arms as we walked through, catching some semi-angry glances from the other men I saw. Julie pulled me into a men's clothing store on the pretext of looking for suits. I tried a few suits on, Roberta throwing comments at me like 'dashing' and 'handsome.' Then Julie came up with a tailor, who started taking my measurements. I tried to protest, but it didn't work. An hour later, we walked out with four suits slung over my shoulder. After we were through at the mall, I took both of them out to dinner. I should have expected the effect the wine would have on me, and I knew I couldn't drive us back to my house. Roberta didn't have any alcohol with her dinner, so Julie and I piled into the back seats and Roberta drove us home. The wine had also removed some of the apprehensions I had previously felt about intimately touching Julie. Our first kiss was tentative, the second was a full-on invasion of her mouth with my tongue. When my hand first touched her breast, she gasped, and held my hand in place with her hand. I could have sworn that the ride home took longer than it should have, but I didn't care. I had this angel in my arms, and I didn't want to let her go. When we finally reached my home, Roberta raced up the steps and opened the door so that I could carry Julie into the house. I didn't stop touching either of them until my body succumbed to sleep. The next morning I awoke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee. I walked into the bathroom, and took the best piss I could with the early-morning hard-on that I had. "You've got good aim," Roberta chuckled from the doorway. I turned to face her, my eyes roaming over her naked form. The memory of my hands on her body was crystal clear. "Thank you. I do the best I can." "Come here, Jack," she cocked a finger at me and started making a beckoning motion with it. I took a step forward, and she took a step back. We did this until she fell back on the bed. "I would prefer that you stand, Bobbie." She slid off the bed and stood in front of me. "Why?" "Turn around." She turned around, and I pulled her body toward mine, my erection nestling between her butt cheeks. In an unexpected maneuver, she clenched her cheeks around my cock, then relaxed, then clenched them again. I wrapped my arms around her, and she leaned her head back, still alternating the clenching and relaxing of her butt. "You like that?" "Yes, I do," I stuck my tongue in her ear while I put my hands on her breasts. "You like that?" Her answer to that was to arch her back slightly, moving forward so that my cock was between her legs. She closed her legs and started moving her hips back and forth. The friction from her movements caused me to ejaculate within a minute, making my knees to buckle a little. Roberta used that moment to turn us around and push me onto the bed. "I like you, Jack." "I like you too, Roberta." "Good," she leaned down and gave me a kiss. "Breakfast is ready." "You didn't have to make me breakfast," I protested. "I wasn't going to make breakfast for just me." She stood back up and strutted out of the bedroom. I stayed on the bed for a moment, then got off the bed and went into the kitchen. Julie was at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Jack." "Something like that," I countered. "What's with the naked breakfast here?" "Not much left of our clothes, Jack," Julie teased. "You were an animal last night." "I got lucky. You want a repeat, you're going to have to wait a few weeks for me to recharge," I sat down at the table. Roberta poured me a cup of coffee and joined us. "I don't think that's true. You were very good to both of us last night, Jack." "I tried my best," I admitted. "You succeeded," Julie set her cup down and took my hand. Roberta reached out and took my other hand. "Yes, you did." "I barely lasted a minute with you this morning, Bobbie." "That means you will last longer the next time," Roberta squeezed my hand. I took a deep breath and let it out. "Why me?" "You shouldn't ask that question, it will only make you doubt yourself," Julie said. "Okay, how about this question. Where do we go from here?" "That's a good question, Jack. Why don't you answer it for him, Bobbie?" "I'd like to stay here," Roberta said. "What about you?" I looked at Julie. "As much as I would like to stay here, Jack, I've been reassigned to the home office." "Where is that at?" "Los Angeles," Julie admitted. "That won't stop me from coming to visit you as often as I can." I gripped Julie's hand. "You've been reassigned to Los Angeles, or you are going back to Los Angeles?" "I should have known you would figure it out, Jack. Before you voice your next thought, they only sent me to check you out, not to sleep with you." "Why did you, then?" I loosened the grip I had on her hand. "I guess I fell in love with the idea of you, Jack," Julie shrugged. "Maybe I was trying too hard." "So you knew about Megan." "Your file didn't mention a significant other. I was honestly surprised when we pulled into your driveway that day." "Are you sure?" I asked. "What do you mean?" Julie asked. I told them about the ominous-looking Suburban truck that I thought was following me. Neither of them looked happy to hear about me being followed. "Do you know who they are?" "It may be a competitor," Julie admitted. "I will have to call the office and let them know. Unfortunately, our cell-phones are still in the cars, and I don't know if I can trust your land line." Member 13231 "Maybe I can help with that," I winked at Julie as I stood up. I went into the bedroom and pulled on some shorts, making a detour through the kitchen on the way out. "Not fair," Roberta called after me. I heard the alarm on my car chirp as I approached it. I also heard something else, Megan's car pulling into my driveway. I retrieved both their purses from the trunk of my car. "Those don't go with your clothes," Megan called out of her window. "What do you want, Megan?" "Nothing, I just wanted to see if the rumor was true," Megan shut off her car and got out. "Go away, Megan." "No, you can't keep me out," Megan started running for the door, having me at a disadvantage because she had shoes on. The door opened as she reached for it, causing her to stumble and fall inside. I reached the bottom of the steps as Megan pulled herself up and walked inside. I followed her inside, Roberta closing the door behind us. "I thought it better if we brought this inside," she winked at me as I handed her the purses. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Megan alternated looking at Julie and Roberta. "Tell me girls, how long did he last, fifteen minutes before he was snoring?" "Five and a half hours," Julie retorted. "And Jack has a lot more than five inches." "I wasn't counting length," Roberta said in a snide tone. "It was his tongue giving me most of the attention." "Don't forget the fingers, Bobbie," Julie smiled. "I thought those were yours," Roberta sighed. "You have wonderful fingers, Jack." "Thanks," I shrugged. I sniffed my fingers for effect, and I could still smell them on my fingers. "Well," Megan huffed. "Now that we are all one big happy family, I suggest you pay up, Jack." "For what?" I asked. "I had a chat with a lawyer this morning. He said that we lived together long enough that I qualify for common-law wife status. Which means you can't kick me out on a whim, and that I can file a civil action against you." Julie snickered. "She's right, Jack." "You're kidding." Then it dawned on me, Megan had banking software on her computer, she must have accessed the deposit I had made yesterday. "That check was repayment for lost property." "Property that you acquired while we were living together," Megan said. "Give me half, and I'm gone." Something came to mind, a witty remark about her only needing seventy or so of her appointments. "If I give you half, I want paper saying that you are going to stay out of my life, Megan." "Sure," Megan pulled an envelope out of her purse and handed it to me. "Your shitty little car doesn't even count as an asset, so I asked him to leave it out." I looked over the paper, it was a settlement agreement for half the assets in my checking account. In return for that, Megan would release her claim on anything else. The second page was a duplicate of the first, both with Megan's signature on them. "Can I see?" Julie asked. "Sure," I handed the copy to her. I set the original down on the coffee table and Roberta handed me a pen. "That has to be signed in the presence of a notary," Megan objected. "Good thing I have my stamp with me," Roberta pulled a small box out of her purse. "What do you think, Jules?" I asked. "Looks good to me," Julie set the copy down on the coffee table. "Please don't tell me he's renamed you," Megan snickered. I signed both documents, and Roberta embossed my signature on both papers, then stamped and signed them. "I like my name," she slid one copy across to Megan, pulling the other towards her. "Oh, please," Megan's face went into a sneer. "I absolutely hated it when he tried calling me 'Mugs.'" "That means you didn't appreciate him, Megan. I didn't notice anything in that paper about Jack's new car, so you're going to have to take the loss on that one." "What?" "The G6 hard-top convertible? That one will be Jack's as soon as he goes to file the title. Rest assured that Jack will make sure that you can't snoop on his account any more, either." "What about my money?" Megan demanded. "Be right back," I went into the bedroom to retrieve my little-used checkbook. I took it back to the front room and scribbled out a check for eight thousand dollars. "That should do it." Megan squinted at me. "This had better clear." "Go and cash it Megan," I gestured toward the door. "Just leave, and make sure you leave your key." "Why? I didn't release my hold on co-habitation of this residence. As long as my driver's license has this address on it, this is my residence. Don't think about changing the locks, I still have every right to break in the door." "Not if I get a restraining order on you," I said. "For what cause?" Megan turned toward the door. "You girls aren't much on modesty, are you?" "We don't need to be modest around Jack," Julie wrapped her arm around my neck. "No, we don't," Roberta echoed Julie's motion, both of them planting a kiss on my cheeks at the same time. "Good luck with that," Megan pulled open the door, slamming it after she left. "Can she really do that?" I asked Julie. "The laws are kind of weird in this state," Julie admitted. "That doesn't mean that you can't move in with Bobbi." "What about Kerri?" Roberta frowned. "I think Kerri might like it if Jack hung his hat at your house," Julie shrugged. "That is, if Jack has no objections." "Do I have a choice?" "Yes you do, Jack," Julie nodded. "This is about you now." "Then my answer is yes," I said. "Providing that my moving into Roberta's place is acceptable to all occupants." "I will find out for you Jack. I'm going to make some calls, Jules," Roberta collected her stamp and left the room. "Who are you, really?" "My official title is not known to very many people," Julie sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside her. "Suffice it to say, I am a troubleshooter of sorts for Scarlett Industries." "So I started out as just a job to you?" I sat beside her, making sure that our legs touched. "I will say sort of. Yes, I knew things about you. No, I wasn't planning on falling in love with you. I was originally assigned to find out if you were the Jack Greene we were looking for, then I was supposed to give you a check." "That's what the lunch invitation was about?" "Yes. Then something happened. In the short time that it took to get from the plant to your house, I fell for you, hard. I don't know what it was, but I fell in love with you, Jack." "Thanks." "You're welcome," Julie smiled. "Then I saw what the shock of absolute betrayal did to you, and I vowed to make sure that you won't be betrayed, ever again." "Enter the young, happy-go-lucky, oh-so-heavenly looking Roberta," I teased. "Hey!" Julie punched me in the arm. "I'm just kidding, Jules. I'm flattered, really. Both of you are just so...beautiful, I can't help but be attracted to you. If I could handle it, I would want my hands on you, both of you, all the time." Julie blushed at that. "And you will Jack. Roberta and I have a lot of things in common, which means that the two of you will have a lot of things in common." "Including my soon-to-be-increasing sexual appetite?" I teased. "Even that," Julie nodded. "Don't forget Kerri," Roberta stuck her head into the room. "She said yes." "Thank you Bobbi," Julie said. "Not a problem," Roberta pulled her head back. "What about you, Jules?" "I will miss you horribly when I am away from you, Jack. But I take comfort in the fact that you will be loved and cared for while I am away." "You don't have those LA boys lining up on your doorstep?" I reached down and pulled her foot up, giving it and the attached ankle some attention from my fingers. "I did, but I didn't date any of them. Competition, you know." "Sure." "Last night, well, you're the first man I have been with for a while. That's not to say that I haven't been alone, you know what I mean." "I do." I started working my way up her thigh. "So it won't bother you, my sharing a bed with Roberta and maybe Kerri in your absence?" "No, that is something that I am encouraging, remember?" Julie let out a gasp as my fingers entered her pubic triangle. "I remember." "Something else, Jack, before you push me over the edge," Julie's rate of breathing had nearly doubled. "What?" "Count on more," Julie screeched as her body bucked against my fingers. "Don't stop Jack." "I won't," I promised. (Break) Kerri arrived while Roberta was doing her between-the-legs masturbation of me in the shower. After Roberta and I got out of the shower, Kerri introduced herself with a kiss and an extremely long and satisfying blow job. I had never ejaculated that many times in an hour, but it felt really good. My belongings, with the exception of the can crusher in the basement, were meager and easily loaded into the minivan that Kerri had driven to my house. I was down in the basement disassembling the crusher when my landlord came to visit. "Moving out, Jack?" "Sorry I didn't call you, Dan," I pulled a check out of my pocket. "Here's a check for the rest of this month and seven days into the next for a two-week notice." Dan took the check and tucked it into his pocket. "You know, a couple of months ago, I was entertaining the thought of selling this property to you and Megan. I guess that isn't going to happen now, is it?" "Sorry, Dan, but no. Megan and I didn't part on very good terms. She's on some kind of rampage about maintaining her right to this residence." "That right expires when you hand me the keys, Jack," Dan replied. "You're the only one on the lease." "I thought as much," I pulled the house keys out of my pocket and handed them to Dan. "Megan won't give her keys to me." "She will to me. What is that thing, anyway?" "It was a can crusher. Now, I don't know." "You'll figure it out, Jack," Dan clapped me on the back. "Good luck." I looked over to the base of the steps, Kerri had returned with a dolly. "I'm doing good so far, Dan." "Yes you are, Jack," Dan agreed. "Good-bye, Jack." "Good-bye, Dan." Dan went up the stairs, and Kerri rolled the dolly over to me. "It looks like a crusher." I found a can that had escaped a plastic bag and handed it to her. "Before I moved to the city, I used to wander stretches of rural roads and highways looking for cans. I was always fascinated by what a car moving sixty miles an hour would do to a can, so I did my best to duplicate it. You use a hand crank to spin a counterweight to a high speed, then you engage the crusher, and that's the result." "Neat," Kerri folded the can again and stuck it into her pocket. "You ready?" "I can handle it, no offense." "None taken." "Tell me the truth, Kerri, did you really like sucking on me for what seemed like forever?" "My mouth got a little numb, but the taste of your cum was worth it. Yes, I liked it, and am looking forward to doing it again to just you." "Why did you word it like that?" "Because I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Yes, I could suck your dick for long periods of time. No, I have not done that to any man before you, and I won't do it to another man." "Ever?" "If the day ever comes that you ask me to leave, Jack, after that. You won't see any of us cheating on you because it won't happen. Like Julie said, you won't face that kind of betrayal ever again." "Thank you. I just wonder what I have done that could inspire that kind of devotion." "You will," Kerri smiled. "Let's get this thing to your new home before I feel the urge to pull down your zipper again." I slid the dolly under the heaviest part of the crusher and started stacking smaller pieces on top of it. "If you don't mind my asking." "How did I get so good at giving a blow job if I've never sucked a cock before?" Kerri asked. "Videos and dildos." "Don't hide the dildos on my account. I would like to use them on you and Roberta and Julie when I am in need of recharging." "Maybe even watch us use them on each other?" Kerri gave me an evil grin. "You'd be surprised at what I would like to see," I smiled. "You want to pull, and I'll push?" "That's the way it usually works, isn't it?" I pointed to the dolly. "Present time." "Oh, sure." I followed Kerr's van in my car. Roberta promised me that somebody would get my old but faithful car from my old residence in case Megan would try to exact revenge on it. Julie showed me around my new place, even showing me where the master bedroom was. The master bathroom was the shocker, it was almost big enough to be a bedroom by itself. In one corner lay the bathtub, which looked like it would seat three. The other corner was a shower made of glass walls, with three shower heads. "I like that," I pointed. "I thought you might," Julie said. "I have to be in LA early tomorrow, don't be sad when I leave you tonight." "All I ask is that you come back, purple lady." "My word is my bond to you, Jack. I will be back to you as often as I can," Julie wrapped her arms around me, mashing her breasts against my chest. "I love you, Jack Greene." "I love you too, Julie Simmons." "This will be our last night together for a while. I'm headed for South Africa for another round of negotiations with a firm there." "Please tell me you're going to have bodyguards." "I will have bodyguards with me, just like you do, Jack." "The people in the black Suburban?" I asked. "No, they belong to somebody else, but they are not a threat to you," Julie assured me. She was leading us in a dance of sorts, inching us toward the bedroom. When we passed the doorway, I shut the lights off to the bathroom. "How do you know?" "Because I know who they are. No, I can't tell you Jack, I gave my word," Julie bent her knees a little to give her the force she need to wrap her legs around me. "Take me to bed, Jack." "Your wish is my command." (Break) Julie left early the next morning, waking me up to give me a good-bye kiss. That woke Roberta up, and she immediately rolled on top of me for another round. While Roberta and I were showering, Kerri came in to join us. When I saw them side-by-side, I made a comment about them being cut from the same mold. We did the naked breakfast again, Kerri slipping under the table to give me a blow while I was trying to eat. She came out several minutes later with an impish smile on her face. "If I were a sane man, I would wager that you two are drugging me," I accused. "Do you want to know the truth, Jack?" Kerri asked. "Sure. I can't imagine that there's any Viagra left in the city of Wavecrest." "Stop that, Jack," Roberta pouted. "Would you have it any other way?" "I will if I ever go out in public," I retorted. "You didn't have any problems with moving, did you?" Roberta asked. "Once everybody was dressed, your erection went away, right?" "True. Are you spiking my food with something, Bobbi?" "It is a special drug, you won't find it any book, or for sale through spam e-mails on the internet. Julie was getting a little anxious, so she spiked your wine at the restaurant," Roberta admitted. "You can't be mad at us for that, all we wanted was to bond with you." Bond, that was a good word for it. I was bonding with the two of them, and I couldn't find anything wrong with that. If the ability to have long erection times with multiple ejaculations would keep these two beautiful women coming back for more, so much the better. "So how does it work?" "Do you have an erection now?" Roberta asked. "Not after Kerri got through with me." "I wanted my desert first," Kerri pouted. "Watch," Roberta stood up, beckoning for Kerri to do the same. They both walked to where I could see them and began touching each other. My cock instantly sprang to life, much to their amusement. Roberta pushed Kerri away, and they went back to their chairs. After a minute, I felt my cock start to soften. "You see how it works?" "I certainly do," I nodded. "Thank you." "No, thank you, Jack," Roberta said. "What do you want to do today?" "I guess I should get my stuff unpacked." "Already done, except for the last load," Kerri volunteered. "Your clothing is in the master bedroom." "That's my room?" I asked. "It is now. This is your house, Jack," Roberta said. "You thought you could get away with just shredding that check, didn't you?" "You're kidding. This place has to be worth four hundred grand." "Close," Roberta admitted. "Since this is your house, what kind of rules would you like to lay down for us?" "Rules?" I was baffled. "Your house, your rules," Roberta said. "No rules, we are all adults here," I finally declared. "How about no sex unless you're involved?" Kerri offered. "That wouldn't be any fun," I countered. "I would love to come home from a long day at the office to interrupt the two of you at something." "Not going to happen, Jack," Roberta said. "I'm your receptionist now." "There are tremendous moral implications that go along with that statement," I said. "No, there are not. Scarlett Industries isn't paying either one of us for sleeping with you. If you want to get technical about it, we will draw any monies we need from your salary, just like any normal girlfriends would do." "That makes me feel a whole lot better. Girlfriends?" "Sure, that goes great as an introductory line," Kerri smiled. "Okay. Why a receptionist, Bobbi?" "That's what I do, answer the phones, make appointments, come in to give the boss a little midday stress relief, that sort of thing." "You have to get something for the work that you do." Roberta shook her head. "You are all that I need, Jack." I could tell that she meant it, no further discussion needed. "What about you, Kerri?" "You don't think the sheets on the bed are going to change themselves do you?" Kerri asked with a smile. "I'm the maid, cook, and cock-sucker." Roberta snorted at that. "You haven't named her yet, Jack." "I can't vary her name any," I shrugged. "My full name is Karina Renee Lombardi," Kerri said. "I guess that Kerri will have to do." "Keenee," I split the word into two syllables. "How's that for an intimate name?" "I like it," Kerri smiled. "Don't you have something that you want to do with Jack, Keenee?" Roberta prompted. "I sure do," Kerri stood up and came over to me, putting her pert little breasts into my face. "Come on, Jack." I stood up, and let her lead me upstairs. She closed the door to the master bedroom and went over to the bureau. She pulled a condom out of the bureau and brought it over to me, opening the wrapper as she did so. My cock was already rock-hard, facilitating her roll of the condom down my shaft. "What's this for?" We hadn't used condoms the previous night, or any time before that. "I want you to do me up the ass, Jack," Kerri turned around and bent over. "Not like this," I shook my head. "Get up on the bed, Keenee." Kerri complied with my order, and I followed. "Lay down on your side." She laid down, and I spooned up behind her, wrapping my arms around her. The lubricant on the condom eased my entry into her asshole, Kerri pushing back against me with a groan. She eased herself back and forth on my cock while I played with her nipples. I tried to reach down to give her further stimulation, but she pulled my hand back up. "I want to see if I can have an orgasm without your fingers, Jack," she whispered. I nibbled on her earlobe instead, working my way down to her neck. I started to suck on her neck, and Kerri gave me a little groan in response. I sucked harder, and she groaned louder, quickening the movement of her body. "Go ahead Jack, mark me," Kerri said. That was all the prompting I needed to give her the hickey I wanted to leave on her neck. She had an orgasm minute later, her body shuddering in what I hoped was ecstasy. I held her tightly in my arms, my hands cupping her breasts. I pulled out of her, taking the condom off and flinging it away. Kerri opened her legs and guided me into her warm, slick pussy, clamping her legs shut when I was inside.